pictures,
the cliché of memories...

The war of good and evil
is the battle of beauty and ugliness...

When loud, God is mute
When we turn silent though God...

A poem is the
iteration of every...

I don't believe in
any religion because...

A stream forever
crosses enclosed by the two...

Something immeasurable and dissonant
still soft and sensual...

Whatever we decide and do
forever would change and alter the world...

There are no impediments
in the nature of true minds...

I always carried my death, living.
My memories all were...

The river remains
constantly there because she...

I am like a pauper.
My begging limbs elongate against...