Time to live, time to lie, time to laugh, and time to die. Take it easy baby. Take it as it comes.

Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss

the human race was dying out Noone left to scream n shout People living on the moon Smog will get you pretty soon Ship of Fools

The Night is young & full of rest I can’t describe the way she’s dress’d She’ll pander to some strange requests Anything that you suggest Anything to please her guest.

If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.

How can I set free anyone who doesn't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom? I think it's a lie - people claim they want to be free - everybody insists that freedom is what they want the most, the most sacred and precious thing a man can possess. But that's bullshit! People are terrified to be set free - they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It's their securityHow can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don't really want to be free?

Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. That's all it was curiosity.