One Day I Shall Burst My Bud

Poetry Is A Language In Which Man Explores His Own Amazement.

How Nature Loves The Incomplete. She Knows If She Drew A Conclusion It Would Finish Her.

Thank God Our Time Is Now When Wrong Comes Up To Meet Us Everywhere Never To Leave Us Till We Take, The Greatest Stride Of The Soul Man Ever Took. Affairs Are Now Soul Size The Enterprise Is Exploration Unto God. Where Are You Making For? It Takes So Many Thousand Years To Wake. But Will You Wake For Pity's Sake?

How Can We Be Scrupulous In A Life Which, From Birth Onwards, Is So Determined To Wring Us Dry Of Any Serenity At All?

The Best Thing We Can Do Is To Make Wherever We're Lost In Look As Much Like Home As We Can.