We share our solitude with the night.
I witnessed my defeat and the lies triumph...

This people only see the act
They do not see the puppeteers...

You, my creation, my art,
you every throb...

"I love you for all the women I have not known"
(Je t’aime), Paul Elward...

I have seen you in darkness
like a moth that was going towards the fire...

You burned me with this winter in your heart
I am truly being burned...

Let me embrace your pains
you, my brothers and sisters...

Tick-tuck, tick-tuck she tiptoe walked
towards my door...

When a poet chants
a songster is ensnared...

When one cannot write
It is not writers block...

Blood are tender,
though the fangs of thorns are made of stainless...

Look
how inflated I am...