Listen, Real Poetry Doesn't Say

How Can I Set Free Anyone Who Doesn't Have The Guts To Stand Up Alone And Declare His Own Freedom?

Do You Know The Warm Progress Under The Stars? Do You Know We Exist? Have You Forgotten The Keys To The Kingdom? Have You Been Born Yet & Are You Alive?

Indians Scattered On Dawn's Highway Bleeding/ghosts Crowd The Young Child's Fragile Eggshell Mind.

Blood Is The Rose Of Mysterious Union.

My Great Joy Is To Give Form To Reality. Music Is A Great Release, A Great Enjoyment To Me. Eventually I'd Like To Write Something Of Great Importance. That's My Ambition - To Write Something Worthwhile.