He Gambled All His Life, He's Got

We Have Never Arrived. We Are In A Constant State Of Becoming.

Madonna, She Still Has Not Showed, We See This Empty Cage Now Corrode, Where Her Cape Of The Stage Once Had Flowed, The Fiddler He Now Steps To The Road, On The Back Of The Fish Truck That Loads, While My Conscience Explodes.

It Is The First Line That Gives The Inspiration And Then It's Like Riding A Bull. Either You Just Stick With It, Or You Don't.

A Poem Is A Naked Person... Some People Say That I Am A Poet.

I'll Stand Over Your Grave 'til I'm Sure That You're Dead.