#poetry

"What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life."

"He drove his mind into the abyss where poetry is written."

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

"Our love will blend together like turquoise is blue and green. There’s no depression or envy when both blur into one."

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

"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."

"The night is still waiting."

"You might as well ask an artist to explain his art, or ask a poet to explain his poem. It defeats the purpose. The meaning is only clear thorough the search."

"The Game Is Afoot God's buried eight jewels within my soul.Life's game is,'Remove each gem, yet find me whole.'The clue is,"Eight is one, and one is eight,no jewel's more precious,all equally great."

"Lotto If I won a million bucks in Lotto,I'd give it to Charity.Charity gives great head."

"I regret to say I'munable to reply to your unexpressed desires."

"Lubbock, Texas Haiku Oil wells, Hub of the Plains.Stinks like an armpit."

"younot wanting mewasthe beginning of mewanting myselfthank you"

"I watched the spinning stars, grateful, sad and proud, as only a man who has outlived his destiny and realizes he might yet forge himself another, can be."

"What happens when you trip China's Premier Li Keqiang on a banana peel? Your wind up with an even more slippery slope."

"Poetry in a Bottle [10w] If you could bottle poetry you'd have one addictive drink."

"Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you."

"The scent of honeysuckle on a Florida spring night always reminds me of her. The memories of us bloom yellow in my mind."

"The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things."

"My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares, And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest, Where can we finde two better hemispheares Without sharpe North, without declining West? What ever dyes, was not mixt equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die."