The Stigma Of Oddness Is The Price

A Man Must Be Sacrificed Now And Again To Provide For The Next Generation Of Men.

Art Is The Desire Of A Man To Express Himself, To Record The Reactions Of His Personality To The World He Lives In.

Happiness, To Some, Elation; Is, To Others, Mere Stagnation.

Can You See Through The Night, Woman, That You Stare So Upon It? Man, What Sparks Do Your Eyes Follow In The Smouldering Darkness?

I Never Deny Poems When They Come; Whatever I Am Doing, Whatever I Am Writing, I Lay It Aside And Attend To The Arriving Poem.