One Aged Man - One Man -

Such Heaps Of Broken Glass To Sweep Away / You'd Think The Inner Dome Of Heaven Had Fallen.

Have Courage And A Little Willingness To Venture And Be Defeated.

My Definition Of Poetry (if I Were Forced To Give One) Would Be This: Words That Have Become Deeds.

A Voice Said, Look Me In The Stars And Tell Me Truly, Men Of Earth, If All The Soul-and-body Scars Were Not Too Much To Pay For Birth.

Don't Join Too Many Gangs. Join Few If Any. Join The United States And Join The Family- But Not Much In Between Unless A College.