Poetry

We may live without poetry, music and art; We may live without conscience and live without heart; We may live without friends; we may live without books; But civilized man can not live without cooks. He may live without books,—what is knowledge but grieving? He may live without hope—what is hope but deceiving? He may live without love,—what is passion but pining? But where is the man that can live without dining? Edward Robert, Earl of Lytton (Owen Meredith) Bulwer-Lytton (1831-1891) Poetry is all I have, It is not my own thing. As you know, You all are here, Because you like to read and write poetry. Poetry is all I have. It's in my daydreams It's in my night dreams It is my life. Poetry is all I am. It is the window to my soul. It is the door to my heart. It is me. Poetry is all I want to be. I don't want to change. No matter how screwed up I am, I want my life, and my friends to stay the same. Poetry is all I want to do. I want to write, forever. I hope I never stop. No matter what I do for a living, I shall never stop the writing. Poetry is all I love. I finally know what I love. I shall never love anyone. I will always love the beauty of a poem. Written February 1st, 2002 © on Feb 01 2002 08:12 AM PST   18 • 0 • 8