Poetry Is A Dividend From What You

At Every Sunrise I Renounce The Doubts Of Night And Greet The New Day Of A Most Precious Delusion.

Men Will Clutch At Illusions When They Have Nothing Else To Hold To.

The Voice Of Passion Is Better Than The Voice Of Reason. The Passionless Cannot Change History.

On The Day The World Ends A Bee Circles A Clover, A Fisherman Mends A Glimmering Net.

The Living Owe It To Those Who No Longer Can Speak To Tell Their Story For Them.