A Heart Needs Only Its Own Voice

We Are The Ancestors Of Those Gardening The Universe.

Because I Had Goodwill For All, I Thought All Were My Friends. And Then I Learned Of Treachery, That Some Preferred My End. It Wasn't The Goodwill I Felt That Made Someone A Friend. What Handy Day, The One I Learned The Meaning Of The Word. How Good To Know My Enemies (though Their Reasons Are Absurd!)

Life Is A Canvas Of Many Strokes Where Shades From Different Palettes Meet Into A Picture So Concrete That Some Forget It Is Their Own, So Become Framed Themselves.

If A Dishonest Creep Wants To Tap Dance, Give Them The Spotlight And A Mirror.

Sex In Space (earth Included) Far Exceeds Our Wildest Imaginations, And Is More Than A Big Bang, That's For Sure, It's Cosmic.