Slander Reveals The Greatest Truth About The

The True Poem Rests Between The Words.

Words Are Contact With Other Beings. I See A Word That Says Something I've Noticed, Seen, Felt, Obserevd, And I Capture It; "i Need That Word!"

Sometime Is That Appointment, The Final One To Meet. Let's Color All With Love, For Time Is Naught But Fleet.

Human Forms Are Perpetuated Through Sex, And Sex Also Perpetuates Human Consciousness.

Poetry Isn't An Activity, It's A Way Life Is Lived.