For those who lost the list of books:

In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

-- About murder

-- Adapted into a 1967 film

Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides

-- Pulitzer Prize for Fiction

-- About a transexual

-- Most recent book

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

-- A bit weird but a good book

-- Adapted into a 1970 film

The Cider House Rules by John Irving

-- Abortion, Orphans, Sex

-- Adapted into a 1999 film

The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers

-- About a deaf man

-- Adapted into a 1968 film

The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand

-- The longest but makes for good conversations

-- About an architect

-- Adapted into a 1949 film

Slaughterhouse-five by Kurt Vonnegut

-- Anti-war science fiction film

-- Adapted into a 1979 film

For those who lost the list of books:

In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

-- About murder

-- Adapted into a 1967 film

Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides

-- Pulitzer Prize for Fiction

-- About a transexual

-- Most recent book

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

-- A bit weird but a good book

-- Adapted into a 1970 film

The Cider House Rules by John Irving

-- Abortion, Orphans, Sex

-- Adapted into a 1999 film

The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers

-- About a deaf man

-- Adapted into a 1968 film

The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand

-- The longest but makes for good conversations

-- About an architect

-- Adapted into a 1949 film

Slaughterhouse-five by Kurt Vonnegut

-- Anti-war science fiction film

-- Adapted into a 1979 film

For those who lost the list of books:

In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

-- About murder

-- Adapted into a 1967 film

Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides

-- Pulitzer Prize for Fiction

-- About a transexual

-- Most recent book

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

-- A bit weird but a good book

-- Adapted into a 1970 film

The Cider House Rules by John Irving

-- Abortion, Orphans, Sex

-- Adapted into a 1999 film

The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers

-- About a deaf man

-- Adapted into a 1968 film

The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand

-- The longest but makes for good conversations

-- About an architect

-- Adapted into a 1949 film

Slaughterhouse-five by Kurt Vonnegut

-- Anti-war science fiction film

-- Adapted into a 1979 film

For those who lost the list of books:

In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

-- About murder

-- Adapted into a 1967 film

Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides

-- Pulitzer Prize for Fiction

-- About a transexual

-- Most recent book

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

-- A bit weird but a good book

-- Adapted into a 1970 film

The Cider House Rules by John Irving

-- Abortion, Orphans, Sex

-- Adapted into a 1999 film

The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers

-- About a deaf man

-- Adapted into a 1968 film

The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand

-- The longest but makes for good conversations

-- About an architect

-- Adapted into a 1949 film

Slaughterhouse-five by Kurt Vonnegut

-- Anti-war science fiction film

-- Adapted into a 1979 film

Cry

I cry for a world where the carefree maya bird flies free through open, blue skies filled with crystals and wisps of clouds, soaring above magnificent green fields and blue seas. A sky where it can fly without worrying about gunshots and fire shooting them down and taking away their freedom and their lives and all their little chicks, who have yet to learn to fly.

I cry for a world where the vulnerable tarsier can finally take a leap of faith and move past its slow and boring soliloquy, taking on bigger strides from tree to tree. For its wide eyes can already see all the cunning flashes and pretentious parasites, but they choose not to move in fear, in silence. A spirit enlivened, a force enthusiastic in that world, and it shall wake the tarsier from its slothful slumber to move undaunted, unpressed, unstopped.

I cry for a world where the majestic whale shark can make a home in waters blue and clear, where scum and waste haven't polluted its pristine habitat. Waters where they can move out and explore the depths of the sea, where they can call out in deep booming sounds and be not afraid against the currents and muck that threaten it.

I cry for a world where the stern rugged water buffalos can move through rice paddies without worrying about whips and lashes, where it can move in its own industrious pace and not be forced to do so, where its horns find no enemy to attack and strike. A field so green that it can enjoy the fruits of its own labor, the wheat of its own sweat and blood. A field where no one else can threaten to steal and take it.

I cry for a world where the eagle proves not to be a senseless predator but a leader of the world below, flying out for all to see not only its bold appearance but its heroic flight. Whether the rains and thunder come, whether the sun shines too hot, a sonorous figure who not only stands as a monument of faith but flies out to where he is needed.

I cry. I cry.

I cry for a world of our own. A world for all of us to live and be free and be happy. A world so beautiful nothing else can compare, nothing else can dismantle. Pristine. Beautiful. Wondrous. I cry. I cry.

Anger Poems II: I'll Burn You at the Stake

I'll burn you at the stake

Damn sure, I'll make you cry

You've made a big mistake

Now, you've just got to die

Some witches need just burning

But you deserve much more

(And please, your stench is turning

Even all the berries sore)

Why so, then you may ask

But I'll just snicker off

Then I'll head on to my task

(Go 'head and just f*** off)

First, with my knife, I'd stab you

Making sure the pain lingers

Then by the hand, I'll grab you

And cut off all your fingers

I'll feed your legs to cheetahs

And make them spit it out

Then I'll dice them up in pieces

And feed them to your mouth

I'll get some spicy peppers

And place them in your eyes

They'll burn like nasty heifers

And I won't hear your cries

In a cauldron, go your bones

And in there, they shall seethe

Then I'll get some dirty stones

And throw them at your teeth

And in a pit, the flames, I'll set

Oh, that of crackling red!

(Looking back, don't you regret

All the s*** you said?)

I'll add some extra charcoal

So you come out extra dark

Then, I'll rip your callous soul

And brand it with my mark

You nasty bastard with the dirty skin

Your time has finally come

Your warts and brainless head is in

Hell craves and hungers some

I'll place the stake in the flaming pit

And laugh out in big guffaws

(That's what you get for being s***

And making useless flaws)