He loves to study
astronomy,
she has a heavenly body,
he likes to look at her through
his telescope.
She wants him to open his heart,
He wants her to open
her legs.
He gropes her
like lost in the dark
and she feels his body
like feeling her way
out of a black hole.

The feel of paper
the touch of hardcover
the ink kissing
the paper.
Paper feel skin.
Scratch by
pen-claws
Ink bleed blood.
Hide behind hard
cover.

Everyone wants to go to heaven
but no one wants to follow the God's rules.

Children wanted to be in the house
but no one wants to follow the Father's rules.

There's a key to heaven
but everyone would
rather pick the lock.

Everyone wants to go to heaven
but they don't know who's heaven
or which rules to follow.

Everyone wants
to go to heaven
but don't know
which one that
they want to go to.

If they make
their own rules---
does heaven acknowledge them?

Everyone wants to play the game
but don't want to play by the rules.

Spring
makes me happy,
Summer
makes me feel
all warm inside,
Fall
makes me sad,
Winter
makes me sleep.

Emotions
are the poet's
master.
Emotions
are the artist's
tools.
Emotions
are the writer's
best friend.
Emotions sway
colors.
Emotions
are the musician's
soul.
Emotions
are the poet's
God.
Emotions
are the poet's
muse.

Why is it that
poets are loners.
Why is it that
artists are outcast.
Why is it that writers are
hated.
Maybe the world
notices that they are
different.
And they hated them
for it.
That's why they shunned them.

We are never alone
for God is always
with us.
Don't you hear,
listen to the silence,
you can hear a whisper,
that's God's voice.
Don't you feel
his hand on your shoulders,
that's God.
You are never alone.
For God is with you.