The Older I Get, The More I

I Have Learned To Get Pleasure From Speaking Of Pain

I Did Not Deceive Him, He Did Not Deceive Me, I Did Not Leave Him, He Did Not Leave Me, I Freed Him, He Freed Me.

I'm Not Asking A Poem To Carry A Lot Of Rocks In Its Pockets. Just Being An Ordinary Observer And Liver And Feeler And Letting The Experience Get Through You Onto The Notebook With The Pen, Through The Arm, Out Of The Body, Onto The Page, Without Distortion.

Take Your Vitamins. Exercise. Just Work To Love Yourself As Much As You Can - Not More Than The People Around You But Not So Much Less.

The Amount Of Horror One Used To Hear About In One Village Could Be Quite Extreme. But One Might Not Have Heard About All The Other Villages' Horrors At The Same Time.