I've Come To Terms With It, It

I Am Not A Joiner. Somewhere I Once Said That People Join Clubs Now For The Very Reason They Once Carried Them, A Need For Security. Maybe I'm Alone More Often Than I Should Be, Because I Try To Find Security Within Myself.

If You Love Somebody, Tell Them.

People Ask Me Why I Connected. It Was Presumptuous Of Me To Say, But I'm Everyman. The Difference Is I Put My Thoughts Into Words.

A Poet Can't Afford To Be Aloof. The Tools Of His Trade Are The People He Bumps Up Against.

Be Gentle With Me, New Love. Treat Me Tenderly. I Need The Gentle Touch, The Soft Voice, The Candlelight After Nine. There's Been So Many Who Didn't Understand So Give Me All The Love I See In Your Timid Eyes But Give It Gently Please.