Life Without Liberty Is Like A Body

For That Which Is Boundless In You Abides In The Mansion Of The Sky, Whose Door Is The Morning Mist, And Whose Windows Are The Songs And The Silences Of Night.

My Friend, I Am Not What I Seem. Seeming Is But A Garment I Wear — A Care-woven Garment That Protects Me From Thy Questionings And Thee From My Negligence. The "i" In Me, My Friend, Dwells In The House Of Silence, And Therein It Shall Remain For Ever More, Unperceived, Unapproachable.

Poetry Is A Deal Of Joy And Pain And Wonder, With A Dash Of The Dictionary.

God Created Music As A Common Language For All Men. It Inspires The Poets, The Composers And The Architects. It Lures Us To Search Our Souls For The Meaning Of The Mysteries Described In Ancient Books.

I Said To Life, I Would Hear Death Speak. And Life Raised Her Voice A Little Higher And Said, You Hear Him Now.