Pencils lose their skins
To polish our calligraphy

Isn't enough to understand
the values of our benefactors?

elephants stomping on my head
laugh as they draw blood
fragmented ideals scatter in the wind
as trampled dreams mix with dust

cemented in 'supposed to'
hiding behind other people's 'shoulds'
jackhammer disappointment
crushes bones with broken boundaries

play me a song
to make it look pretty
and I'll pretend to dance
with you in foggy yesterday's

karaoke soundtracks
to a stranger's tears
that leave the heart blind
tripping acid just to see in forgotten colors

breathing bacteria
from the soles of shoes
wiped on my forehead
as they said, 'hello'

a mosaic of skull puzzles
grouted in the remnants of the ****
left behind as everyone
just walks away

shadows smell clean in dark corners
where colors are left to die
in clouds of expectation
leaving truth buried in the ruble

...of who they thought I was

The purpose of poetry
Is to plant trees in every mind

Whatever you get
Take them with open arms

Happiness is hidden in everything.

Think about meeting with death;
Be old for a moment, unforgettable.

Don't you see
How blossoms
control mountains?

It's beauty not power
That compels you
to think for a moment!

O Joy, stop saddening, sulking;
The fork teeth of cold are blunt;
The snow doesn't have identity
Of its own, and lost its current.

Jolly crickets are loving lovers,
And our hearts are now daffodils;
we are aquamarine once again;
March is here and on the hills.

If we had not been subject to breaking,
We'd have been an uneven stone!

Be a hunter, but don't hunt the good:
A deer, a dove, a wildflower and a wood;
Hunt the evil: a ****, a robbery and a ******;
If you could, and are really a manly hunter!