True artists are true gods
who create the world
the way it should be
not the way
that
it
is

True love is
when you love something for itself
Not for something else

Their crusade has never ended
for
they even
crucified
their own God.

You can mask your fangs
behind a sweet innocent smile.
You can hide
your mean clutches inside a pair of fancy gloves,
but
you could never hide your soul
from poetry,
behind
poetry.
You could never conceal unsightliness
behind
clarity.

Sometime small things are more spacious than the vast things.
Sometimes a moment is vaster than lifetime,
a simple friendship
more than
the brotherhood that empowers your reason in this world.
Sometimes not being, defines our beings.

Let me whisper something in your ears:
Hush!
silence
hears everything but herself.

the Irony of searching for the missing link that fastens all the meaning,
THE word
that is only heard
when we utter nothing.

Dividing people into the cubs of hoods such as brotherhoods, makes them only see there hoods and alienates them from their brethren.

Hey don’t let these words of wisdom make you lose your bus

How my eyes deceive me
to what seem beautiful
in oppose to
what
is beautiful