Everything That I'm Saying You

All I Can Do Is Be Me, Whoever That Is.

You Must Be Vulnerable To Be Sensitive To Reality. And To Be Vulnerable Is Just Another Way Of Saying That One Has Nothing More To Lose. I Don't Have Anything But Darkness To Lose.

A Poem Is A Naked Person.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rollin' High And Mighty Traps Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps "we'll Meet On Edges, Soon," Said I Proud 'neath Heated Brow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now. Half-wracked Prejudice Leaped Forth "rip Down All Hate," I Screamed Lies That Life Is Black And White Spoke From My Skull. I Dreamed Romantic Facts Of Musketeers Foundationed Deep, Somehow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now.

I Just Don't Hear Anyone Else Making The Music I'm Making In My Head, So I'll Have To Do It Myself.