It Is Sweet To Think I Was

The Child Who Dwells Inside Us Trusts That There Are Wise Men Somewhere Who Know The Truth.

I Am Composed Of Contradictions, Which Is Why Poetry Is A Better Form For Me Than Philosophy

Forget The Suffering You Caused Others. Forget The Suffering Others Caused You. The Waters Run And Run, Springs Sparkle And Are Done, You Walk The Earth You Are Forgetting.

A Weak Human Mercy Walks In The Corridors Of Hospitals And Is Like A Half-thawed Winter.

Two Attributes Of A Poet, Avidity Of The Eye And The Desire To Describe That Which He Sees.