what happened to the days
when writing words...

I've written poems about love and hate
so many poems that my mind lost count...

in my sleep I stop breathing
and when I do...

Listen brother,
no matter what, I am a lit candle...

Dear reader,
eons ago, I used to sing...

the faucet
drools non-stop...

There's no quietude
everywhere I turn to...

Bright, bright, stars,
that visit the sky with lights...

Imagination, my dearest friend,
Ever since I met you when I was a child...

To write a story in free verse
is to let the prose in you go berserk...

The day a man kneels down to listen up
And hears the heart of Mother Earth alive...

Because we fell in love like two whites doves
Just falling slowly and deeply in love...