InsomniaI wonderIf those talks matterFew done in the clarity of dayOr the manyDone at 3 a.m. in the morning

You see the world in colors, I see in Black and Red.

I grow weary of the loveThat lasts for a nightWhen it should be thereThe next sunrise

The Almost Forgotten Human Language is ‘Feeling.

Pain is fear, and I'm not afraid.

Like the sand and the oyster, it's a creative irritant. In each poem, I'm trying to reveal a truth, so it can't have a fictional beginning.

We always take credit for the good and attribute the bad to fortune.

I could spend a whole day at a spa. Id get a facial, a scalp rub, massages, then eat some grapes and be good to go.

I also played two years of high school football but I wasn't very, how shall I say it, talented.

The sage acts without taking credit. He accomplishes without dwelling on it. He does not want to display his worth.

I run in my own lanes screaming Jesus is King!

I think that variety is the key to our success. It is what makes us [artists] different, and long may that continue.

So I went to buy a watch, and the man in the shop said "Analogue." I said "No, just a watch."