When We Love There Is No Reason

Poetry Is Our Heart, Our Spirit, Our Soul. Call It Whatever; Without It, Everything Else Is Nothing But Hardware.

Where You See Valid Achievements Or Virtue Being Attacked, It's By Someone Viewing Them As A Mirror Of Their Own Inadequacy Instead Of An Inspiring Beacon For Excellence.

You Never Read About The Real Pain. It Lives Where No Word Can Travel.

Only Love Conceives Things Worthy Enough To Stand Greater Than Individual Accomplishment.

Nature Abhors A Vacuum But Why Do Most People Hasten To Fill In The Blanks With Garbage.