I Am Writing These Poems From Inside

Let Us Leave This Place Where The Smoke Blows Black And The Dark Street Winds And Bends. Past The Pits Where The Asphalt Flowers Grow We Shall Walk With A Walk That Is Measured And Slow, And Watch Where The Chalk-white Arrows Go To The Place Where The Sidewalk Ends.

To Me, Freedom Entitles You To Do Something, Not To Not Do Something.

Sometimes I Get So Depressed 'bout What I Haven't Done. -never

If We Meet And I Say, "hi," That's A Salutation. If You Ask Me How I Feel, That's A Consideration. If We Stop And Talk Awhile, That's A Conversation. If We Understand Each Other, That's Communication. If We Argue, Scream And Fight, That's An Altercation. If Later We Apologize, That's A Reconciliation. If We Help Each Other Home, That's Cooperation. And All These Ations Added Up Make Civilization. (and If I Say This Is A Wonderful Poem, Is That Exaggeration?)

It's Always A Nice Feeling, Having People Think That You Feel Things Much Deeper Than You're Allowed To Say, But This Isn't True. If You Want To Find Out What A Writer Or A Cartoonist Really Feels, Look At His Work. That's Enough.