What luck for rulers that men do not think.– Adolf Hitler
Inch or a Mile?
A liar is a thief and a thief is a murderer.
National Affair - Poem by Black Orchid →
Only under your reign, do I rid my soul of its saddle. At night, I run, catching a high off of passing street lights. My mind floats barefoot as if it is the only kind of wilderness I’ll know, as your woman, your citizen. You earth me low /enough to touch the dirt roads pegged with motherless children/urging for the scraped plates we carry as chests. You made me eat all the feeling I’ve got...
There’s no secret about success. Did you ever know a successful man who...– Kin Hubbard