Even Pain Pricks To Livelier

This Is War: Boys Flung Into A Breach Like Shoveled Earth; And Old Men, Broken, Driving Rapidly Before Crowds Of People In A Glitter Of Silly Decorations. Behind The Boys And The Old Men, Life Weeps, And Shreds Her Garments To The Blowing Winds.

Sexual Love Is The Most Stupendous Fact Of The Universe, And The Most Magical Mystery Our Poor Blind Senses Know.

I Know That A Creed Is The Shell Of A Lie.

You Are Ice And Fire The Touch Of You Burns My Hands Like Snow.

Without Poetry The Soul And Heart Of Man Starves And Dies.