I Am What I Feel And Think

Don't Let The Wicked City Get You Down.

... You Looked Around And Saw Everybody Either Married Or Busy And Happy And Thinking And Being Creative, And You Felt Scared, Sick, Lethargic, Worst Of All, Not Wanting To Cope. You Saw Visions Of Yourself In A Straightjacket, And A Drain On The Family, Murdering Your Mother In Actuality, Killing The Edifice Of Love And Respect Built Up Over The Years In The Hearts Of Other People.

The Silence Depressed Me. It Wasn't The Silence Of Silence. It Was My Own Silence.

The Blood Jet Is Poetry And There Is No Stopping It.

I Am I-i Am Powerful, But To What Extent? I Am I.