I Could Safely Declare, I Am An

Money Buys Everything Except Love, Personality, Freedom, Immortality, Silence, Peace.

I See America, Not In The Setting Sun Of A Black Night Of Despair Ahead Of Us, I See America In The Crimson Light Of A Rising Sun Fresh From The Burning, Creative Hand Of God. I See Great Days Ahead, Great Days Possible To Men And Women Of Will And Vision.

The Past Is A Bucket Of Ashes

Poetry Is A Plan For A Slit In The Face Of A Bronze Fountain Goat And The Path Of Fresh Drinking Water.

When I Was Writing Pretty Poor Poetry, This Girl With Midnight Black Hair Told Me To Go On.