#poetry

"Ars Poetica: Dovetailing Collage [10w] Poems should be a dovetailing collage not a linear cohesion."

"you can take this mouththis wound you wantbut you can't kissand make itbetter."

"Becoming [10w] We're a becoming whose final shape is unknown to all."

"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.' —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Od' und leer das Meer."

"Tapestry [10w] Life's a tapestry of mystery and miracles quilted by God."

"Wise wretch! with pleasures too refined to please,With too much spirit to be e'er at ease,With too much quickness ever to be taught,With too much thinking to have common thought:You purchase pain with all that joy can give,And die of nothing but a rage to live."

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"Poetry is what happens when nothing else can."

"Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries."

"A-New-Year's-a-Comin' [10w] A new year is coming!Let's all make new mistakes!"

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

"Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book nor from tongue. If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart."

"Time [10w] {Couplet} Can there be more callous crimethan unkindly killing time?"

"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"

"Poets Hate Poets [10w] Poets hate poets who are more talented than they are."

"In and Out [10w] Our infant blanket in the externalization of our mother's womb.ღ ♛ ღ ♛ ღ ♛ ღ ♛ ღ Intruth, we should be married under,sling our newborn babiesinand after deathbe shrouded in the same infant blanketwe were taken home from the hospital in."

"[Poetry] is the liquid voice that can wear through stone."

"O, it's die we must, but it's live we can, And the marvel of earth and sun Is all for the joy of woman and man And the longing that makes them one."

"You know how this is:if I lookat the crystal moon, at the red branchof the slow autumn at my window,if I touchnear the firethe impalpable ashor the wrinkled body of the log,everything carries me to you,as if everything that exists,aromas, light, metals,were little boatsthat sailtoward those isles of yours that wait for me."

"Maintaining the Distance between Wealth and Poverty [10w] The nouveau riche are far more ruthlessthan the rich."