Truth May Sometimes Hurt, But Delusion Harms.

Poetry Isn't An Activity, It's A Way Life Is Lived.

Words Are Contact With Other Beings. I See A Word That Says Something I've Noticed, Seen, Felt, Obserevd, And I Capture It; "i Need That Word!"

How Do We Define Consciousness, Or What Has Been Called The Human Soul Or The Spirit, If It Can't Be Quantified As Matter Or A Particle?.. It Can Be Quantified Or Observed Just By A Process Of Elimination.

Your Mouth On Mine Our Bridge To Cross And Serve Where We Would Go. Utopia Of Sensations The Flesh Could Never Know.

I Became A Total Yes. We Don't Even Have Names Anymore.