To Gain Your Own Voice,

Thank God I Am Not God! Thank God I Am Not God!

I Want People To Bow As They See Me And Say He Is Gifted With Poetry, He Has Seen The Presence Of The Creator.

Let The Straight Flower Bespeak Its Purpose In Straightness - To Seek The Light. Let The Crooked Flower Bespeak Its Purpose In Crookedness - To Seek The Light. Let The Crookedness And Straightness Bespeak The Light.

Poets Are Damned... But See With The Eyes Of Angels.

Sometime I’ll Lay Down My Wrath, As I Lay My Body Down Between The Ache Of Breath And Breath, Golden Slumber In The Bone.