Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.

the poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople... you and i are human beings; mostpeople are snobs.

Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?

What if a dawn of a doom of a dream bites this universe in two, peels forever out of his grave, and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?

Time cannot children,poets,lovers tell- measure imagine,mystery,a kiss -not though mankind would rather know than feel

The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.

worms are the words but joy's the voice