I love poetry, but I often wonder how poetry feels about me.

Poetry keeps my heart neat, even when incomplete, I find peace.

Poetry, will you show me where your words find peace?

I have a kind heart, I’m in love. It gets deeper with every kiss and every hug.

Poetry is more than just art, it’s like super glue to a broken heart. It can also be a light when your life seems a little dark.

Does anybody remember the day when family was family, a woman was a woman, and a man was a man?

Poetry’s circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.

Let thy words be few. I agree, but only if my ink can relentlessly run.

Poetry can take you places that were once only traveled by your imagination.

No matter who’s looking at you, love, honesty, and kindness will always make you beautiful!

Can somebody please explain how humans can be so inhumane?

Attraction is an evil. It takes you to the wonderland that doesn't exist. The exit becomes tough, then.

They say "ya gotta stay hungry"... Hey Baby...I'm just about starvin' tonight!

The countries of the American continent and the adjacent islands are for the United States the natural marts of supply and demand.

It is only love that has already fallen sick that is killed by absence.

Were a language ever completely "grammatical" it would be a perfect engine of conceptual expression. Unfortunately, or luckily, no language is tyrannically consistent. All grammars leak.

The flaws you see in others are actually a reflection of yourself.

Some believers are fundamentalists about everything, but every believer is a fundamentalist about something.

Sometimes I feel the music is the only medicine.

I hear they feed you in Sing Sing,” Evie muttered. “Three squares a day.” “Evangeline,” Will said with a sigh. “Charity begins at home.” “So does mental illness.

Emmy Lou Harris introduced me to the work of the Vietnam Veterans of America foundation and the Campaign for a Land Mine Free World.