Oh the stellar sensation,Oh the cosmic elevation;Time is sober in death,For the wine of love;Is the blue life of the earth.

I’m burning in despair Love which you distanced from me Return once again I’ll forgive you againReturn, Page 19

And this is when I knew I was black for real.This is when I knew black was a citywhose walls were constantly under siege....

I fancied you'd return the way you said,But I grow old and I forget your name. --From the poem "Mad Girl's Love Song

Why spend our time searching to feel reality, when it’s the times that don’t feel real that we remember forever?

Life is like facing two mirrors at each other: There is no beginning... no end.Just the beauty within the reflected infinity

I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots;Her coat is one of the tabby kind,with tiger stripes and lepard spots.

කඳු ශිඛරයකිරාත්‍රිය

In vogue and cosmopolitan they clutch their Pomeranians and walk among the millionaires or watch from swayback steamer chairs

For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia's armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.

there have been morningsso quiet and tenderlike a poem, on Thursday's lipsthat I wonderedif I'd been kissed at all...

Si en el goce hasta el triste desconfíaen el escalón de la tristezano hay tristeza mayor que la alegría.

Blessed is the covenant of love, the covenant of mercy, useless light behind the terror, deathless song in the house of night.

We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.

Although all days are equally long regardless of the season, some days are long not only seasonally but by rewards they offer.