Listen, Real Poetry Doesn't Say

The Most Loving Parents And Relatives Commit Murder With Smiles On Their Faces. They Force Us To Destroy The Person We Really Are: A Subtle Kind Of Murder.

If My Poetry Aims To Achieve Anything, It's To Deliver People From The Limited Ways In Which They See And Feel.

People Are Terrified To Be Set Free - They Hold On To Their Chains. They Fight Anyone Who Tries To Break Those Chains. It's Their Security... How Can They Expect Me Or Anyone Else To Set Them Free If They Don't Really Want To Be Free?

I See Myself As An Intelligent, Sensitive Human, With The Soul Of A Clown Which Forces Me To Blow It At The Most Important Moments.

Rather Than Starting Inside, I Start Outside And Reach The Mental Through The Physical.