...unquestioning automatonsblindly marching to the beat -an eerie crunching soundhoards of shuffling feet...(from silent moments)

when I drive the freeways I see the soul of humanity ofmy city and it's ugly, ugly, ugly: the living have choked theheartaway.

All I know, all I can comprehend of the mathematics of a life, are the times your hand is inside my hand, and the times it is not.

¡Ah! ¿No es cierto, ángel de amor,que en esta apartada orillamás pura la luna brillay se respira mejor?

.... Blesstheir believing happiness will make them happy;that the ocean is magical, a kingdomwhere we go to be human, and grateful.

An orphans curse would drag to hellA spirit from on high;But oh! How more horrible that thatIs the curse in a dead man’s eye!

I submitted a poem last night to The New Yorker. They said it can take up to three months to hear back. I got rejected immediately.

We can't find the cat,We don't know where she's at,Oh, where did she go?Does anyone know?Let's ask this walking hat.

Your mind couldn't rest like the other little boys. You looked around and you saw the blanket of fear covered the whole country.

Often I Wish I Werea potato.Eyes openedin all directions.Unafraid of the cold earth.The differencebetween life and deathfor somebody.

And here face down beneath the sunAnd here upon earth's noonward heightTo feel the always coming onThe always rising of the night

The touched heart madly stirs,your laughter is water hurrying over pebbles - every gesture is a proclamation,every sound is speech...

the flames are silent,Peace is violent,Tears are frozen’cause massacre was chosen.~~ 26/11– Mumbai terror attack memories

Today I write,riots with insite!Tomorrow I read,take the lead!Sometimes I sleep, health to keep!But for now I write,and got no gripe!

I want to write a poem about "Truth," "Honor," "Dignity," and whether the toilet paper should roll over or under when you pull on it.