When You Make Your Peace

If My Poetry Aims To Achieve Anything, It's To Deliver People From The Limited Ways In Which They See And Feel.

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.

In The Holy Solipsism Of The Young Now I Can't Walk Thru A City Street W/out Eying Each Single Pedestrian. I Feel Thier Vibe Thru My Skin, The Hair On My Neck --- It Rises.

A Man Searching For Paradise Lost Can Seem A Fool To Those Who Never Sought The Other World.

Time To Live, Time To Lie, Time To Laugh, And Time To Die. Take It Easy Baby. Take It As It Comes.