with our eyes and magnetism, we pull reality like...
actually, help create it singers couldn't sing...
time is an illusion created by man
between holidays and important events and...
I hear the sound of the violin
long before it begins...
They scare us with death
Until we are frightened of living...
The Camelot knight:
"Are you one of us?" I said...
Poetry is a vow—
elseways, it is only...
I am not a racist
if I wish to hold on to my identity...
You can drop bombs on my town,
shoot little boys in the head and kneecaps...
"I invite you all
to the fire," said the hero...
They make those fences
out of their fangs, their canines...
The lashes you saw marked on my body
are but half the story...
On and on, forever—
perfection lost...