In Order To Write Poetry, You Must

Traveler, There Is No Path, The Path Must Be Forged As You Walk.

Hell Is The Bloodcurdling Mansion Of Time, In Whose Profoundest Circle Satan Himself Waits, Winding A Gargantuan Watch In His Hand.

No One Can Shed Light On Vices He Does Not Have Or Afflictions He Has Ever Experienced.

Avoid Pulpits, Platforms, Stages And Pedestals. Keep To The Hard Ground. It Is The Only Way You Can Judge Your Approximate Status As A Man.

The Absence Of Vices Adds So Little To The Sum Of One's Virtues.