Poets are Prisoners8-29-2015Poets are prisonersPractitioners, commissioners &conditioners of the spoken word Caged by their own mindsWords are shackles

Poetry frees the soul of its burdens through pure expressions. -

You're One Moment From 'The Moment'. Live it. -

Live, Love and be grateful you are capable of it.

Strive to be beyond what others perceive you to be, by striving beyond the limits of yourself.

Life seemed to him to be a narrow cage, and her iron bars were many and dense, and there was only one way out.

Administrators make work for each other so that they can multiply the number of their subordinates and enhance their prestige.

I'm going to fight for every citizen of every background from every stretch of America.

One man's toxic waste is another man's potpourri.

Consequences from evil will make your past haunt you

You ask yourself "What is love? Am I in love?", when what you should be asking is, "What is not love?", ma petite. What is it that this man does for you that is not done out of love?

That prose is a verse, and verse is a prose; convincing all, by demonstrating plain – poetic souls delight in prose insane

Don't go to sleep, so many people die there.

Never take advice from someone wearing a tie.

I love my mother, but there has been, ever since my boyhood, a sort of coldness of intercourse between us, such as is apt to come between people of strong feelings.