Spirit is Life. It flows thru the death of me endlessly like a river unafraid of becoming the sea.

Spirit is Life. It flows thru the death of me endlessly like a river unafraid of becoming the sea.

If you believe you're a poet, then you're saved.

But when the conquered spirit breaks free And indicates a new light Who'll take care of the cats?

I learned life were no dream I learned truth deceived Man is not God Life is a century Death an instant

The fall of man stands a lie before Beethoven, a truth before Hitler.

Ah, if I were dictator I'd have poets throwing bombs!