Everything was chocolate ice cream and kisses and wind.
Approaching the Start of Civil ExamsPerhaps I was once a young Chinese scholarapproaching the start of civil exams,my mind grown weary and sad from seclusionwith books on syntax and poetic style.All t...
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.
I wish my whispers are heard and requited as a storm... Because, the storm is that keeps me alive!
As an artist, i live in fantasy and flirt with reality. I'm an emotional magician of sorts. I paint my feelings onto the abstract canvas of a waking dream. I suspend my concepts in the ether's of othe...
Painting is so poetic, while sculpture is more logical and scientific and makes you worry about gravity.
Mistress Creation keeps calling my name... i long for her, and she, for me... we will be reunited soon. In the interim, i bide my time dreaming of her, writing about her and stretching her across the...
We read the pagan sacred books with profit and delight. With myth and fable we are ever charmed, and find a pleasure in the endless repetition of the beautiful, poetic, and absurd. We find, in all the...
Love is not love which alters it when alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wanderin...
Oh, Scarlett, you are so young you wring my heart.
Poetry is inspired by the elements of random thoughts, an overflow of gazing at the unseen.
