You can't reach your hand into the space of tomorrow!

Individuals entering into society$$$ must give up a share of liberty to preserve the rest.

Who am I to tell her who to love? My job just to love her good and true myself.

Writing poems is my way of celebrating with the world that I have not committed suicide the evening before.

Dear God. Dear stars$$$ dear trees$$$ dear sky$$$ dear peoples. Dear Everything. Dear God.

In rivers$$$ the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so with present time.

I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things.

Thus men will lie on their backs$$$ talking about the fall of man$$$ and never make an effort to get up.

Familiarity seems to breed contempt.

Knowledge comes$$$ but wisdom lingers.