I goad the goblin
bee into stinging

I harden my heart
to harshness

I want I love you
to be enough

Arms and
sleepers
lurking amongst
us:
happily
and unaware

You don't put
a gun on
stage if you
don't plan to
use it

Trigger words

And then
gunshot wounds

I **** the game, like
I'm Frankenstien's Monster

Tack the ***** to this rocket,
then I launch her

Distraction establishment
making lawful constraints
for what is and what ain't

Deconstruct to reduce:
both oath oat at t

I kiss the sun
into your lips, and
the warmth from it
sinks into both of us

The moon is happily
indifferent without its
own light or heat, but
I warm you anyway

~
he who is a little ahead of his time
whose treasures of the words random
romanticism is in the blood, marrow,
his mood is as the autumn clouds

he who has lost his path within path
drowning with dreams, sunk you within dreams  
again holds thousands of lost dreams
fly the colorful kites in the blue sky

he who hide within himself
**** in his naked poetry
In forms humorous,harmonic  
as a portrait of the Vincent's starry night

he is a pilgrim who has lost himself within spirituality  
holds everything with the love  
who is for everybody so everybody is for him
But in fact there is nothing in all his

he who is simple straight as the waterfall
when in complex grew hard stone
who broke rules for building rules,
knows himself within the other life

whose words never be end
again he moves on and on
who laughs in the moonlight
again swept in pain without thinking any gain

who looks the life
as a grain of sand
and see the sign of love
in the footprint of a fossil

he who is a poet -
~

LEAVE HATRED OUTSIDE MY DOOR
WHEN YOU COME IN*

this Notice boarded on my door
seems to have done little to impress.

the ones that come in
still read from the hate book.

speak ill of others behind their back
curse those they don't agree with
spew vitriol against all not their own
criticize food habits and dresses
castigate the new generation
find fault with the old
generalize on the basis of race religion
trifle faith belief sentiment
envy for what they don't have
intensely dislike assumed disabilities
even a squint a stammer a mole a limp

more passionate in degrading than appreciating
systems, processes, relations, actions, attitudes.

people won't mend, behind them i think,

they're so ****** disgusting.