For my part$$$ I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely$$$ dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

Sometimes life takes hold of one$$$ carries the body along$$$ accomplishes one's history$$$ and yet is not real$$$ but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.

Don't look at me in that tone of voice.

We're the culture that cried wolf.

All the effort in the world won't matter if you're not inspired.

Do you think my mind is maturing late$$$ or simply rotted early?

Two friends . . . there are stronger forces on earth$$$ perhaps$$$ but few as tenacious and enduring as the bond between true friends.

Perhaps it is how we are made; perhaps words of truth reach us best through the heart$$$ and stories and songs are the language of the heart.

Only the young can be alone freely.<br>The time is shorter now for company$$$<br>And sitting by a lamp more often brings<br>Not peace$$$ but other things.

Poetry is emotional in nature and theatrical in operation.