I read your prose with a voracious hunger for the next line, and satisfy as they each increase in ethereal portion to the plate of my soul.

Only roll with lyrical pro's, spit lyrical prose like physical blows. Not one intermission with these verbal devices, eager to subject your mind to these vices. No Miami.

Gilds the crenelated towers of the churches here and there, Intensifies the hue of flowers makes thy lovely face more fair.

I don't always give tough love... But when I do It's because I actually love you

I took the hard way in, the hard way through, and I'm taking the hard way out. Pressure on coal only makes diamonds.

All an artist really wants is to feel something and express it exactly as they felt it.