Money creates Waste.

Poetry, like all arts, just exists in people's mind, so one has to have it in the mind to see it. It's all a matter of the mind's perspective.
Since an early age, when I became a poet at 13, I've gone through stages regarding it. Thus, poetry and being a poet has been perceived by me as a necessity, a curse, a matter of survival, something that doesn't exist at all, and even craziness.

I guess that looking at the World and some of its wonders and sorrows one can be a poet seeing them and only being a poet you can really feel them.

Some words can cut your throat like a knife and shatter your heart like a hammer. That's why everyone should be careful and think well before speaking.

Little pleasures of life such as mixing oil paints, or mixing with your own hands flour with water and kneading the dough.

Giving people reality checks and mcgyvering out of tight situations, since 1981. wink emoticon

Everyone I ever met

I used to think you were all beautiful. I used to think you were all lovely.
Now I see that it was just like with everything else of which I had a poetic and idealistic view, just for the fact that I was much more innocent, much more naive and indeed a true poet of beauty.

It is a bit sad to realize the naked truth about all people, their selfish and worse side that is much more destructive and intense than the beauty side I once celebrated in poems.

Well, I guess now I can say I finally see you for who you are. And you are merely humans, full of defects and no will to be truly better.

When you're older the heart is no longer a lonely hunter, but a lonely mumbler.

Being alone and isolated is the best way to achieve clarity of thought and freedom of mind. 

There are two kinds of people in the world in terms of vision: the ones who think everything should be "an eye for an eye" and the others who believe that in that way everyone will end up blind.
Also in the first people, there's also the belief that in the land of blind a one eyed man is king, again showing its selfish and greed character.

As crazy as insomnia gets...

If every women's high heels would break at the same time in the whole world would everyone hear a loud noise?