Poetry Is A Subset Of A Cosmos,

Words Are Contact With Other Beings. I See A Word That Says Something I've Noticed, Seen, Felt, Obserevd, And I Capture It; "i Need That Word!"

When We Love There Is No Reason Why.

Hate: Return To Sender; Address Unknown.

Love Is Not Blind. Love Sees What Is Most True

Anyone Contemplating World War Is Certifiably Insane, No Matter How Calm They Seem.