My Great Joy Is To Give Form

I Believe In A Long, Prolonged, Derangement Of The Senses In Order To Obtain The Unknown.

All The Poems Have Wolves In Them. All But One. The Most Beautiful One Of All. She Dances In A Ring Of Fire And Throws Off The Challenge With A Shrug.

How Can I Set Free Anyone Who Doesn't Have The Guts To Stand Up Alone And Declare His Own Freedom? I Think It's A Lie - People Claim They Want To Be Free - Everybody Insists That Freedom Is What They Want The Most, The Most Sacred And Precious Thing A Man Can Possess. But That's Bullshit! People Are Terrified To Be Set Free - They Hold On To Their Chains. They Fight Anyone Who Tries To Break Those Chains. It's Their Securityhow Can They Expect Me Or Anyone Else To Set Them Free If They Don't Really Want To Be Free?

That’s What Real Love Amounts To - Letting A Person Be What He Really Is....most People Love You For Who You Pretend To Be....to Keep Their Love, You Keep Pretending - Performing. You Get To Love Your Pretense...it’s True, We’re Locked In An Image, An Act - And The Sad Thing Is, People Get So Used To Their Image - They Grow Attached To Their Masks. They Love Their Chains. They Forget All About Who They Really Are. And If You Try To Remind Them, They Hate You For It - They Feel Like You’re Trying To Steal Their Most Precious Possession.

Nobody Would Stay Interested In Me If I Was Normal