[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...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] ISOLATED VODKA: Last night I diedI cried and I cried and I criedI drowned all my pride and I criedand I cried and I criedI tripped over half a bottle of vodkaDid a U-turn on my bedWhere...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I died once. My wings fell offAs I was carried further and further down. My light extinguishedAs I slowly became a part of the ground. Withering away until I was no moreWith only one particle left,That particle...