She sought the origins of blue-black hair
and almond eyes in Bourbon with ice,
red lipstick and Channel No. 5
resonating through séances, seam ripping
and the occasional walk around the block,
or to the ocean, where the whirl of pearl-gray
fog whispered of girls left too long in the dark--
and oh how the moon glared at me as it followed
close behind, so I held up my arm to block its light,
and grandma said, “the moon is your power,"
then faded into the night.
Backstreet Boy
“Cutting off a mule’s ears doesn’t make it
with hope rising
elevated over horizons
where eternity is seen
POET planet of everlasting tyranny.
I did not have the foresight
to imagine what it would be like
to walk into a gallery
and see my own shape in clay
But as I draw closer I know
that those lines are my own
that pose one I held so long
almost without exhaling a breath
It's good I came here alone
so I can feel it out first
and examine the figure as though
I am interested in the art
You rendered me well I decide
or was it I who rendered
No matter now as I turn away
and button my coat against the wind.
She floats on the saffron shore
holding a bamboo basket.
Her heart beats
within the shelter
of peanut shells.
Toys and text books,
picnics and pamperings;
all collided on a wall,
but death dropped her
to be tossed.
The girl in a dirty frock –
she sells parched peanuts
for coins and eye-pricks.
‘Peanuts’, ‘Peanuts’ – her
withered call haunts
her parents in the grave.
Her pale figure walks away
with Time Teacher.
Pei Di
Traversing mountains thin and deep
And on through hills and dales revered;
For just a day you’ll be a man
Of Eden, land of love and cheer.
They say, "Words hurt worse than weapons".
Why do you think the right to bear arms, is the second amendement?
It wouldn't be me if I didn't pay homage, shout out to Bonnie Godiva.
Allow me to share my story.
One Sunday in church, after reciting The Apostle's Creed,
I took my seat.
And accidentily sneezed.
This man walked right up to me and said,
"Excuse me sir, but you've got to leave".
I said,
"Why? Because I simply sneezed?
Why cant you just say, 'God bless you' to me"?
Inspiration on Rye
“We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to
