Lonely doesn’t begin to explain the depth of my solitude.

I will follow you into your heaven whether mind, heart or soul.

Henrik Ibsen

I’ve really been writing love poems when I have no real muse.

The president,
who may have lost his "libito",
still has the power to veto.

Some people call them taxes. In truth they are shares in fostering humanity.

My only fear of death is reincarnation.

Life has been a bit unsteady and I have no center gravity to pull me in. One wrong move and I’ll whisk away.

I’d like to get lost in the fantasy of your written words.

Close your eyes and count your sheep.