A chord that becomes a melodious delusion, In polar discrepancy from blue to yellow painted, In yellow I existed, with digoxin’s deadly illusion, Like Van Gogh’s stars in a bright night untainted.

Now when the flowers are in full bloom, It is the ashes from the past that hidden loom.

You do not exist to serve the illusion. The illusion exists to serve you.

Maxim 3: An ordnance technician at a dead run outranks everybody.-The Seventy Maxims of Maximally Effective Mercenaries

I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlourdrinking milk shakes cold and longSmiling and waving and looking so finedon't think you knew you were in this song

When reason has followed its road to the end, the point of crisis is reached and man is brought to the great question mark over his own existence.

To nourish children and raise them against odds is in any time any place more valuable than to fix bolts in cars or design nuclear weapons.

Images are the heart of poetry ... You're not a poet without imagery.

Your ability to rationalize your own bad deeds makes you believe that the whole world is as amoral as you are.

We all die at the end, but does that nullify everything? Would most people rather say, "I wish I hadn't been born?" Once you're born you'll have to die, now is that funny or sad?

The idea of trying able to explain why you do what you do is absurd.

There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life.