When in doubt, smile, put your best rags on, and eloquently tell a stranger a truth.

TakeStandFirmSteps.

Remember this - http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/48908/
and remember that you were simply saying that the 'I' is in front of your right hand, reached by
your middle finger. It's the way you were taught.

But remember that you immediately recognized the other implications of it, and worked on it then, hard.

And that it is good.

Remember all this and then remember that the poem you intended to write started with the letter 'I', and
that is what started you off on this poem. Remember that you had no idea what you would write.

Remember that it came quick, and you knew, and laughed, over a good poem.

Remember that you thought it important to put a space between 'key' and 'stroke'.

Remember how long you worked on this.

Remember how you were talking only to yourself.

Remember how much better it became.

See how good it is now?

The 'I've had a harder day than you' syndrome.

First day, bingo. Thursday, computer. Friday, zoo. Monday, market. Tuesday, wood alone. Saturday, grill. Sunday, boot sale.

I can't take a step without thinking what I have to do with it.

A losing battle is no reason not to put up a good fight.

If you are like me, then your problem is in trying, thinking, believing, that you are like everyone else.

Find and fall in love with someone who loves little things.

Mantra 2

justbringmesmallgoodadvances

Art is something an artist needs to exhaust. So they can move on.
In order to move on.

Marijuana can be good for some older people.

"'At a pinch, it is easy enough to choose between but and and. It already becomes more difficult to opt for and or then. The difficulty grows with then and afterwards. But what is surely hardest of all is to decide whether one should put and or not.'" -Camus

Forgive those people whose atoms temporarily come together in this life to make awkward, clumsy, bestial beasts; and remember that there is a place where we are all more suited.

There are no sacrifices after birth.

The first thing that you want to 'be' is admirable. The last thing that you want to be, that's the real nut.

Be busy at being determined to find out what you already know.

People always talkin' bout freedom. Freedom like it's a big idea. Freedom is to sleep when your tired and eat when you're hungry. Ain't no tax breaks gonna give you that.

Generations to come are here. And they don't know that you were thinking about them.

There is no way for the mind to be free and clear if the body is not limber.

Of course I am a stranger, on such a sea as this,
all we know comes out our mouths.
And exhales us off to distance.

It is fall, autumn here in the uk, and now the hostas are, after feeding the snails, asleeping already anyway.

What is true is false a second later, ie: what happened only happened one time and for one moment, and a moment is a very short lived time indeed. So when people are talking about what someone did, said, or was; well, nobody knows the truth. Not even if you go back to the 'source', the proverbial 'horses mouth'. Truth exists continuously, instantaneously, and nevermore. Truth exists continuously nevermore.

Those who can not drink alone are usually bad company.

Preparation

I wash my hands,
they have the dirt of the day on them,
It goes down the drain,
I wash my hands a second time and they have the dirt of yesterday,
on them,
I sometimes, (normally) wash my hands a third time,
And wonder,
Where'd That dirt come from?

It's so beautiful you can't afford to live there.

What cows really do is not graze, but kiss the earth. Repeatedly.

You love what others can't see. Love is very personal. We can't get outside ourselves to look at ourselves, and a mirror holds very little information. When we are loved, we are loved for what we can't see about ourselves, and when you love, you love for what they can't see.
It would be nice to be able to explain it to them.

Look for Most Likely and you will approach Truth.

People collectively will their own world.

This is Poland.
And I'm quite sure
that the only thing
I have ever bought
in every country
I have ever visited
besides beer
is socks.

i was looking at the snailtrails in my hosta
and decided that is the way it should be
and thought of those broadleaf trees in tobago
that had a least half of their leave eaten away
by some mysterious insect in neat but random ways
and remember thinking hard to see the symbiosism
in it at the time and decided that if half of that
leaf surface wasn't removed by the insect that when
strong winds came in from the atlantic that those
broad leaves would be stripped away or even break
some boughs and that the holes were like the slits
in a sail or a flag that keep it from being torn
to shreds in a violent wind and that the tree needed
the insect as much as the insect needed the tree
and there was symbiosis.
i was saddened that i had thrown two snails over
the high stone wall to get them away from the hosta
(which surely would have cracked
their shells when they hit the pavement but i hoped
wouldn't hurt the snails themselves) and decided
that i wouldn't ever spray my hosta or protect
it from snails again and enjoy the snailtrails
in the leaves that don't kill it.

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Woman staring down man gazing up.