Truth Is What Most Contradicts Itself.

To Write A Poem Is Like Trying To Catch A Lizard Without Its Tail Falling Off.

I Have Been Thinking About The Girl I Met Last Night In The Mirror: Dark On The Marble-ivory White: Glossy Black Hair: Deep Suspiring Eyes In Which One's Glances Sink Because They Are Nervous, Curious, Turned To Sexual Curiosity.

Lovers Can Find Nothing To Say To Each Other That Has Not Been Said And Unsaid A Thousand Times Over. Kisses Were Invented To Translate Such Nothings Into Wounds

Music Is Only Love Looking For Words.

Music Was Invented To Confirm Human Loneliness.