If You Tried To Give Rock And

I Believe That As Soon As People Want Peace In The World They Can Have It. The Trouble Is They Are Not Aware They Can Get It.

How Poetry Comes To The Poet Is A Mystery.

As A Kid I Had A Dream - I Wanted To Own My Own Bicycle. When I Got The Bike I Must Have Been The Happiest Boy In Liverpool, Maybe The World. I Lived For That Bike. Most Kids Left Their Bike In The Backyard At Night. Not Me. I Insisted On Taking Mine Indoors And The First Night I Even Kept It In My Bed.

We'd Also Have To Infiltrate The Army Too, Because They Are Well Trained To Kill Us All.

How Can I Give Love When I Don't Know What It Is I'm Giving?