I Wish I Could Say Everything In

Even Without The Mushroom Cloud Still I Would Have Hated Listen I Would Have Done The Same Things Even If There Were No Death I Will Not Be Held Like A Drunkard Under The Cold Tap Of Facts I Refuse The Universal Alibi

Here's To The Few Who Forgive What You Do, And The Fewer Who Don't Even Care

A Poem Has A Certain - A Different Time. For Instance, A Poem Is A Very Private Experience, And It Doesn't Have A Driving Tempo. In Other Words, You Know, You Can Go Back And Forward; You Can Comeback; You Can Linger. You Know, It's A Completely Different Time Reference.

In The Broken Places, The Light Shines Through.

A Heavy Burden Lifted From My Soul, I Heard That Love Was Out Of My Control.