Love Rushed Into My Veins Emptying Me

How Will You Know The Difficulties Of Being Human, If You Are Always Flying Off To Blue Perfection? Where Will You Plant Your Grief Seeds? Workers Need Ground To Scrape And Hoe, Not The Sky Of Unspecified Desire.

Death Has Nothing To Do With Going Away.the Sun Sets The Moon Sets But They Are Not Gone.

We've Given Up Making A Living, Its All This Crazy Love Poetry Now!

Be A Spot Of Ground Where Nothing Is Growing, Where Something Might Be Planted, A Seed, Possibly, From The Absolute.

I Learned That Every Mortal Will Taste Death. But Only Some Will Taste Life.