The loss of these tastes [for poetry and music] is a loss of happiness, and may possibly be injurious to the intellect, and more probably to the moral character, by enfeebling the emotional part of our nature.

You are like a hurricane, there's calm in your eyes, and I'm getting blown away.

The day you chose to leave me it rained constantly in truth I swore the rain to be the tears of cuspids eyes.

My Father's Eyes' is very personal. I realized that the closest I ever came to looking in my father's eyes was when I looked into my son's eyes.

Do you know we are being led to Slaughters by placid admirals & that fat slow generals are getting, Obscene on young blood Do you know we are ruled by t.v.

If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.