A songbird blasted my senses, In the early morning light, Like some ancient cannon fired, In some long ago war fight, And at attention stood my eyes,
The Words! The Words! I’ve seen my whole life, They come with a swirl, And fly from my sight, Into horizons, I dare not press t…
The land is bare, The town is flat, The people don’t care, The men are fat, The trees stand naked,
Light bore vision with precision a… I saw your beauty so bright, so ri… The street was full: faceless dogs… Yet we stood, rainbow-engaged and… And in the dawn, the past was fore…
Don’t look at me, Don’t even say a word, Nothing can be heard, in these hal… Nothing can be spoken in this oper… The lights just hang and the music…
The dead flower girls dance, They came to me in a trance, Of faded yellow golden skins, That did not hide what lay within, And the steeple bathed in sunlight…
I left home when was I only fourt… To travel away from the King and… I had to get out for my mind was m… and my flamin’ fingers all were ta… I arrived at an airport on a flyin…
Past the calm lake where, Geese usually flock, Through and through, A shattered rock path that, Has been forgot,
I seen a woman with three coats on… And she was shivering in the cold, She lay on the street, no shoes on… And she must have been 60 years ol… Her hands was trembling, in the ni…
What is this Blue light I see? It came from nowhere, And clouds my vision eternally, There is a line, Then a division,
Ozymanidas, You are my best friend, On our ship, we master and command… I know you you’ll stay with me 'ti… Ozymanidas,
Like a crystal hanging on glass, You remain every color that shines… Dancing and twinkling, Burning by the fire, while all the… Gives a sigh...
Fantastical colors dance through m… Perhaps they will until the end of… Poetry is for the watchers with no… To express what they cannot see, h… Poetry is for the tree that wither…
Sweetest lips of reddest flower bl… Smoothest petals spotted with dew Between a valley of my loveliest l… The Sun and Moon, sing, for us, a… I desire to never tire of the clim…
Boiling metallic bosom of the fair… the silver drip of the sun and pla… the fields of coppery crows one th… where the phosphorescent fish obta… Wolves congeal and cry yellow upon…