Illusions because you see, they really are terrible. Also, I like the word illusion. ILLUSION! "The object of art is to stir the most divine and remote chords which make music in our soul. Man is hungry for beauty. There is a void. We spend our days looking for the secret of life. Well, the secret of life is in art." -Oscar Wilde "A poet is someone who is astonished by everything." -Anon.   Archives << current   More quotes: "Draw a crazy picture, Write a nutty poem, Sing a mumble-gumble song, Whistle through your comb. Do a loony-goony dance 'Cross the kitchen floor, Put something silly in the world That ain't been there before." -Shel Silverstein "The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep And miles to go before I sleep." -Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening "'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' -- that is all Ye know on Earth, and all ye need to know." -John Keats, Ode On A Grecian Urn "Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-- You are not wrong who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream." -Edgar Allan Poe, A Dream Within A Dream "You see things as they are and ask, 'Why?' I dream things as they never were and ask, 'Why not?'" -George Bernard Shaw "If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain." -Emily Dickinson "You shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you mad." -Aldous Huxley "Some authors should be paid by the quantity NOT written." -Anon. MORE AT SOME POINT...MAYBE :-)!

Illusions of Poetry   Saturday, March 16, 2002   Well Neil, I didn't lie. I just had a FARKING awful day. And I needed to let it out. I don't really 'like' this poem, but it makes me feel better.... Good title no? Stupid Floor, Stupid Boy I can't find the floor, I can't see the door, I'm lost in the clutter, I'll sit here and mutter, I cleaned out a tiny space, I'll sit here and stare at his face, My eyes brim with tears, But he never hears, I'll sit here and stare at his face, I cleaned out a tiny space, I'll sit here and mutter, I'm lost in the clutter, I can't see the door, All this, because I couldn't see the floor. 10:31 PM. Tuesday, March 12, 2002   er.....I do plan to post here more...I really do. Hey! I didn't put these two poems in my book. Drat... 6:19 PM.