A Poet's First Contract Is

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

Little Did The Artist Know, Who Neglected His Appearance In Favor Of His Work, That The Years Would Produce A Breed That Spent Hours Meticulously Acquiring A Neglected Look To Appear Like An Artist.

Poets Can't Worry About Popularity Since Loving Life And Humanity Involves Saying What Some People Don't Want To Hear.

I Consider Myself More Exportant Than Important.

The Height Of Mediocrity Is Still Low.