LOVE IS NOT AN EMOTION THAT CAN BE WORN ON ONE’S SLEEVE LIKE ROMANCE. LOVE RUNS DEEP IT IS CALM, SWEET, AND QUIET. IT IS ETERNAL AND STRONG LOVE’S EMBRACE IS THE SUPPORT OF ALL MANKIND… EVEN OF LIFE ITSELF. IT BORE ATLAS AS HE BORE THE WORLD. IT INSPIRED THE DEVOTION OF A BATTERED PILLAR ATTENDING ONLY TO HIS …

IS BEING … STATIC? THE LACK OF WORDS CAN BE THE OVERFLOW OF IDEAS THAT DISTANT DIFFERENT DRUMMER HAS A RHYTHM AKIN TO THE SEASONS HE BELIEVES, I IMAGINE, ALL KEEP TIME TO HIS STEPS… IN MY NARROW WINDOW, HOWEVER, I SEE FEW FOLLOWING… MY WAY AM I ALONE? I WILL KEEP TO MY PACE… AND MEET AT THE END …

TO DROWN IN DUST?… IS THIS THE FATE OF MANKIND? TO RECYCLE STALE IDEAS UNINSPIRED BY IDEALS? I FEEL A FLOUNDER… FRANTICALLY CLUTCHING THE CRUSHED AND WATERLOGGED REED… CALLED TRUTH 1987

HEARTACHE IS THE FIRE AND FUEL OF CREATIVE MOTION HOW ELSE WOULD MAN’S HEART RACE? HOW ELSE, I ASK, WERE IT NOT FOR THE FLAIL OF PASSION’S SPUR ‘TIS A SHAME THAT COMFORT AND BEAUTY CANNOT RECLINE UPON THE SAME COUCH … AND THAT IT TAKES A HEART ON FIRE TO RECALL THE GENTLE BEAUTY OF THE COOL STREAMING OF …

As the second set of foot prints vanish, I cannot miss the warmth of your embrace as you carry me. I see your hand that often grants my every wish within a day. I only have to look to see that someone who loves me is really taking care of me. I’m so glad you are there for me to …

COLD GLOOM OF INDIFFERENCE BE MELTED BY MY SWORD OF UTILITY I LOOK FOR PATRONS NOT FOR THOSE WHO WOULD PATRONIZE ME MY DRIVE SHOWS ME GREAT BEAUTY WHY DOES EVERYONE TURN AWAY AS IF THEY DID NOT SEE? THE GARNISH MUST BE WRONG! MY FACADE! MY FACADE! BUT WAIT… I DO NOT MEAN TO PATRONIZE, BUT TO PRACTICE PATIENCE. …

TO LOOSE GOD’S LIGHT BUT KEEP HIS BREATH TO BOTH HOLD AND FLING HIS BIDDING THIS IS THE MUNDANE OF EVERYDAY TRUTH! THE GRANDEUR OF GREAT DAYS IT IS UNIMPRESSIVE IF ITS MEANING IS NOT FED WITH THE TINDER OF NEED … AND UNSEEN IF NOT PROJECTED AGAINST NECESSITY’S CONTRAST CONTENTMENT BREEDS A CONTINENCE OF COMPLACENCY AND NEGLECT HOWEVER PLEASANT …

MANY TIMES THE RHYMES OF TRUTH DISTRACT MY ATTENTION FROM THIS WORLDS REALITY I IGNORE THE INCONGRUITIES IN HOPES OF SEEING A GRAND CULMONATION… A FINAL CHORIOGRAPHY… WITH HARMONY DANCING AS SMOKE BEFORE MY EYES

ROMANCE? ‘TIS JUST A FANCY AYE, A FANCY…NAY A FANTASY IF NOT FOR LOVE’S REALITY THAT MAKES IT WHOLE HOW EASY IT IS TO CREATE ONE’S OWN DESIRES…FROM NOTHING. SEE? THE FINEST POTTER’S CLAY CANNOT RIVAL THE STUFF OF A LONESOME EMPTY HEART LET IT FADE… LET IT FADE… REMEMBER, THE SNOW OF FALSE HOPE BLUNTS REALITY’S SHARP BLADE JUST …

NOT ONLY DOES SPRING MELT THE FROST OF SEASONS PAST, BUT IT IGNITES A FLORAL FLAME. KINDLED BY RAIN, IT BIDS THE BREATH OF BLOOMS TO RIDE THE WARM SUNNY BREEZE POOR BLOSSOMS THEY AWAKE INTO THEIR GRANDEUR… ONLY TO BLANCHE… TO YOUR COMPARISON. 1988

ALL THIS TIME I WAS UNDER THE DELUSION THAT OUR CORPORAL PRISON CONFINED OUR UNDERSTANDING AS WELL AS OUR TEMPORAL TRAVEL. BELIEVING OUR COUSINS, THE ETHEREAL WINDS, WERE FREE FROM DIMENSIONAL BONDS AND INERTIAL RAILS DUE TO THEIR FREEDOM FROM FREEDOM, I OPEN MY EYES TO ANOTHER POSSIBILITY…. MAYBE THE ANGELS ARE FREE OF TIME’S BARS BECAUSE THEY DO NOT …

TO EMPTY ONE’S SELF COMPLETELY IS NOT LIKE THE DUMPING OF THE CONTENTS OF A BUCKET. CERTAIN THINGS MUST BE RETAINED UNTIL LAST OR THERE WILL BE THAT WHICH CANNOT BE EXTRACTED. YOU MUST NOT FIRST GIVE AWAY YOUR TOOLS AND THEN YOUR WARES. IT MUST BE THE OTHER WAY AROUND IN SUCH A WAY IS THE ORDER TO ACHIEVE …