Stories told about oneself by mouth,
are filled with lies or broken truth;
for what the heart might be underneath,
the mouth will tell and exagerate.
...
I am the wind, my dear lady,
I can not be grasped, I can not be captured.
Slowly and gently I move,
...
Emerging from the chrysalis of God
Into the hands of white-robed aliens
In the gesture of communication:
A cry: a dawn of Childhood
...
Entangled in the cobwebs
Of this sin
Suffocating
under its compelling images
...
Dear soulmate
I had stumbled on the path of another
Disguised as you
...
Beloved,
My heart burns
In trying to prepare
An amazing poetic delicacy,
...
What is more Peaceful?
A solemn sound
At the cool of the night...
A gaze into the heavens
...
As we journey through time on earth,
Waiting for the train of death...
With you I'll walk a thousand mile
Whether to the grave or down the aisle
...
It is said, 'Even Though I speak
with the tongues of men and of angels,
and have not Love,
I am become as sounding brass,
...
Took a walk down memory lane and back
And in the clandestinity of my heart, I reckon...
(Knowing I'm not the kind of person to make a brag)
It is truly amazing the man I have become...
...