Harley King

“Too often our visions of the futureare dull and impotentlike a hammer beating the water.”

“Memory is a sly devil that pretends to wear the cloak of truth, but deceives us both in our youth and our age.”

“All things old become new again. In my youth the athletes had crew cuts and the hippies had long hair. Now the athletes have long hair and the hippies are bald.”

“Over time our tears will help heal the pain and soothe the hurt.”

“May your dreams be larger than mountains and may you have the courage to scale their summits.”

“Tomorrow is a memory best forgotten.”

“Many of the poets writing today are hung up on language and symbolism. If the poem does not have depth of meaning or fit a certain academic styles and standards, then it is not poetry. Poetry should relate to the man on the street who has to work for a living. Until poetry connects with the working man, it’s not going to sell; it’s not going to be of value.”

“Celebrate the gift of memory.”

“One must give himself completely to his art and not hold back. Throw caution to the wind. Embrace the muse. Make love to your art.”

“Writing poetry is about learning to pare down the poem to the most essential words. Every word used has to be crucial to the poem.”

“Laughter is a gift for lovers.”

“May your dreams be gifts from the gods and may you open them with excitement and pleasure.”

“Sometimes we live too much in the past,remembering what we wished had happened.”

“If I woke up one morning and realized that all I ever was going to be was a business man, I'd probably die. All my dreams would be shattered. Early in life I had many dreams. I dreamed of being a great basketball star. I dreamed of being a preacher. I dreamed of saving the world from war and racism. And I dreamed of being a great poet. Today, I dream only of writing.”

“Sometimes memory is the only gift we give ourselves and the only hope we have of finding our way home.”

“The pain we cause will haunt our memories and eat at our souls. I do not seek forgiveness, only the emptiness of death.”

“My dream stood in the way of appreciating what I did have.”

“Life often is a bucket of water sitting on a farmer’s porch. Our choice is in the drinking.”

“Nothing stays the same and nothing changes. What is old today will be new tomorrow. What is new today will be forgotten tomorrow.”

“I feel the healinghands of Godtouch my heartand kiss my soul.”