Deprivation Is The Mother Of Poetry.

The Term Clinical Depression Finds Its Way Into Too Many Conversations These Days. One Has A Sense That A Catastrophe Has Occurred In The Psychic Landscape.

In Dreams The Truth Is Learned That All Good Works Are Done In The Absence Of A Caress.

I Have Often Prayed For You Like This Let Me Have Her

Well, I've Been Waiting, I Was Sure We'd Meet Between The Trains We're Waiting For I Think It's Time To Board Another Please Understand, I Never Had A Secret Chart To Get Me To The Heart Of This Or Any Other Matter

I've Seen The Future And It's Murder.