BiographyType: Poet Born: 9 Oct. 1968 Died: Liccione was born in Chicago, Illinois and raised in Rochester, New York. As a child, Liccione grew up in the struggles of a broken family, moving around in various homes, wandering from family member to family member. During his teen years, he went from living with friends to strangers, a vacant house, a vacant garage, and finally living inside his car, all the while managing to survive. |
Sometimes you need to go through many small doors, to get to that big door of opportunity.
The distance of a voice, is only a short time away from touch.
Money spent, will never out value spent time.
Today can be better than the worse of yesterdays, but tomorrow can never replace the best of yesterdays.
The future is now! Don't make that second pass you into regrets.
She had died, I just never told her. So still, we walk, eat and sleep together, in fear one day she'll come to realize it.
I heard death had a name, but I forgot what it was.
The only fear that builds character, is the fear of God.
The beauty on the inside, will determine the ugly on the outside.
A rose, isn't quite as beautiful as it once was, when after its thorn pricks you.
It's not love at first sight, it's having the sight, to distinguish true love, from just mere beauty.
If I was your mirror, you would look for me more, than you do me.
The beauty in the outer world can only be seen, when one stops focusing on the negativity in their inner world.
We are soon approaching a refined holiday, "Merry Mas," where Christ will be taken out of its context.
Silent as a flower, her face fell in dismay, aware that the ghost of lust ate and left, sensing that there was a different scent of perfume consuming the room, and that she had numbered and counted the he loves me, he loves me not of each petal, where the lifeless dust had settle.
Most people give up finding their soul mate, and settle down to just having a flesh mate.