I will not stop singing
the Muses who set me dancing.

In a world filled with poets, it was always you. You are my pen, my paper, my written word.

I am not a poet, I am a poem!

Ten thousand men possess ten thousand hopes. A few bear fruit in happiness; the others go awry. But he who garners day by day the good life, he is happiest.

Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were

The struggling poet and writer
dreams again
of standing on stage
and reading his lines
once again...