Poems from Bizzy Izzy

The birds of Paradise have brightly colored wing with beautiful warbling voices with which they love to sing.   But what is behind that,...
  With its mouth closed it silently sleeps. Pry open its lips with quiet creaks, then press on its teeth, and its inside leaps. Tiny...
Listen now and listen close. This matter here is not to boast. I'm begging you here on my knee. Please, will you just listen to me?
I lie in a field with the sun on my face, In a world not destroyed by the harsh human race. And by my side is a boy who says that he loves...
I want to look up, I want to look down. I want to see stars, I want to see towns. They say they're exclusive, like pesos and pounds, But I...