What it means to write Poetry

Remeber, dismember; suspense diss December; 

Umber lies Babylon in Crescent Moon, somber 

un its decadent loom, as the pretentious heriloom 

of Amber on the Rocks booned fragrance in the 

heat of One Ray from the North Star, dismayed -- 

praying on November and Lauderday. I boned 

the cheeky devil, who rain-checked my good faith! 

I returned the favour and playmated its harem as 

seconds... Nothing betters, than punishing twice; 

for draws and even scores suck. 

As I still, the gambler, amiss of Myself; felled 

by the Timber -- Poetry!! 

When you start writing Poetry, don't think of yourself as a Poet! While you are that, its also a judgment call, others need verify, after you done your bidding. It can happen in hindsight, while you need to be in the Zone at Present... For your Divine Virtuous Future, has yet to be created and the Bear needs to be hunted down -- still some are already trading with Bear hides, calling themselves a Poet! Let somebody else do it. 

A Poet, is like Bobby Fischer in "Pawn Sacrifice" -- love this Movie and this Superman. This Man knew, then you wanna defeat the Russians, you have to think like one -- then you're insulted by anything -- and Bobby had a lot of issues -- you punch them in the face, for you don't have problems, you solve them!! Russians only speak strength not weakness (I hope people wont toss Dostojevsky; Puškin and Tõnjanov to the stake, like happened to Henrik Ibsen, whos books there tossed back into his garden, because he attended the Nazi rally in Germany, like the good quisling he was, which none his contemporaries could forgive. I just hope the same wont happen to the Russian authors, after mother Russia looses the war in Ukraine, which he shall...) so if you want their respect, fuck all their daughters +1 as the anectote goes everybody knows. The same is about writing Poetry. 

Give yourself time and don't expect to write the next "Birth of Tragedy" or "Paradise Lost". Nobody started on Boss difficulty and level, unless you wanna ruin your experience. Fucking up is a necessity, like learning to walk; stumbling and falling. You want to learn Poetry, not cry in your pillow...  You write... and it's shit! People didn't like it, you didn't like it, you can do better. You accept it and you move on, you try again. And again. And again. You become like the brimstone -- and there are a bunch others there that came from -- impervious to flame for a literal volcano just spat you out!! 

Pain dost exist for a Poet! Pity dost exist for a Poet! Hunger and Fatigue dost exist for a Poet!! Whenever you open or close your eyes, you eat; shit and fuck; sleep Poetry... 

There others see Blonds; Browns and Brünettes -- You shall seethe the Code of the Matrix hidden away. If you can't Will Hunting yourself, like the Solitary Individual, Zarathustra was to Nietzsche, the fuck you are giving your nice try, better give up already, if you have to halfass it like that! I thought you there Fucking Serious Sam -- as in "I just fucked Mary Jane Watson pregnant, and Peter Parker was watching, forgetting he was Spiderman!!" when wanting to become The Poet! 

There shall be no respect, then none are given towards your Heroes Journey, and becoming a Poet is one... You are the Holy Fool, who walks on mountaintops, while there is only cold air to step on to reach them; but your feet can almost touch it on the Event Horizon! Its you and the Tabula Rasa or empty screen of your monitor. Who's gonna defeat whom? You just write and let the people bark their moral judgment, you just walk your path, and you keep walking. NO EXCUSES! Either you are or you are not; you do or you do not. Just like Yoda told Luke Skywalker. While you keep trying, you always need to remember that dichotomy! You shoot the Moon, and aim to reach that mark, not give up and blink your eyes: "Well, what did you expect, it was impossible..." You don't do it for Heaven and Mercy, oh no, you do it here and now, because you are your own Personal Jesus and motherfucking Heaven with the Redeeming Voice asking people in!! You do it for Yourself, like Gaara invading Konohagakure, for there is nothing else to Love than Myself and Poetry! No Friends; No Family -- Just You and Poetry -- The Things you came to say and be -- Your Agenda!! That is, what it means to be a Poet. Class dismissed.