Poetry is a Waste of Time, a poem (believe it or not)

Poetry has become the cliche of all cliches. For most “poets” writing has become an act of masturbation, a way to kill some time. Anyone who dares to ramble about stupid shit like love or hope get’s thrown into the lion’s den. Anyone who appreciates the beauty of a river’s flow or the symphonies ofContinue reading “Poetry is a Waste of Time, a poem (believe it or not)”

The Teacher As Poet, a Poem (obviously)

The Teacher As Poet Content’s production, Ease of mind and constant rush, Narcotic ease, And still the voices don’t stop. Stagnation is a creative mind’s enemy, as is cowardice. We are our words, our letters and symbols. Intentions mean nothing when they fail, Yet success is still a subjective term. I am responsible for theContinue reading “The Teacher As Poet, a Poem (obviously)”