Do not read poetry.

Poetry hurts, penetrates into the inner self and remains there forever.
Better yet, do not read any kind of books.
Therein lies the knowledge of all worlds and who would ever bear this
burden?
Reject poems the moment you start feeling them.
Poems are cruel and contain all of sorrow of the world between the lines.
There is a reason why tyrants burnt books
And why today good books are but rare relics of the past.
Under no circumstances should you let your soul be enlightened with the music
of words
For these melodies are far too loud for your comprehension of harmony.
These are evangelic choirs and dark symphonies of demons,
They disturb the well-trodden roads of your sense of hearing.
What are poets exactly?
Poets are I claim contently whores,
They give themselves unconditionally to everyone.
They offer themselves like street hookers, whether you read them or not, they
will wait at the corner.
In poetry lies the blissfulness of Heaven, as do the sempiternal fires of Hell
And is there anyone willing to take the risk nowadays?
All stand equal before it, both people of faith and those who turned their backs
on it, both women and men,
It is both an attack and a defense.
It does not hold any hypocrisy, verses cannot pretend.
Those who believe that a poem is the author's person's manifest
They are nothing but goddamned peeping Toms.
Poems are first-class opium to those who truly enjoy in them,
Their mind is seriously influenced by a single proper usage of it.
(Prose does not fall behind, but poetry did leave more casualties.)
Never let yourself fall in love with a poet.
The one who offers poems to people is unhappy,
Beware of that kind of people; they see everything in your eyes.
As they write, they fervently, almost desperately hope someone will accept their
final product,
Poets are stray dogs in the shadows of the city and in the wideness of nature.
Do not take them seriously, not for a moment,
They are not from our time; they either come from the past or from the future,
The present they do not comprehend. Should they learn how to,
A maelstrom will come to exist and they will drag you into it in the blink of an
eye.

Beware of the people who see the reflection of everything in Nothingness,

Who see an ancient history ornament in a carpet patchwork,
Who talk a tad differently they learned these phrases from books,
Those Pandoras boxes you need to keep away from.
One cannot find perspective in poems, there is no future there, no right way of
living;
Poets coat of arms is Love, their flag Beauty;
In their souls hide deserts and rain forests;
They are the carriers of the Writing Addiction; the cure is in the verses.
If you once find yourself in a poets verse, read nothing more
It means you understand that order of letters.
It means the author of the words that struck the cord
Dragged you to the depths of the life that is unknown and too demanding.
For enchantment and dread are required of wordsmiths,
They are compelled to linger with Inspiration owing to their fear of her
abandon;
They are destined to tirelessly observe a million worlds,
As reality waits for them, warning them every second.
They stand firm on the ground, but their head is in the fog of the universe.
Contradiction and control over shading unrest is expected in their every verse.
They get lost in their eerie world that is enslaved by a greater cause,
They cannot talk trivially.
They are bad company of passionate points of view,
One loved by a poet is loved forevermore.
As I already said, do not let yourself hear them
Let alone participate in their psychological treacheries,
Verses confuse your souls, paralyze your reason,
Nothing is black and white, everything is every color,
They are prone to hesitancy except when they sit down to write.
Isnt it enough to know they sometimes destroy their own work?
Self-destruction is a middle name to each one of them,
And they are deranged enough to write about it and take pride in it.
They love the smell of a tame book and obscure wild regions,
They dream when theyre awake. Who can stand that kind of people?
So do not read poems, for this hurts them most,
It pains them that people cannot see all those poetic artistries.
They are a part of everything, they do not belong to anything, and their leader is
the Universe.
Poems hold Truth and who could possibly bear such burden?
In a world such as this, life must not be made any more unbearable.

And to conclude poets are a suspicious kind of love, and their children are
their poems.