My Cradle Was A Shoe.

To Say What Or Where We Came From Has Nothing To Do With What Or Where We Came From. We Do Not Come From There Any More, But Only From Each Word That Proceeds Out Of The Mouth Of The Unnamed. And Yet Sometimes It Is Our Only Way Of Pointing To Who We Are.

Every Year Without Knowing It I Have Passed The Day When The Last Fires Will Wave To Me

But Most Love Poetry Is Awful; Nobody Knows How To Write Good Love Poetry Either. But That's Not A Reason Not To Write Love Poetry. Some Of The Best Poetry Ever Written Has Been Love Poetry, And Some Of The Greatest Poetry Ever Written Has Been Political Poetry.

Laughter Was The Shape The Darkness Took Around The First Appearance Of The Light.

Send Me Out Into Another Life Lord Because This One Is Growing Faint I Do Not Think It Goes All The Way