There are no lungs like the ones that breathe poetry.

Don't be afraid to be afraid.
Have fear, and then conquer the
shit out of it.

Your flesh is not a reflection of your soul. So when you look in the mirror, remember that your light outshines your flaws.

It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.

If a muscleman like Hukum can write a poem, everyone can.

You might as well ask an artist to explain his art, or ask a poet to explain his poem. It defeats the purpose. The meaning is only clear thorough the search.