I remainMistress of mine own self and mine own soul

God moves in mysterious waysHis wonders to performs

The ambitions are wake up, breathe, keep breathing.

Kiss the lips upon me once, and I shall never tell.

Who will read these poems when the people are gone?

Please, sit in my sky and let me polish your shine.

It was at that agethat poetry came in search of me.

Be true to your word and your work and your friend.

More sailors have drowned in words than in the sea.

You will never be alone with a poet in your pocket.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.

At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.

We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.

Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity.

The poetry of love is the greatest gift God gave us.