Friday, June 27, 2008
This is one of my sculptures I call: Bird of God, after making this I wrote this poem to attach with it. I wonder sometimes what is a poet? Whateveritis, I think, it must have food for the soul, it must have generous folds of thoughts, and Love, Whateveritis, I think, it must be arrogant, to coach... Sign in to see full entry.
Cloning, science-designed kids...Who's for it?
I wrote this poem thinking about how our world would be if science begins designing kids in test tubes. Then there is the ozone thing. What will humans be like if all is bad becomes true. Years 2000-3000 Mother Earth, is damn mad now, her rain forest so beautiful and strategically placed are gone... Sign in to see full entry.