September 19, 2001
I can’t fight this nation’s wars…I have my own

Look out into this world and view everything—nothing out there was impossible to create… therefore, you doing nothing, means you don’t fit. We are creators, painters, writers, and singers—we are to be anything but lazy. Fill not the palm with wants and needs, bring to the light what your mind creates. In time, you too shall bare a shadow… it may decide to never let you grow anywhere near the visions I call my own. Until then, stay silent, and remain completely away.

My writing pen, my paint brush, my place of escape—my path, walk, and mind are filled with journey—my thoughts, bridges, my forest within…my creations, my lyrics, paper and pens. My pictures, my poetry, my everything including ego and conceit—even my empty back without angel wings.