If My Poetry Aims To

You Feel Your Strength In The Experience Of Pain.

The Grand Highway Is Crowded W/lovers & Searchers & Leavers So Eager To Please & Forget. Wilderness.

That’s What Real Love Amounts To - Letting A Person Be What He Really Is....most People Love You For Who You Pretend To Be....to Keep Their Love, You Keep Pretending - Performing. You Get To Love Your Pretense...it’s True, We’re Locked In An Image, An Act - And The Sad Thing Is, People Get So Used To Their Image - They Grow Attached To Their Masks. They Love Their Chains. They Forget All About Who They Really Are. And If You Try To Remind Them, They Hate You For It - They Feel Like You’re Trying To Steal Their Most Precious Possession.

I Am The Lizard King. I Can Do Anything!

You Live You Die And Death Not Ends It.