A poem about love/ alter ego/ soul as a whole.

This is a poem written about lost things and their musings on them.

I’m on a dream bus cruising—-

About how little we know of each other as we pass on the streets.

Poem from “The Deep Dark Sweet Rantings of a Yeshua Freak” by Lady Frangelica Seraphica Zen.

A song about how little we know the more we accumulate knowledge.

A long poem musing about death.

"Better never to have met you in my dreams than to wake up and reach for hands that are not there" – Otomo No Yakamochi.

Polite observation.

I’m building a Fairy House and I wrote this poem while I painted the door.