#poetry

"It is time to float on the waters of the night. Time to wrap my arms around this book and press it to my chest, life preserver in a sea of unremarkable men and women, anonymous faces on the street, a hundred thousand unalphabetized things, a million forgotten hours."

"You’re not a bad person, you’re just a little bit different and I’m a sucker for that."

"Loneliness [10w] Loneliness is GPS equipped new Mercedeswith nowhere to go.****************"

"A poet's mission is to make words do more work than they normally do, to make them work on more than one level."

"Money vs. Happiness [10w] Why do people with money say,'money can't buy happiness'?"

"Seafood My body's just a shell,the world is my oyster ~and I'm getting a whale of appetiteright now for some delicious seafood ."

"It's important to have your private enjoyments because sometimes that's all we have."

"Till Death Do You Part [10w] Marriage will indeed change people ~for better or for worse."

"In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago."

"Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest."

"i found god in myselfand i loved heri loved her fiercely"

"Haiku is not a shriek, a howl, a sigh, or a yawn; rather, it is the deep breath of life."

"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."

"Let's get physical, physical [10w] All physical contact is meaningful,even if meaningful means sleazy."

"Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends."

"History is a hermaphrodite with many distinguished lovers. We are neither mysteries nor strangers but the living breath of revelation made flesh by the unrestrained desires of a free and universal love. Universal me. Universal you.”--from Past Present and Future are One"

"Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread."

"There is no poetry where there are no mistakes."

"I saw my face todayAnd it looked older,Without the warmth of wisdomOr the softnessBorn of pain and waiting.The dreams were gone from my eyes,Hope lost in hollownessOn my cheeks,A finger of deathPulling at my jaws.So I did my push-upsAnd wondered if I'd ever find you,To see my faceWith friendlier eyes than mine."

"Transubstantiation [10w] Transubstantiate digression into confessionand drink from poetry's Holy Grail."