Tick-tock Beat

Are you familiar with Edgar Alan Poes Poetry? If not, Start with his poem " THE BELLS" study his rhyming tecknique. and critiques.You learn how to build a house by studing carpentry teckniques. Then you use your imagination to develope your individual style.Remember! Never believe what you can achieve is unachievable. Our beliefs in our own limitations are usually our limitations.You are great. And you may write the greatest poem ever written, though the world may never read it.Make the stars your goal and Ill see you there.Barry....o..

Some suggestions on the creative prosses. When you offer suggestions the impression is given, that you sit on some high throne in the poetry world with all seeing eyes, and dispense your crumbs of wisdom, like a god to your devoted and hungry subjects of the poetry world. This is not the case when I do . I will tell you that I think my work is at preasant the poor and ragged begging of my quest to write the second most inflential poetry of all time. The first being the poems for music in the psalms of the old testament of the bible. That being said, we sit at the same table, and break the same bread. My hand will pass to you, and yours will pass to me, as brothers. No more -- no less. The proud and pompous will feed themselves the fat of their own gods and eat alone I will not sit at their table,nor savor their delicasies, for my place is with my own. You must master the poem, and that is to master yourself.You must step out of your self, and see yourself as you are in truth. Expand and grow. the subject of this poem is time and its relationship to life. Imagine you are in an invisable box. this is your definition of you and your life. So your poem is in a box. We are more than we imagine.Everything starts with an idea.You want to do a hand stand . I can't, I am old, I am sick ya da, ya da, ya da, on ad nuseum. Why do a hand stand. Am I crazy? To master your body and your mind.To learn to grow, to expand, to break out of the box we have come to believe is real, and is but a lie I have convinced myself of. What is time. ? what is life go there and come back with a poem that will live past the dust of time. Hug the dog for me,if he don't stink.Barry....o...