Silence in all
its beauty is
a rolling grenade.
It doesn't demand
to be felt.

#ts #nss

Home…
You know what
I'm trying to be.

#ts #kbts #btf

You ask a bird
If she beds;

Up, frowns the skies
And she flies;

You ask if I know,
I say fly.

#ts #nss

To you,
Botany.
For you, love
—A fireplace.
To you,
A letter.
To you, friend,
—A corsage.

#ts #wrds #BE

But a poem
is a dagger,
Your highness.
You force its
length, you miss.
And you know
Do not you,
Your highness,
Beneath that sheath,
How it screams
To touch blood?

#ts #wrds

Trees, the sun, the tide,
Raiments and frigid hearts:
I can't help but notice June,
I can't help but notice you.

#ts #ssn #fg

Grotesque Hellenic great gods,
Hobgoblins, and hunnies:
What good or dash is devotion,
If wasted, to the dead
and undeserved?

#ts #nss

These scars, in my eyes are red,
As June mornings warm into Julys,
And I remember badly, how I have bled.

#ts #fg #ssn

Rivers there are
to east of easts,
where beauty flows
and silence feasts.

#ts #nss

A day hike to the green high in Gansu province,
A walk in the mud. Yes, the mud, the rain.
There I met a spread beauty in white, and black,
There I met cute carnivores and giant pandas.
There I met happiness feeding on herbs, medicine.
There I saw love buried in gangster cats,
There I saw a silence, a solitude that honks.
And I said to myself: That's right,
That is what love needs to be— unadvertised;
To keep to itself what it ought to have, to be,
Love indeed must fight, must be gangster.

#ts #kbts

Don't I just love it,
When I go away
From myself…
Just to drown deep
In the night sky…
To find myself
Buried in your eyes…

#ts #btf

Be a father,
As the earth mothers.
Be a mother,
As the sky fathers.

Be a garden,
When the rain pours.
Be the rain,
When a garden pours.

Sync with nature's lips,
As though a second listens.
Raise the bar of love high,
As though listens the sky.

#ts #lh

The boss
That the sun is,
To reveal whatever
Beauty is concealed?

#ts #kbts

Play Me Your Music.

I want
a hug
that lasts
forever.
No body,
no kiss.
All words,
all silence.

#ts #lh

Night falls,
And all the dreams,
Chased and discarded,
Gather at fireplaces.

#ts #nss

Man, by humming
Is seldom hummingbird.
By, but singing,
Is oft songbird.

#ts #nss