The beginning and end of love are no different.

all literature must be fact
just in different proportions
the rest of fiction
the facts become truth
to cintribute
only then
poems turn into
the oil of the light
of Reality:
the painful sighs of the world.

boasting yourself ¬ loving others.

fighting because we're defferent than
fighting because we're the same
less dangerous more.

Birds are
fly easily
They don't fly hard

birds are
beautiful
not flashy

The bird is
is where it is supposed to be
it is not where it is told to be

birds are
where it is
hidden from view

birds are
flying throught the sky
No flying around in the woods

The bird are
talks like a child
they don't threaten like adults

Who is chasing the bird?

- for lovely readers

picnic Highlight
scavenger hunt

visible hidden
i found no treasure

i hunted for
hidden places that day.

The person you love
may be gone,
but love doesn't go away,
of course
love is forgotten
with the passage of time,
but I don't think
it is to be forgotten
that is gone,
I think
it is to survive
that is not forgotten,
I think
love is to pass through death
stronger than love,
to become stronger than death
and to survive
this is my simple thought.

for Frank