You Don't Have To Deserve

Memento Mori And Obey The Lord. Art And Religion Love The Somber Chord.

A Poem Begins With A Lump In The Throat; A Homesickness Or A Love Sickness. It Is A Reaching-out Toward Expression; An Effort To Find Fulfillment. A Complete Poem Is One Where An Emotion Has Found Its Thought And The Thought Has Found Words.

There Would Be More Than Ocean-water Broken Before God's Last Put Out The Light Was Spoken.

But This We Know, The Obstacle That Checked And Tripped The Body, Shot The Spirit On Further Than Target Ever Showed Or Shone.

The Rose Is A Rose, And Was Always A Rose. But The Theory Now Goes That The Apple's A Rose.