Bridge burned from end to end,and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.

You were the poem I never knew how to write because no words could describe the wind you cannot see, but feel.

A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.

I am the poet, you are the poem; I hold the pen, you are the words, love is the ink, silence is the blank page.

Here is the world. Don't be afraid for wonderful and terrible things will happen. Simply remember to breath.

Aku harus pergi. Aku tak bisa terus-terusan berdiri disini. Hatiku sesak, pengap. Yang aku tahu aku harus pergi.

...so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.

I love the way he says my name. With the elegance and utmost respect of a King, just before he bows to his Queen.

It's physics. Pure physics,I'm falling fast and faster still.So fall with me. Fall down with me.And stay.

If water won't smother the blazeFather, take my tears and bestow them on the firesee if the fires will wither.

Projection from the beginning of time
White women with a passionate horns
Butchered yet another beloved

Every moment of the nightForever changing placesAnd they put out the star-lightWith the breath from their pale faces

Gazing from the moon, we see one earth, without borders, Mother Earth, her embrace encircling one people, humankind.

In Damascus:poems become diaphanousThey’re neither sensualnor intellectualthey are what echo saysto echo . . .

Take'th my temple and cut it into little stars, placed carefully to the face of heaven and the world will shine.