When someone steals your original ideas? Feel sorry for them.When someone steals your thunder or applause? Feel sorry for them.When someone doesn't support your dreams or work ? Feel sorry for them.But when someone steals your truth, your voice, your heart or your words?Feel truly sorry for themAnd then kick their ass. It's yours. Because you've been way too fucking polite.

What people dont know about you people create. Imagination is a part of being human. They fill in the unknowns with assumptions and not facts. Every man and woman is a mystery unrevealed.

Poetry in any language old or new is the voice us all. A reflection of humanity. Even perhaps a note, a prayer, a mantra or a sign to future generations telling them tomorrow holds what today has lost. Through these voices find yourself

WRITE.Manifest power in words.Write poetry.Name your own humanity.Ponder creation thru inner meaning.Find hidden voices in the universal consciousness of soul.Find yourself, and then return again.Poetry is the sacred religionOf both time & space older thanCivilization itself.Poetry is dead.Poetry is living.Poetry is everything.Poetry is a languageUnto itself that is understood.Poetry will never dieIt will still appear in placesLong after you are dustSo write.That’s all.That’s it.Write.

Screw the false notion of "politically correct".No matter what race, nationality, creed or color you are. If you are a real writer then you are writing in the real world. Write about it and stand up for yourself as well as other writers.

A poet if anything must be a poet and far more than just a writer of words. The poet is the storyteller, the shaman, the jester and the rogue. The poet lives in the world of language and imagination, love, death & obsession and yet still sees the universe in the smallest of everyday things that we merely take for granted.

The sonnet, a lyrical poem, the beauty and magic... convey with our hearts the truth of the universe in a single moment briefly.

Books measure time in both moments and years. We all grow old but the stories never will.

Sometimes it’s great, and sometimes it’s shit.These are the things all the great philosophersjust won’t tell you flat out about life. You keep moving, keep living, keep breathingAnd you keep writing-creating because that’s what you doAnd that’s who you are. There are no magical voices to guideYou except your own. Make it count.~ R.M. ENGELHARDT