Poetry Is A Subset Of A Cosmos,

Poets Can't Worry About Popularity Since Loving Life And Humanity Involves Saying What Some People Don't Want To Hear.

My Body Is The Fruit Of Spirits' Play.

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.

The Primary Dues A Writer Or Any Artist Pays Is To Remain Sentient, And To Forfeit The Illusionary Luxury Of Such Anesthetics As Avoidance, Numbness, And Denials.

'realistic Dreamer' Is Not An Oxymoron.