Poverty Hides Itself In Thought Before It

I Do Not Want You To Hear That I Love You, But I Want You To Feel It Without Me Having To Say.

We Are All Prisoners But Some Of Us Are In Cells With Windows And Some Without.

Why Dispute What We Shall Be, When We Know Not Even What We Are.

In The Mouth Of Society Are Many Diseased Teeth, Decayed To The Bones Of The Jaws. But Society Makes No Effort To Have Them Extracted And Be Rid Of The Affliction. It Contents Itself With Gold Fillings.

Believing Is A Fine Thing, But Placing Those Beliefs Into Execution Is A Test Of Strength. Many Are Those Who Talk Like The Roar Of The Sea, Gut Their Lives Are Shallow And Stagnant, Like The Rotting Marshes. Many Are Those Who Lift Their Heads Above The Mountain Tops, But Their Spirits Remain Dormant In The Obscurity Of The Caverns.