I've been told
My poetry doesn't make a lick of sense...
The time has come to leave my home,
and be just like a seed of love...
I am SEEN but not
RECOGNIZED...
What a hug-less night!
what infectious cruelty...
There's a thought in me
that is like a bird...
Bright lights, brighter than the sun, than the...
Where have I gone? Has my time come so soon...
I can't erase the
raised by women alone stain...
When words like warm blood smoothly flow
Within the insides of poetic frame...
Is transparency God, or a soul,
something all the clear things share...
Life,
Precious as it might be...
Let go of everything,
All those painful things you think...
Life is a disease
that we must recover from...