FROM the time of the early radishes
To the time of the standing corn
Sleepy Henry Hackerman hoes.
  
There are laws in the village against weeds.
The law says a **** is wrong and shall be killed.
The weeds say life is a white and lovely thing
And the weeds come on and on in irrepressible regiments.
Sleepy Henry Hackerman hoes; and the village law uttering a ban on weeds is unchangeable law.

My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
     universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
     reach my hands and play with pebbles of
     destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
     reading "Keep Off."

My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
     in the universe.

I could love you
as dry roots love rain.
I could hold you
as branches in the wind
brandish petals.
Forgive me for speaking so soon.

    Let your heart look
    on white sea spray
    and be lonely.

    Love is a fool star.

    You and a ring of stars
    may mention my name
    and then forget me.

    Love is a fool star.

We were separated by thousands of miles,
But all I wanna see is your smile.
I just wanted to hold your hands,
But it'll worth thousands of grands.

The most important is
I can love you overseas
Yet you're still making my knees weak
Because it represents, the trust and love we seek.

- Jessa Saquin

I gathered all
  the driftwood
of my love
  and built a fire
at high tide
  watching the ocean
rise from the smoke
  in so many eyes.

If you ever feel that something or someone is too far away
Remember the sun
And how it touches your skin
And provides for you every day

Morning full of sunshine,
No clouds can be seen in the sky.
You tell me: "Good morning, the girl of my dreams.
How could I ever tell you goodbye."
You kiss me on the nose, I smile
And there we lay for awhile
Looking into the depths of each others eyes
Wishing we could freeze the moment in  time.

Time broke the heart of Van Gogh
Wrenched the soul of Edgar Allen Poe
As the ages spoke with words and paints
The romantics yielded up all of their pain
And put it on display in canvasses and pages