Man, I'm Sick Of Doubt.

No One Gets Out Of Here Alive.

If My Poetry Aims To Achieve Anything, It's To Deliver People From The Limited Ways In Which They See And Feel.

Choose The Day And Choose The Sign Of Your Day! The Day's Divinity! First Thing You See!!

Blake Said That The Body Was The Soul's Prison Unless The Five Senses Are Fully Developed And Open. He Considered The Senses The 'windows Of The Soul.' When Sex Involves All The Senses Intensely, It Can Be Like A Mystical Experence.

In The Holy Solipsism Of The Young Now I Can't Walk Thru A City Street W/out Eying Each Single Pedestrian. I Feel Thier Vibe Thru My Skin, The Hair On My Neck --- It Rises.