In my loneliness
I have learned I am never...

Jazz serenades still
there under the window of...

I wrote millions of poems for this little rose
and they still are not enough...

She found her true face
a mask amongst so many...

When you learn the truth
you would wonder why you did...

Hell is sediment
Whatever resist burning...

She won't fly away
butterfly of evenness...

I love the night's heart
when you must dig hard inside...

One cannot fathom
things that are too obvious...

Liberty is not a hymn or an anthem,
a slogan...

Sky is the mode of
nothingness in the blue dye...

Ephemeral things
are burning so, in search of...