A climate in which belief may flourish
In the ardor of pursuit men soon forget the goal from which they start.
Votes should be weighed not counted.
I follow my heart, for I can trust it.
No emperor has the power to dictate to the heart.
Grace is the beauty of form under the influence of freedom.
There are occasions when the general belief of the people, even though it be groundless, works its effect as sure as truth itself.
I visited the Museum of Modern Art last spring and spent time with David Alfaro Siqueiros's painting, 'Echo of a Scream (1937). ' I got spun out by the way he creates tension and movement through the interlocking details in the painting. This poem began as an emulation of Siqueiros's compositional style and, in the process, became an ekphrastic aubade about my old neighborhood.
Do you not know that King Kong the first was just three foot six inches tall? He only came up to Faye Wray's belly button! If God could do the tricks that we can do he'd be a happy man!
A thousand words can't make the mark a single deed will leave.
Keep going don't worry about results. If you love it why does it matter?