In These Times You Have To Be

I Take You And Pile High The Memories. Death Will Break Her Claws On Some I Keep.

What If Someone Gave A War & Nobody Came? / Life Would Ring The Bells Of Ecstasy And Forever Be Itself Again.

Somebody's Little Girl- How Easy It Is To Make A Sob Story Over Who She Once Was And Who She Now Is.

I Could Safely Declare, I Am An Idealist... I Believe In Everything - I Am Only Looking For Proofs.

Poetry Is A Kinetic Arrangement Of Static Syllables.