If You Live, Live Free Or Die

Without Hope We Are Lost.

Against Barbarity, Poetry Can Resist Only By Confirming Its Attachment To Human Fragility Like A Blade Of Grass Growing On A Wall While Armies March By.

Sarcasm Helps Me Overcome The Harshness Of The Reality We Live, Eases The Pain Of Scars And Makes People Smile.

If The Olive Trees Knew The Hands That Planted Them, Their Oil Would Become Tears.

We Are Captives Of What We Love, What We Desire, And What We Are.