Time Is A Sandpile We Run Our

Poetry Is The Capture Of A Picture, A Song, Or A Flair, In A Deliberate Prism Of Words.

The Sea Speaks A Language Polite People Never Repeat. It Is A Colossal Scavenger Slang And Has No Respect.

I Could Safely Declare, I Am An Idealist... I Believe In Everything - I Am Only Looking For Proofs.

The Marvelous Rebellion Of Man At All Signs Reading "keep Off.

There Is An Eagle In Me That Wants To Soar.