There is a place
Where ideas come from
And you cannot know for sure
When you are actually there
...
Words stringed together in rhyme,
Simple melodies I have played
Or strings pulled
From my own mind...
...
I knew you were coming,
Since I saw you first in my dream...
With God's given power for natural cloning,
You became my life's stream...
...
Supine, breathing
To the rhythm of the song
Coming out my heart...
Not yet asleep, nor soon will be,
...
There
A dim flying dust
The inhabitant
Of a place called solitude
...
Out on the streets of New York,
The first appearance of morning,
A preliminary warning
That a new day has begun
...
While climbing a tall mountain
Short of breath as expected
Desperately trying to reach the top
I lost my sense of direction
...
I am crying now,
For the children in the world,
Whose stomachs cry for food
In time of peace or war...
...
As a part time poet
That I am
Running towards the night
The darkness- the anonymity
...