#poetry

"The Flood that Did Not Subside [10w] What would today's world be,If Noah's dove flew into obscurity?"

"Fat Bungee Jumpers When I watch a fat woman bungee jumpI swear I can feel the earth leaving its orbit."

"Writer's Prayers That Don't Work "Lord, lead me from the banality of everyday life,to the gleaming one beneath the surface."

"Love and Death [10w] A person who lives without love chooses death by default."

"The Moon The moon's a pearl among the starry gems,more cultured than the rest of them.A blemished diadem of charcoaled nightthat chaperons the sun back to the light."

"You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself."

"Optimists vs. Death [10w] Optimists are hopeful people who see a coffin as half-full."

"When the immense drugged universe explodesIn a cascade of unendurable colourAnd leaves us gasping naked,This is no more than the ectasy of chaos:Hold fast, with both hands, to that royal loveWhich alone, as we know certainly, restoresFragmentation into true being.Ecstasy of Chaos"

"I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume,For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you."

"Ageing [10w] There's no such thing as age -- only degrees of opacity."

"My mouth is a fire escape.The words coming outdon’t care that they are naked.There is something burning in there."

"All I know is a door into the dark"

"Keep Your Day Job Bitch [10w] + {Couplet} If you've guessed that I'm blessed,augury ain't your strawberry."

"There is darkness in light, there is pain in joy, and there are thorns on the rose."

"Your Poem A poem is a waking dream.If your poem is shit,then it was a fucking nightmare."

"That’s the thing about love It can take you up to the mountaintop and can drop you And the impact will either kill you or make you a new person"

"Prolific [10w] "Perhaps I'm prolific because I believe creativity can forestall death."

"Rooftop Poetry Sing poetry from rooftopslike a muzzein' s call for prayer."

"I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answer'd: 'I Myself am Heav'n and Hell"

"This is perhaps the most noble aim of poetry, to attach ourselves to the world around us, to turn desire into love, to embrace, finally what always evades us, what is beyond, but what is always there – the unspoken, the spirit, the soul."