There's No Misery In Not Being Loved,

Unless You Call Attention To Your Presence Who Will Know You're There? Even A Country Has To Weave And Wave A Flag As Proof Of Its Existence.

People Are Not Born Bastards. They Have To Work At It.

If You Love Somebody, Tell Them.

Poetry Is Fact Given Over To Imagery.

I Cannot Speculate On What Our Cluttered Mind Will Save- Sleepy Sundays, Or A Nosebleed After Love. I Know Only The Dying Heart Needs The Nourishment Of Memory To Live Beyond Too Many Winters.