Love is a dream. Dreams are good, but do not be surprised if you wake up in tears.
I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just...in between.
What have they done to the earth?What have they done to our fair sister?Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit herStuck her with knives in the side of the dawnAnd tied her with fences and dragge...
Give me songsto singand emerald dreamsto dream
I'm gonna love you Till the heavens Stop the rain.I'm gonna Love you Till the stars Fall from the sky For you and I
Actually I don't remember being born, it must have happened during one of my black outs.
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft...
I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments.
We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillfulcomes death on a strange hourunannounced, unplanned forlike a scaring over-friendly guest you'vebrought to bedDeath makes angels of us all& gives us wingswhere w...
She dances in a ring of fire and throws of the challenge with a shrug.
Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.
Door of passage to the other side, the soul frees itself in stride.
If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts.
Tell them you came, and saw, and lookedinto my eyes and saw the shadowof the guard receding.Thoughts in time and out of season,the hitchinker stood by the side of the roadand levelled his thumb in the...
Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virginWe could plan a murderOr start a religion.
The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.
It's like gambling somehow. You go out for a night of drinking and you don't know where your going to end up the next day. It could work out good or it could be disastrous. It's like the throw of the...
I am troubled, immeasurablyby your eyes. I am struck by the featherof your soft reply.The sound of glassspeaks quick, disdainand concealswhat your eyes fightto explain.