At times like these being a poetic bitch is all I have to hold on to.

…Cody is furiously explaining to his little son Tim ‘Never let the right hand know what your left hand is doing’…Page 100.

In the beginning was the word, and primitive societies venerated poets second only to their leaders. A poet had the power to name and so to control; he was, literally, the living memory of a...

Souls of poets dead and gone, / What Elysium have ye known, / Happy field or mossy cavern, / Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? / Have ye tippled drink more fine / Than mine host’s...

A Coy Aversion…a fluttertoo shyto be seen…

Maybe there are three or four really good poets in a generation.

I think it better that at times like theseWe poets keep our mouths shut, for in truthWe have no gift to set a statesman right;He’s had enough of meddling who can pleaseA young girl in...

Almighty God created a dancer as a symbol of the reflection of artistry in motion.

Sword of Raks is a symbol of a dancer with creative empowerment

All that really matters isto feel alive, if only for a single moment –to feel in Intense Sensationthat our existence is not an endless repetitionof sleeping, eating, drinking, and dressing.

The mainspring of genius is curiosity.

Joys circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.

If I knew what to doI’d do more than write a song for you

There are no lungs like the ones that breathe poetry.

Earth is crammed with heaven, and every bush is aflame with the glory of God. But only those who see take of their shoes; the rest just pick the berries.

Every poet creates their own universe that looks more beautiful than reality.

It is the poet and philosopher who provide the community of objectives in which the artist participates. Their chief preoccupation, like the artist, is the expression in concrete form of their notions of reality. Like...

Sometimes I feel as if I am read before I write. When I write a poem about my mother, Palestinians think my mother is a symbol for Palestine. But I write as a poet, and...

as kids we counted on our fingers, as we grew up we started counting more on people, now what do you think was more disappointing?

…Feel no fear before the multitude of men, do not run in panic,but let each man bear his shield straight toward the fore-fighters,regarding his own life as hateful and holding the dark spirits of death...

God sent as a revelation the gift of dance so his creation may experience one of the divine pleasures of paradise.

All of us,’ he said, ‘have hopes of being poet, artist, discoverer, philospoher, scientist; of possessing the attributes of all these simultaneously. Few are permitted to achieve any of them in daily life. But in...

REQUIEM, n. A mass for the dead which the minor poets assure us the winds sing o’er the graves of their favorites. Sometimes, by way of providing a varied entertainment, they sing a dirge.

When a poet settled down to write a poem, could he foresee the lines he would write? Did his head constantly spin with riddles and rhymes and was his only job to put them down?...

A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer… He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.

Good or bad, positive or negative, there is no comment more insulting to a poet than one displaying that you have not properly read and considered the things they wrote.

It was about that time [415 BCE] that the poet Diagoras of Melos was proscribed for atheism, he having declared that the non-punishment of a certain act of iniquity proved that there were no gods....

That happens a lot with Shakespeare. The women go after what they want; the men wind up suckered into things.

Euphemisms chosen by fear are a covenant with hypocrisy and will immediately destroy the poem and eventually destroy the poet.

You spoke to her, in hidden dreams…and smiled at her through open doors. She felt your secret love surround her at times. And while alone she felt your breath, heartbeat and more… Serenity of hers...

…writers, like priests, should have compassion…and a sensitivity to pain…

Imperfection is my ticket, perfection is my pursuit

Dancers are the flag bearers of the artistic renaissance.

I may not be able to say these words to you but that doesn’t mean I can’t say it to the rest of the world. I’m not a poet. Nor do I try to be...

I do not write poetry; I take words and dip them in feelings.

I close my eyes to indulge and reminisce of a sunset that never existed.

That odd infallible sliding-like-crystal air on water that means day’s left dawn for morning.

Sudahkah kau minum puisimu hari ini?

In the hours waking,when we’re still all still,and you can hear the floorboards creaking,and you can feel the shades blow in,the night we slept with,we’ll never kiss like that again.Our lips, will sever, our memories,...

To decide to become a philosopher seemed as foolish to me as to decide to become a poet.

Too much is demanded by the critic, attempted by the poet.

Every writer should know their target. Aim for the heart ~ hit that and all which follows is sheer ecstasy.

I saw the spiders marching through the air,Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed dayIn latter August when the hayCame creaking to the barn. But whereThe wind is westerly,Where gnarled November makes the spiders flyInto...

Songs of myselfI am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I...

Today is half of Yesterday and Tomorrow, Choose Today to make Tomorrow

Poets, like whores, are only hated by each other

YOUR WORDS ARE MADE OF THE AIR I BREATHE.

You are a fantastic scheme of captivating ecstasy.

Because there are hundreds of different ways to say one thing, I, being a writer, songwriter, and poet, speak childishly and incoherently. In speech there is so much to decide in so little time.

The core of your true self is never lost. Let go of all the pretending and the becoming you’ve done just to belong.Curl up with your rawness and come home. You don’t have to find...