Everyone in the capitol is a poet, No one in the capitol is a poet. The poetry which kindled inside me, Is buried now in an unmarked grave. I thought I saw her face on the street, But it must have been her ghost. The mist creeps in over the mountains, I w...
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For Yu Gone now three long years My nights are long and cold without her. Executed at twenty six years of age, What cruelty to befall such beauty. Some blossoms fall from the tree when the time is right Others are cut down violently and trampled. Chang’An...
For Yu XuanJi I sit on top of Old Pine Mountain Chanting her beautiful words. The only thing sweeter than her mouth And more intoxicating than her wine Was the sound of her voice reciting DuFu. For many years I thought The last great poetry died with Bai...
The Emperor taxes the people without relent, Rumors of rebellion are whispered in the streets. By the time the eunuchs have taken what they want, There is hardly anything left to get through the winter. Mothers suffocate their babies in the night, Others...
Her skin is as white and smooth as cream. Her hair, like a dark storm. She dances to an old mountain tune Wearing nothing but a white gauze dress. The cool air blows in through her open windows While we drink wine, and I write poems on her thigh. Her husb...
The moon shines like a phosphorescent pearl, Washing the pines and water in a silver glow. I've walked this wooded path many nights; Singing songs to the heavenly river above About this earthly river below. Sitting on my favorite rock, I write these words...
Wanderer's blood coursed through my ancestors' veins, Boiling under wind-stretched sails off Africa’s coast, Thousands of miles from their European homes. Their blood stirred at the vast mysteries before them, Legends and rumors of the dark continent, dev...
Miles Davis reverberated smoothly across the dark room, the trumpet built up steadily the way his own anticipation was building at the thought of her waking. Hong Kong Island’s skyline shone brightly into the room from across the water. Gael lit another c...
I have waking nightmaresThat it's too late,That I'm too far ,That I've murdered the poetryWhich was being born inside me.I search everywhere I goLooking for its remnants,Not knowing the point in timeOr the place where it was lost.I wonder sometimesIf a gl...
Jean and I shareThe same visionThe same king.I don't know if old ageOr a family will be granted me,Or if my heart will pour out on the groundIn the great clashWhich will soon be upon us once again.
In the city late at night,Just me, my music, and my gun.A light drizzle through the haze,Orange light posts shine along the street,Illuminating millions of droplets in the halos.Hard cruel and dangerousBut beautiful too.I walk the city late at night,Just...
To whoever you areI can't promise you money,And I can't promise you comfort,But I can promise you a warm handWhen the darkness comesAnd a warm smileWhen all the world rages around us.
An older woman Reading on the light rail, In her purse, a bottle of water With these words on the label, "Source of an Epic Life." I shift my gaze back out the window, And face reality.
All I have is her words All I have is remnants of her soul One thousand years later Cutting me deep With the awareness of her existence. How can a man desire a woman From an entirely different time and place?
Pop an amphetamine and follow the tracesI'm awake for daysin this drowning world always Boiling beneath the surfacesOf hard cruel faces.They tell me I'm an assholeFor calling shit - shittyBut your world, lets be honest, ain't pretty.I can feel it in my ar...