#poetry

"Sharia Justice [10w] Sharia justice is a lynch mob masquerading as Allah's will."

"Cinco de Mayo [10w] What day do the dead party to celebrate the living?"

"Catalyst [10w] You're not lying if your lie helps engender the truth."

"Trickeries, Sophistries and Traps [10w] Life's great irony is that we, the trapped,set traps."

"Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.There is no happiness like mine.I have been eating poetry."

"We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon."

"You lethargic, waiting upon me,waiting for the fire and Iattendant upon you, shaken by your beautyShaken by your beauty Shaken."

"Darkness Darkness is a decision the light cannot dissuade."

"It was at that agethat poetry came in search of me."

"Listen to the Wisdom of Shakespeare 'To thine own self be true and fuck'em till they're back and blue."

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"If we surrenderedto earth's intelligencewe could rise up rooted, like trees."

"Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on TheeAnd I'll forgive Thy great big one on me."

"I grew up in a bookless house - my parents didn't read poetry, so if I hadn't had the chance to experience it at school I'd never have experienced it. But I loved English, and I was very lucky in that I had inspirational English teachers, Miss Scriven and Mr. Walker, and they liked us to learn poems by heart, which I found I loved doing."

"Finally, I Know Who I Am You are what you eat.~ Ludwig Andreas FeuerbachWe become what we think about.~ Earl NightingaleI'm a Horny Pizza!"

"Where's Ralph Waldo Emerson When you Need Him? A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds;as opposed to bigger hobgoblins with bigger dicks, doing all sorts of ghoulish shit behind the Venetian blinds."

"Thorn [5w] Every thorn has its rose."

"Listen! If stars are litIt means there is someone who needs it,It means someone wants them to be,That someone deems those specks of spitMagnificent!"

"When I’m depressed, I read Caeiro — he’s my fresh air. I become very calm, content, faithful — yes, I find faith in God, and in the soul’s transcendent living smallness, after reading the poems by that ungodly anti-humanist who goes unsurpassed on earth."

"Lord, may the pain be ours, And the weakness that it brings, But at least give us the strength, Of not showing it to anyone!"