The water hollowed the stone,
the wind dispersed the water,
the stone stopped the wind.
Water and wind and stone.

The wind sculpted the stone,
the stone is a cup of water,
The water runs off and is wind.
Stone and wind and water.

The wind sings in its turnings,
the water murmurs as it goes,
the motionless stone is quiet.
Wind and water and stone.

One is the other and is neither:
among their empty names
they pass and disappear,
water and stone and wind.

Will You Be Mine...???
To Love You And Treasure Your Heart Forever
Be With You Until The End Of Time
Keep You Warm In A Stormy And Cold Weather.


Will You Be Mine...???
To Hold You Close When You Are Sad
Take You Up High On Cloud Nine
And Make You Smile When Feeling Bad.


Will You Be Mine...???
To Compliment And Make You Blush
Telling You Each And Every Day That You Are So Fine
And Side With You As A Humanity Thrush.


Will You Be Mine...???
To Amaze Me With Your Divine Look
Impress Me Till I Quit Drinking Wine
And Stay Close To Me As We Begin Our Life Book.


Will You Be Mine...???
To Flourish You With Gifts, Hugs, Kisses And My Heart
Every Single Day Giving You A Sign
Which Will Show That You Are My One And Only Work Of Art.


Will You Be Mine...???
To Be Calling You In The Middle Of Every Night
Just To Tell You How Much I Care, Love And Miss You
Embracing My True Bliss, My Mrs. Right.


Will You Be Mine...???
To Take A Step Forward As We Rise
Making Sure That You'll Always Shine
Because I Promise Not To Wet Your Eyes.


Will You Be Mine...???
As I Am Gonna Hustle Hard To Support You
Delight Life With A Special Vine
And Live Every Second For You.


Will You Be Mine...???
As I See My Future As Your Lover
Lean On Me And Grind Down The Whine
To Secure You Under My Cover.


Will You Be Mine...???
I'ma Show You How Sweet I Can Be
Love Messages, Flowers, Cards, Voicemails I Will Send
For The Love Of Keeping You Happy.


Will You Be Mine...???
I Wanna Feel At Ease When I Complete This Line
And I Pray You To Fall In My Arms Any Time Soon
All That Will Happen, If You Be Mine.

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men.
Young men sharp as mustard.
See them. Men are always
Going somewhere.
They knew I was there. Fifteen
Years old and starving for them.
Under my window, they would pause,
Their shoulders high like the
******* of a young girl,
Jacket tails slapping over
Those behinds,
Men.

One day they hold you in the
Palms of their hands, gentle, as if you
Were the last raw egg in the world. Then
They tighten up. Just a little. The
First squeeze is nice. A quick hug.
Soft into your defenselessness. A little
More. The hurt begins. Wrench out a
Smile that slides around the fear. When the
Air disappears,
Your mind pops, exploding fiercely, briefly,
Like the head of a kitchen match. Shattered.
It is your juice
That runs down their legs. Staining their shoes.
When the earth rights itself again,
And taste tries to return to the tongue,
Your body has slammed shut. Forever.
No keys exist.

Then the window draws full upon
Your mind. There, just beyond
The sway of curtains, men walk.
Knowing something.
Going someplace.
But this time, I will simply
Stand and watch.

Maybe.