The wind in which the dead leaves blow. Here I inhale profounder strength And as I am, I speak and move And things are as I think they are And say they are on the blue guitar.

I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks

What is beyond the cathedral, outside, Balances with nuptial song. So it is to sit and to balance things To and to and to the point of still, To say of one mas…

It is the sea that whitens the roof. The sea drifts through the winter air. It is the sea that the north wind makes. The sea is in the falling snow. This gloom…

'I'll rip the mic, rip the stage, rip the system. I was born to rage against 'em'

When anger rushes, unrestrain'd to action, Like a hot steed, it stumbles in its way: The man of thought strikes deepest, and strikes safest.

One arrow alone can be easily broken but many arrows are indestructible.