It is time for poetry to be recognized as a divine gift and the poet as the messenger of Divinity.

He kisses her when she's fully clothed then sends her on her way He tells her that he loves her
when she's miles away

As pained as we may be physically there is no greater hurt than a poet living in a poemless age

Of all the random movement
In the world
It seems no one has time
To notice your struggles
Anymore than one is saddened
By a broken sidewalk
Or demolished daisy
And now I know
How far from here
I have to go
The thought of you
Causes me to tremble
Put in simplest terms -
So much for fine words
No one can live up to them
Let me wake from this
Dream of life
And fly finally past the darkness
That reaches out for the darkness

today

I heaved a big sigh

so maybe

I can stop the

bashing of my head

against the concrete

I worked hard alone

to get the scream out

and tomorrow

may be different

maybe

I will fall down

all worn out fighting

the urges to bash against

the unyeilding

grey