“I have my books and my poetry to protect me.”

“I have my books and my poetry to protect me”

“I have my books and poetry to protect me”

“I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told, and I have squandered my resistance, for a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises. All lies in jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest...la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-la-la-la-la...”

“ Have a good time"Yesterday it was my birthday.I hung one more year on the line.I should be depressed.My life's a mess.But I'm having a good time.I've been loving and loving and loving.I'm exhausted from loving so wellI should go to bed.But a voice in my head says,"Ah, what the hell”

“And you read your emily dickinson, And I my robert frost. And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what weve lost.”

“I have my booksAnd my poetry to protect me;I am shielded in my armor,Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.I touch no one and no one touches me.I am a rock,I am an island.”