Is 4 The Same 4 For Everybody?

Perhaps This War Will Pass Like The Others Which Divided Us Leaving Us Dead, Killing Us Along With The Killers But The Shame Of This Time Puts Its Burning Fingers To Our Faces. Who Will Erase The Ruthlessness Hidden In Innocent Blood?

Love Has To Be…flowering Like The Stars, And Measureless As A Kiss.

Poetry Is An Act Of Peace.

I Have Never Thought Of My Life As Divided Between Poetry And Politics.

O Merry, Merry, Merry, Like Only Dogs Know How To Be Happy And Nothing More, With An Absolute Shameless Nature.