How imprisoning
our liberty seems when we've...

Was it always this way,
or just my oblivion was the sleigh...

My poetry is not poetry really,
if poetry is doomed...

Woods are born to burn
They like moth...

I've always walked on your carpet
Yet the carpet is a firework of...

This is a wonder whirling in my skull
like an echo, a susurration, I can hear and...

Music is when sun and earth make love,
the waltz...

In age my pains
have increased...

When you smile
the pearl gate of Eden opens...

The Wanna Be Wise Me Once Said :: ::
This moment is all I have...

I apologise to the God of poetry
that I wasn’t writhing for the right reasons all...

I wonder if God created you first
or the world...