i want to stay curled and cosiedand chocolated....foreverin my mother’s arms.

Falling in desire with truth and hope is enhancing our soul with a precious love...

Monsieur, you must be mad!Box Five can never be hadFor money, love or the world ...

I offer you my soulWithin are my flawsMy grace, my kindnessMy love for you"The Offe

let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver...overflowing with stars.

Hunger allows no choiceTo the citizen or the police;We must love one another or die.

Dime si la luz es el reino de lo oscuro como es la noche el día de los astros

ecause some thingssometimesaren't ours to hold,but just beautiful to listen to.

...make a poem that does not disturb the silence from which it came." Wendell Berry

Within my reflection I see tears, for what I see is the truth, are my greatest fears.

moonlight disappears down the hillsmountains vanish into fogand i vanish into poetry.

HER BARBED-WIRE SMILELIFTED YOU TO HEAVENBUT I HAVE TO ASKDID GOD LOOK LIKE HER VOICE

sometimes i wake upin the middleof the nightand findpoetry splatteredall over my bed.

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.

Life is beautiful. Death is astonishing.And love is the just breaths taken in between