This page frightens me
with its whiteness-
pale and interesting,
when words wind their way across it.
If ******* is written
backspace is the face of the future -
paradoxically speaking.
A rhyme is a sign
that on the next line
the metre should not peter
out.
Alliteration alleviates this
and block capitals
just simply SHOUT.

I'm out of practice with these things.
I'm loving out of turn.
I can't convey my thoughts
If loving I've not learned.

I'm out of practice with these things.
A poem I should read.
A poet knows it better,
So sonnets I should heed.

I'm out of practice with these things.
Perhaps I'll write a song.
Or maybe that is risky,
If I sing it wrong.

I'm out of practice with these things.
I don't know what to do.
Nervously I'm waiting,
For a cue from you.

I'm out of practice with these things.
And so I'll practice more.
With a few small dollars
I'll practice with a *****.

I'm out of practice with these things,
But at least I got some.

Why Do We Have Eyes?
Reflecting the Weakness of the Soul
Capturing The Beauty
Just to Watch it Fade Away

Why do We Have a Mouth?
Able to Tell So Much Wonders
To A Loved One
Who Do not Dare To Listen

Why Do We Have Ears?
Forever Reminding The Loneliness
The Absence Of Voice
The Plenitude Of Solitude

Why do We Have A Soul?
Remembering the Eternal
Not Foreseeing Eternity
Leaving You In Sorrow

Why Do We Have A Brain?
Conflicting with Eyes, Heart and Soul
Whispering You The Evident Truth
Of Your Insignificant Being

I Want To Pierce My Eyes
So They Never Lay Down Again
On Beauty Of A Mirage
Forever Dissolving in Front of Them

I Want To Sew My Mouth
Forever Silenced
So I can Not Hear
The Silent Echo of My Howls

I Want To Blow My Ears
Exploding In A Blast
Forever Shut
To the Shouts of Silence

I Want to Tear Of My Heart
So The Pain Will Disappear
The Crimson Nectar
Inevitably Dispersing My Life

I Want to Destroy My Soul
Breaking the Circle of Pain
Never Have Been, Never Will Be
Just Disappearing Of The Creation

I Want To Give Back My Energy
So It Can Be Free
To Fulfill A Creature Worth Living
Who Can Accomplish Something

A Creature Who Will Know
What it is to Be Loved
Just a Quantum
Of How Much I Love You

Warlock

"And if he's gone away," said she,
"Good riddance, if you're asking me.
I'm not a one to lie awake
And weep for anybody's sake.
There's better lads than him about!
I'll wear my buckled slippers out
A-dancing till the break of day.
I'm better off with him away!
And if he never come," said she,
"Now what on earth is that to me?
I wouldn't have him back!"
  I hope
Her mother washed her mouth with soap.