“Le ChatJe souhaite dans ma maison:Une femme ayant sa raison.Un chat passant parmi les livres.Des amis en toute saisonSans lesquels je ne peux pas vivre.”

“But know this.This life, it breathes in duality. Your now[s] are an imminent tomorrow[s].”

“We don’t know anything about silent sages, buried knowledge, the eye of the mute poet, serene seers, yet how many talkative destroyers, prophets and ideologues, teachers and beautifiers there are on the other side.”

“Humans will never be in charge of this world, as long as dust and weeds do as they please.”

“There’s always that one person in our life we are saving the last dance for.”

“some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only… live in poems.”

“…so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.”

“One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.”

“I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.”

“My poems are my prayers for my Love,And in this way only,I have chosen to worship Him in this life.O you, witness of my joys,And follower of my madness.Will you read them aloud every time,So may He hear my grievances,That how much I have yearned Him in this life.”

“And now, for something completely the same:Wasted time and wasted breath,’s what I’ll make, until my death.Helping people ‘d be as good,but I wouldn’t, if I could.For the few that help deserve,have no need, or not the nerve,help from strangers to accept,plus from mine a few have wept.Wept from joy, or from despair,or just from my vengeful stare.Ways I have, to look at stupid,make them see I am not Cupid.Make them see they are in error,for of truth I am a bearer.Most decide I’m just a bear,mauling at them, – like I care.”

“My heart’s scripture tastes foreign in the mouths of cowards and on the tongues of those who have never breathed inthe moon and breathed out the world.”