So apparently I suck at updating this thing.

Writing can be such a chore sometimes...it's like you've got these thoughts ready to spill forth at any given moment but when you try to release them willingly they refuse to manifest. With me writing is really hit or miss. Sometimes I'll feel like I'm fuckin shakespeare, writing away frantically, struggling to keep up with the pace of my thoughts and jot down as many words down as I can. Other days I feel like a rock would have more to say than I do.

Writers are a fickle bunch. They exploit their emotions, exposing their thoughts for the whole world to poke and prod at. I used to love poetry, but you can't love a whore. We're on a 'break'.

Poetry was once so highly respected. In Ancient Rome, Philosophers and Poets were seen as the single most important members of society; for the republic relied upon those intellectually inclined to make their decisions. Funny how 'democracy' is supposedly modeled after Plato's republic. I wonder what Plato's views on Bush's war on terror would be. Surely he's rolling in his grave.

Poetry has been reduced to a commodity in this modern day and age ; when the average person thinks of a "poem", they think of the trite garbage that Hallmark squanders on the daily I wouldn't dare label anything found on a Hallmark card as "poetry". It's cheese, nothing more nothing less. It's sad really, people actually respected poetry at one point. Surely theres still great poetry out there, but the majority of stuff I read nowadays has no soul, no heart in its, its made to sound a certain way and appeal to a certain audience in order to make sales. It's become a commodity, plain and simple.

It will take a new generation of writers who recognize the potential of the spoken word to restore poetry to its rightful, noble place; a generation of writers who see poetry as more than just a gimmick. Until then, we'd better pray Hallmark doesn't pounce on this new holiday "family day". The potential for copious amounts of cheese is unprecendented.