Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.
Everyone Is God speaking. Why not be polite and Listen to Him?
This place where you are right now, God circled on a map for you.
'Tis writ on Paradise's gate, Woe to the dupe that yields to fate!
Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.
The great religions are the ships, Poets the life boats. Every sane person I know has jumped overboard.