[tabby title="Poet Bio"] El políticu ye fiyude les sos pallabres,comu los poetes.Sicasí, un políticuenxamás sedrá poeta(falo d’un braeru poeta).El poeta braeru nun naguapor llindiar el rebañu.El poeta braerunun promete futuru dalu.El poeta braeruye’l so propiu enemigu.El poeta braerusabe abondu que...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I am the fire breathing thoughtthat spurts like an absurd ripplein the random lake of consciousness. Where nerves meet and blinkin the compartment of a selfish trainskipping their meal of twenty hugs. Silent withdrawal of timeless eyesinto...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] there’s no death like a bleeding poetwhose lungs are a shieldwinged to rescue otherson a blank pageon stageevery time he breathes,his tears are drenched on mudto cover open gravesof the ones who hug the sunwith broken wings...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] As I take a walk around in nature;I tend to ask myself;What can I compare to the beauty of creation?It must be something with inner beauty;It must be something with taste;It must be something with deep restorative...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Time is limited.What do I do with mine?What will I leave behind?Did I cherish or violate the Earth?What is my special skill?Am I driving people insane, or am I making them happy?Am I like Peter who had...