Good is not always good.

Get out, but don't cause unneeded accidents.

Why poetry, you ask? Because of life, I answer.

Oblivion cures the old wounds.

Possible impossibility emerges From an impossible possibility, Or possibly, impossible possibility Blooms from the impossibly possible impossibility.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Is that all?

Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?

Get close to grass and you’ll see a star.

Everybody talks, but there is no conversation.