In spite of all who have asked I tell them all the answer they se… In the answer they take a peek, As if in an insect flask. Inside the written words away
In all of us is a hero Who helps the poor and ill Invisible as a beetle Who moves as time stand still He lives in a kingdom of hearts
I write to you for I am alone And you are my last resort My time I wrote on a stone Of the moldy and broken sort I lost the hammer I used
Am I blind or deaf? Am I seeing right? A so beauty sight A sound like a breath And eyes oh so bright?
When the sorrow strikes And the roses spike And the day you dislike I’ll be there When the window shines
I’m having a feeling But don’t understand I look at the ceiling And I cannot stand She used to be torture
Daddy’s girl was up all night Always looking for a sight Other poet, things to write Phony poles that do not bite She was happy I could see
Dearly Beloved, The sand is not hot, The water, not wet. A beach, it is not. The battles lie fought
There once was a man Who played sweet as honey And when he played songs He played for no money He had won it all
I felt it that day And not hard to say I could never see But felt right away I felt it a bit
It was a dark room, but she was br… There was only nothing in this roo… I could see her eyes. I could se… All her radiance felt warm. Soot… I craved her warmth. I walked to…
‘Tis a black stone underwater Of a helmsman feeling pain. ‘Tis the fall of Titan’s daughter… ‘Tis a confident marauder, Who, with blood, herself she stain…
With the Roaches I share An inanimate Stare And a messed up appearance That I cannot bear A Thought without clearance
Everyone’s eating. Maybe I shoul… I’m not hungry Finally, a break. Two hours and… I don’t want a break I wonder when we’ll get back to wo…
Ember man I met once Ashes in and not gray Has survived sixteen suns Does at night through the day Of his cart fit the four