I Doubt Not God Is Good, Well-meaning,

My Poetry Has Become The Way Of My Giving Out What Music Is Within Me.

Give But A Grain Of The Heart's Rich Seed, Confine Some Under Cover, And When Love Goes, Bid Him God-speed. And Find Another Lover.

The Truth Is... Everything Counts. Everything. Everything We Do And Everything We Say. Everything Helps Or Hurts; Everything Adds To Or Takes Away From Someone Else.

Africa? A Book One Thumbs Listlessly, Till Slumber Comes.

Never Love With All Your Heart, It Only Ends In Aching.