In my loneliness
I have learned I am never...

Jazz serenades still
there under the window of...

I wrote millions of poems for this little rose
and they still are not enough...

She found her true face
a mask amongst so many...

When you learn the truth
you would wonder why you did...

Hell is sediment
Whatever resist burning...

She won't fly away
butterfly of evenness...

I love the night's heart
when you must dig hard inside...

One cannot fathom
things that are too obvious...

How many times have you changed
your perspective on the past...

Liberty is not a hymn or an anthem,
a slogan...

Sky is the mode of
nothingness in the blue dye...