#poetry

"The Road to Poetry Hell [10w] The road to poetry hell is likepaved with similes."

"What is God? (60) [10w] God's always the correct answer once you rephrase the question."

"Where do the words gowhen we have said them?"

"Pond(er) This [10w] Nobody wants to be:'Big fish in a little pond."

"The Downside of Stuff {Couplet) I got what I want;I have what I need.But they want what I have,and they'll make me bleed."

"The Poet's Mind In so many ways I walk ablaze in a maze,my eyes in a glaze, my mind in a daze,this poem's just a phrase in the latency phase,rephrase, rephrase, rephrase..."

"Coffee Wisdom [2] For a real manthe only thing better than the scent of pussyis the smell of freshly ground coffee."

"Let our scars fall in love."

"Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color."

"Charity [10w] Contentment over your life is the best aphrodisiac for charity."

"A tough life needs a tough language—and that is what poetry is. That is what literature offers—a language powerful enough to say how it is."

"HarlemWhat happens to a dream deferred?Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet?Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.Or does it explode?"

"From the Slobodan Milošević interview during the the Hague Tribunal : 'What are your hobbies?' [10w] "I enjoy gardening because weeding reminds me of ethnic cleansing."

"To write poetry and to commit suicide, apparently so contradictory, had really been the same, attempts at escape."

"If you are of the opinion that the contemplation of suicide is sufficient evidence of a poetic nature, do not forget that actions speak louder than words."

"Wretched [10w] Intelligence without compassion is an invitation to a wretched life."

"A Matter of Perspective I see rain dancing on the stage of the pond.Fish see heaven throwing a thousand kisses.My wife see a drizzle of olive oil on a pot of spaghetti. The scientist sees condensation and precipitation.The rain sees reincarnation.A poet see them all in permutation."

"Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despairRise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more."

"I'll Die For Your Sins If You Live For mine."

"Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them."