I Am A Poet Who Composes What

There Is Within Me A Friend Who Consoles Me Every Time That Troubles Overwhelm Me And Misfortunes Afflict Me. The Man Who Does Not Feel Friendship Towards Himself Is A Public Enemy, And He Who Finds No Confidant Within Himself Will Die Of Despair. For Life Streams Out Of Man's Inner Self And In No Way From What Surrounds Him.

When You Look Closely People Are So Strange & So Complicated That They're Actually Beautiful.

Your Hearts Know In Silence The Secrets Of The Days And The Nights.

Death Changes Nothing But The Mask That Covers Our Faces.

Would That I Were A Dry Well, And That The People Tossed Stones Into Me, For That Would Be Easier Than To Be A Spring Of Flowing Water That The Thirsty Pass By, And From Which They Avoid Drinking.