When I was just a little young boy, Papa said Son, you'll never get far, I'll tell you the reason if you want to know, 'cause child of mine, there isn't really very far to go.

Comes a Time when the blind man takes your hand says DON'T YOU SEE?

When you get ready to vote, make sure you know what you are doing.

Being in a floodplain is like sitting down in a bathtub.

But I would rather be with you, somewhere in San Francisco on a back porch in July, just looking up to Heaven, at this crescent in the sky

The storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light, and not to master

Let my inspiration flow, in token lines suggesting rhythm, that will not forsake me, till my tale is told and done.