“Careful. The fall is quick, steep, and permanent.”
“everything that is scattered comes together in words everything that is lost comes back in poetry.”
“Oh, there are no living poets, Miss Van Damn. We re not entirely sure there ever were. They ve found some shreds of sonnets in England and, embedded in a chalk wall of a cave in France, some yet undetermined thing which might be the legendary inward eye. But all evidence, such as it is, suggests that, if there ever were poets, they were all burned into extinction during the interglacial period of despair.”
“A sacred soul Thus, within the cosmic creation proceed Life is precious as gold Death will come In a better place, where there’s no earthly life Eternity exist...God..... Judgement falls upon us Nothing to minus and nothing to plus Only the truth In a better place where there’s no cuss They say tranquility exist here No fuss No sorrow A better place with great yarrow It will come in the morrow In present times Life is but a Dream”
“A touch so tender Bliss of sweet words fills of desire Open Hearts of sweet surrender Nightly poison gas the fire. A quite place to romance Touches as we held hands. No loud words spoken, but whispers Just Heart, promises to be kept No tales being told tonight. No looking back no regrets. Longing for this moment Such complacent little time. We vowed to another. Being lonely is the only hate within my heart. Tomorrow bringing sorrow. A smoke of Marlboro to release myself. A brief moment of blame with shame With memories reflecting back to those nights. A release from compassion s flames.”
“If lighthouse becomes a burning candle, flickered upon ocean s insanity. Your sailing heart there anchors to handle the obsessed breeze towards sand dune s vanity.”
“Distance, the dissonance insurmountable, would be not the end, but a magnet. When fingertips kiss, they imprint and cement something, that cannot be disintegrated. Time becomes a phantom, the wind becomes an anchor, and old dreams- blankets of warmth. Lull with me, Lady, there is no greater escape. Love and war, even when buttered on toast, still makes for the breakfast of champions.”
“Am dat cu trandafiri în oameni, Dar unii fiind de soare goi, Oprindu-și florile luminii Mi-au întors spinii înapoi.”
“There are no barriers to poetry or prophecy; by their nature they are barrier-breakers, bursts of perceptions, lines into infinity. If the poet lies about his vision he lies about himself and in himself; this produces a true barrier.”
“Where the mind is without pain Where knowledge is gain; With you, life is not vain Where hate is a burden Faith in humanity is not entwine The traces of you is me I am you and you are me Where dreams are not met Where the sun set and yet; we still strive towards perfection; Where the clear stream of democracy has not lost its way into a struggling nation frozen snow of dead end; The traces of you is found with in young soul that rise up with faith and knowing that positive activism is the way to create a just society.”
“A Paradise for you and me Trust, true love to guide us free Loneliness shall not fill the day I will forever be with you Our Love is beautiful like the sunshine lighting the way Your gentle feel Your caring hands There is no doubt in your soul No eerie place in your heart to express this feeling Our compassion flows in the waves just to save and brighten my day My heart has no hoes Awaiting your pace to touch this place Our love, withstanding all odds Diminishing hate, in our thoughts There is no place I rather be til eternity... Than in your soul, life and in your dreams... I am here to stay with you forever.”
“Poems are soft kitten furs. smoothing out the rough edges of my world.”
“Time slips by; our sorrows do not turn into poems, And what is invisible stays that way.”
“Blankly expressing oneself can be stronger than words.”
“Books have power to bring you glory or doom, it all depends on perception.”
“I do have a funny perception of mine I d like to share. Being basically a lifetime poet. I ve had many people say I don t like poetry But they ll listen to song after song that rhymes on the end in couplets Just a thought...”
“Come le donne le foglie si scambiano confidenze acute. A volte sono cenni, a volte illazioni portentose.”