Not every kind of love
which we may find ourselves
inclined to giving
is of a kind to which the other
may be open for receiving.

The truest lover..
Never gives his love by force.
The truest lover keeps a finger,
keen and sensitive..
On his beloved’s pulse.
With …

what doth a famished serpent seek..
when it is out of fickle hearts
upon which it can feed?
how doth it find a means
to satisfy its most primordial
and sacred need?
to fill the belly of its demiurge,
where doth it find fulfillment
to its end?
who doth it …

What lies within the liminal space?
The space that falls in-between?
Where the previous story
has already ended..
but the next one has yet to begin?
A moment of stillness
between our fall from heaven
and our original sin.
An invisible seam
between consecutive episodes of a show..
which stitches …

The Poet’s truth lies not
within the sum of meaning
latent in the words he says..
But rather in the feeling
that the product
of his words conveys.

The Poet’s power lies
not in the way he synthesizes
words into a rhyme.
But rather in the way their …

Every good story must come to an end,
but if it’s just that good..
Sometimes it gets a sequel.
Sometimes it flops.
Sometimes it is an equal.
More rarely still,
sometimes it takes what’s best..
Cuts off the fat..
the fluff..
all of the rest…
And delivers us …

I grasp at it.. but I don’t give it.
I don’t label it.. but I mean it.
I give you clues and hints..
And still you struggle
to figure me out.
But when you do..
You’ll know it.
Beyond a shadow of a doubt.
The answer to …

My Beautiful Little Flower - Part 2/2
“The Gift of Freely Given Love”

Our love for one another doesn’t bind us..
She’s always welcome to continue loving others..
Because our loving for each other
is so innocent and free.
And yet.. from all the sea of many gazing …

My Beautiful Little Flower - Part 1/2
“A Flower’s Beauty”

What is so beautiful about a flower?
Is it the way that she so gracefully receives
the kind affections with which I shower her?
Is it the sweetness of her soul..
Is it her innocence that makes me feel …

The Ocean - Part 3/3
“Farewell”

If only that you knew..
how many salty tears I cried.
If only that you knew..
how hard I wept.
When not so long ago,
upon a dimly moonlit night..
She told me that she really saw me through..
Through to my very depth …

The Ocean - Part 2/3
“Wisdom of the Depth”

When you stare into The Ocean’s depth
Her depth stares back right into you..
And in all her depth, The Ocean..
Really.. truly saw me through.
She saw a beauty, latent in my madness..
And in my darkness, she beheld …