The dog who watched us take off our shoes
on the steps before the laying Buddha,
this is for you.

If I wonder darkness and silence, is it a peek into my own poetry? Making stanzas need light and

The key to mental freedom is relinquishing the unjust
And accepting what was done by learning to

02-28-12 Phone Conversation/ Jaw Dropping

Are these words designed to last,
to withstand eternity
in perfect rhyme and harmony
when silence

Why did I live when so many died?
It makes little sense to me.
The guilt I still carry around in

Nothing can be added
And nothing taken away.

Everything is perfect, whole and complete
And

i beg him to give words to that domain of despair

and he obliges:
most of the time
there are

My old father’s bald summer head is French-polished

by slick sun, brilliant oil.
A glossy

Down deep in my dreams,
I dream of things I like to do.
Down deep in my dreams,
I'm

You don't get it.
You don't get that
evil starts to devour itself,
once it's done with

For so many years so many tears am still trying to understand why so many died in Afghanistan as

Unfit to write well.
Unable to feel.
Unable to be happy.

The only shred of competence

The world is perhaps taken too lightly

Radioactive bombs bust down clouds and imitation gods

They don't realise that their sidelines
are littered with unethical landmines

or that their

Listen mate!...So you're going grey
And everyone wants to copy your locks,
What about yours truly,

So I go down to City Hall to answer my summons
only when I get there it’s not City Hall any

Oh, wow, I found a bottle in the sea.
Water-washed words,
it spoke of shores,
my horizon can

The dreaming self drifts in deep currents
Its indefinite shape slides through glimpses
Surfacing

walking into the day
like prey to a trap
hidden under the dust on the side walk
i trip and bust

Glass cased generations corseted
in climates of economic constriction
Coldly relocate

In air molds terror
White as bone to skin tone and I do not know if my feet could move
This is

I am not a freak, whose cage
you visit for release, baby,
a side-show at your circus. My
body is

(A short order poem for Kate — age 44
8/16/92)

putting aside the sacred book of words
he parts

A banker, a chemist, a guy with some scent,
Seeking to find what their lives really meant,
Packed

I've doubted yup my own damn self,

Question my own integrity,
subconsciously and deliberately,

Even when the sun is up I experience darkness.
The pain is there, but can't be seen like the

00615
on all fours
the flesh doth sway
pounded and punished
in an pious way
his knees were

Life is my stage
where many passed
from baby to old
kind, sincere, cold,
some just opposite!
If

The farmhouse squats, unharmed, below
the grove of scorched gum trees.
A long black stubbly

THIS LITTLE LIGHT

They told me it'd get better
The longer I tried harder
and the chances that I take
to try and not

Sometimes,
I wish I had
a sack of nuts
to scratch,
or readjust.
Sometimes,
I wish I

The Blackbird

I notice a bird in Coosan graveyard,
as my Aunt is buried.
A blackbird,
a

(A short order poem for an
unknown postal worker — age 30s
8/8/92)

This poem is for the postal

I've been known to ignite fires
Known to throw words
That bring forth riots

You've been known

He is hiding beneath a lily pad
just one watery eye and his nose,
no wonder he looks a little

1. Woé zɔ (Poet Dela)
The journey of 1000 miles begins with a single step indeed
I welcome you

There is something transcendent about love
that makes the soul whole again and puts me at peace and

His voice faltered at first then faded off..
He watched her slink closer,
carrying her flesh

here’s a pain that tugs from the depth of my being

a pain unlike any other

it’s trigerred by

Carpathia, Wallachia, and TransylVania
must have bored Vlad Tepes after a century or two of

When my pain is bare and raw
and my thinking just won't thaw -
then I cannot write.

When life

I watch my fingers
Smoothing out the bills,

Folding and easing
Out the crinkles;

They make

we’re all trying to recreate the mermaid
who kissed us softly on the cheek
as we nodded off to

A troll has moved into my garden,
He loiters by the old oak tree;
I stare out of the window at

[Log In]

typing...

This…
this digital mansion in which I nest
has leveled down to nearly

When I fell in love,
Cupid's arrow pierced me.
And yet,
it was a farce.
Cupid,
that sadistic