May my truth be written as proof. May my poems tread lightly thru currents.  May my answers get humble and wiser and may my paper grow vaster amid the disaster . May my verses never deflate with the weight that your judgment creates.  May I never see perfect weather  as my poems speak thunder wherever.  May my essence forever relate, a perfume that is written not smelled. May the fire burn endless with rage as my finger on paper they lay.  May a pen say may name at the grave, he lays soul-less for his soul are poems.  May my stories be carried not buried. And these quotes never vanish and perish. For the ink that I write made me...