A paint brush +
A piece of clay +
A piece of chalk +
And whatever you want (all the other stuff was optional)
= Art (whether you like it or not).
An escalator: what goes up must come down for an escalator... it is what goes around must come back
A life I left A death I felt Painfully At first I jumped But then I thought Why jump when you know You will die anyway Why are you happy when You cannot see your Family anymore Even though I hate them I could not live without them But luckily I am dead.
PS: the magic page that will always jump you to the latest poem is "http://www.saintannsny.org/depart/computer/poems.html"