Man has reached the moon, but twenty centuries ago a poet knew the enchantments that would make the moon come down to earth.
To make love is to give birth to death.
The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy!
The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand
and asshole holy!
Everything is holy! everybody’s holy! everywhere is
holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman’s an
I say every dog looks like no other
but that isn’t true. Not entirely.
Difference is slippery.
Without the wetness of your love,
The fragrance of your water,
Or the trickling sounds of
I shall always feel
You can make a difference in another person’s life and not realize it, just by giving them One Moment of your time, One Memory to recall, One Motion that tells them they are not alone! OM!
We are the reflections for the stars to gaze upon, upon a sea of glass.
S’en est allée l’amante
Au village voisin malgré la pluie
Sans son amant s’en est allée l’amante
Pour danser avec un autre que lui
Les femmes mentent mentent
I don’t believe he deserves the thousands of poems I’ve written about him, but life doesn’t follow rules. We do things for people who don’t necessarily deserve it. But we liked it, we loved it and fell in love enough to write about it.
My sincere thanks to friends and family, especially my mother, father, brother, and Mandy, who continue to love and support me despite my obsessions.