You won't always be someone's favorite. Some people prefer wine while others prefer something a little bit more strong like whiskey.

Silence causes a series of horrible thinking, while thinking itself prevents silence.

I find myself in awe of antiques, simply because I am antique. I'm quite  fragile, I'm a bit warn, perhaps even a bit dusty, however with every antique lies an interesting story behind it.

What separates one from the thing
Which sets them free?

Not realizing they have the key.

Art is reckless.  
Artists splatter paint across their canvas.

Poetry itself is reckless.
  We splatter our words across the readers minds.

It is a fool who will throw away everything for the sake of pride. For then, they would be left nothing, save the very thing which had cost them everything.

Oh that Jack babe Has a knife dear
And he never leaves a trace
But have you seen his face dear
He looks like a monster
Well it looks like they have a case

You know when that Jack strikes
With his knife babe
There's never any time to scream
You could run, oh, but he'll be behind you
While you're praying that it's all a dream

There's An alleyway ahead huh huh
Monday morning uh huh
With a body and its quite a sight, eek!
And someone's creepin within the crowd
Could that someone be Jack with the knife

There's the docks huh huh
Down by the water don't you know
Some say he works there during the day
And there's a teacher that someone fingered
But that teacher drowned himself in the bay

Now did you hear about Mary Kelly
They found her body on the floor at home
Seems she went out
One night with her friends babe
But she never came home alone

And now the boss babe
Seems he got a letter
From the man
Yes Ol Jack himself

And that letter
Is stained in red dear
You could see it for yourself

I said Mary Kelly Annie Chapman
Look out for Mary Nichols
And Elizabeth Stride
Now that line forms on the right babe
Cause old Jack might strike tonight

Look out old Jack is back