when it is quiet
and you are listening
you can find your temple
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because poetry …
because poetry is influenced by life, and life is further influenced by poetry; events in our lives will indeed change the way we express the poetry, changing the life we live…
this reciprocal relationship is the recycle of life and art; we live the poetry and the poetry gives us new life.
the dying age of authenticity…
self-love polishes the authentic you, the desire to be an immitator destroys the true self. One cannot be real and fake at once, there is only real or fake, and then there is of course real-fake.
who we are…
the trials of our past refine us not define who we are; better to be humbled by the past, not stumbled by it.
why do I write poems…
Sometimes, I wonder why it is that I write poems, but then I am reminded of “why” when I read another’s poetry; I’m looking for beautifulness….
Truth is a path for one…
When you follow another in the search for the truth, at the end of that journey when the leader finds the treasure you will only be a witness to that discovery; for every person must find the truth for themselves in the same way each has entered the world—alone. Any truth shaped or organized is not truth at all, for it has been tailored for the purpose of control; both truth and lie hold equal power in the minds of men. Each who seeks the truth shall know it as the lonely heart seeks companionship, and it shall shine as bright as the sun in the darkest of nights.
fearlessness in poetry…
…poems are about freedom, which mean there is no room for that oppressor called fear: fear of acceptance, misunderstanding, fear of all that human uncertainty.
Forgiveness is for self…
…it is for the person who gives it; to give is to receive and to fore-give is to treat yourself before hurt rottens the heart.
the truthful poet…
because poetry is from the heart of the individual, the individual can be found in the perusal; if not, the writer has a slippery way with the heart…
there are no dishonest poems, there are only dishonest people; for this reason there is truth in every poem because the poets cannot help but to write the truth of who they are.
