I write when I can't say
what's on my mind...
Oh when we argue with the unkind
Tis easy to see the void of their mind...
Life has one thing
We always can be sure of...
From all the bad things I went through,
From all the misery and pain I had...
Something immeasurable and dissonant
still soft and sensual...
Show me the way
Let me see the sky...
I'm walking through a gallery of Van Gogh and...
I see oil on canvas, and all I'm reminded of...
Driving downtown a motion
from outside my window...
And while eternally
bare feet bounce along...
Sometimes we don't know what should be our next...
We actually do not know what we have to do...
What knowledge is to be had
that would sufflice this longing...
To be an expert -
doesn't mean to write poems...