When I talk about politics, poems, or art,
My wife rolls her eyes and my kids run away
And my

My Buddhist shrink tells me stories
Collected in Zen Flesh, Zen Bones.
He doesn’t know I’ve

My darling, many years ago we met
and spent our days in school together while
we learned — or

If you’re just joining us, Rod Rosenstein has resigned but also hasn’t resigned yet and is going to

By the time you had died,
neither you nor your family had learned that Google was a verb.

There

After hope
After solitude
After release
After z in the alphabet
After the road begins
After

O, Mi amor,

the gentle complexion
of these brick walls
remind me of you.

they are familiar

Summer storms

Dark skies in the middle of the day

Rain blowing in gales across fields

Wind

We live in a world full of blindness,
Everyone is looking,
Yet lacking kindness, Ignorance has

i am asleep on the beach
leave me here

i am asleep on the beach and
i can hear
the fire

i am not okay but my bed is made
i sit at my desk
staring into the distance
like being still will

I found a new stretch mark today
up
on the inside of my thigh.
It’s still purple,
new
yawning

Sometimes I miss you so much
it sits in my chest
still
with nowhere to go

Homework and assignments are a necessary evil in a student’s life. But too much of it can cause a

Knowledge. Excitement.

The thirst to explore.

Opportunities. Possibilities.

The World Wide

Lost noble souls
For we play the fine line
Cherish we must
Each other and time
Speak no not

Gleaming eyes
He laughed at the sight of me
Wildly unaware of his gaze
I danced -
Wishing we

A cauldron of doubts and anxieties,

Simmering away, bubbling.

A growl that gets

My house is hundred years old
The wounds of time appear on the walls
Even though I have tried to

I'm leprosy ,black birds plant their beaks in my chest,my brain is burning in a putrid light ,feces

Refreshing lemon tea,
Floating peninsula-like ice cubes,
Melting in the hot air of fire

Night time.

The moon appears, faint in the distance.

Darkness has settled,

Heavy like a

I came running home
Saw my mom's heart broke
Holding a body with no soul

Brother Brother wake

The sunlight falls like a mist,

An ancient waterfall among trees;

A chilly morning with a hint

Its my right, to write in the cemetery - 4.AM;
There are many people i'd like to see in this grave

Poor mans grave, pour out to me if you
would like to.
it's disturbing, with no past to

I see a dream that was broken by cancerous vision
I see a tomb that was made before anybody

What a lovely morn concealed in radiance!
With melodious rhymes sung in ecstasy.
What a pleasant

I am here on an archaeological quest,
to satisfy many a curious mind's request
for knowledge on

I woke up early on a Christmas morn.
Gladly waiting for Santa before dawn.
Looking through blinds

Good Morning Grandma.
It really was a hitch free journey
between a tumultuous earth,
and a

Water, pure but refreshing,

Simple but lifesaving.

Water tastes of nothing,

Yet has a

The faded afternoon
Sitting in a corner
makes the calculations of the day.
With a taste of caffe

Hopes and dreams
are our starters in life
But to be demolished by adults
Just isn’t right

He stands by a loose turf of grass, gazing down at the shore, watching her sprint to the sea and dig

The other summer, long ago.

The dancing waves filling the bay with music.

The clouds sailing

My Love

‘He’ entered to embellish my life,
I can’t say but I can feel,
The people promote to

hi
you probably don't even know my name
or remember my face
anything about me, really
but dammit

isn't it beautiful
that it only took seven years
for my body to regenerate,
for me to become

far too often i find myself wanting to dissipate;
i just don't make sense anymore
i am in a

pinky promises
car rides at night
everything beauteous that we were
an hourglass pouring

how do I feel?
like the waves on the shore
they come and go, but never cease to exist
with every

I miss the little things.
The unexpected hugs that brought unexpected joy,
The good morning and

The dream,

An early morning awakening.

Past and present merge.

I’m in an unfamiliar

An orchestral flood,

Loud and passionate,

The music reaches all corners of the Great Concert

The pianist lifts his arms,

His hands come crashing down.

The bass notes growl, an ominous

You say I'm a man with poetic flair, I simply snipe these words from thin air, for It is from you I

Have my memories become fraudulent, was it all just a sham. In my dreams, my dreams always come