The deeper is the abyss, more brilliant is the pearl.
The Sea: Concerto for harpsichord and sand particles.
We live within ourselves, but die outside of ourselves.
and you the only moral?
time to find a shrink.
black ribbons of smoke -
how many is too many?
there is no logic
needless holy wars-
stop the innocence's decay
white lily blooming
remorse - sunken sphinx
svelte world of surrealism
sculptural white ghosts -
sleepy morning swans sail east
over misty lake
There is no good poetry and bad poetry, it's just a matter of perception: some lines match more minds and souls, others less.
There was an old man named Kabool,
Who tried hard to ride a bull;
When he jumped down from a tree,
The beast just stepped out to pee,
Making the old man seem a fool.