Where humanity sowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.

Here are lips of flame eager to be extinguished by love's liquid sigh.

Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light embracing light and so allowed my syllables to rest there as a prayer they might sing in their dreams.

Poetry, like jazz, is one of those dazzling diamonds of creative industry that help human beings make sense out of the comedies and tragedies that contextualize our lives.

War poisons the land Like diseased minds downloaded/ into bowls of tears.

Got just enough room to be a friend of yours. Oh I hope you got room to be a friend of mine.

Whereas the insufficiency of a love neither sustained nor supreme cannot be ignored, the same should not be taken as cause to avoid one's total spiritual contractual engagement to this world.