Rage

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Wow Things happen really fast. I have not cared for anyone as much as three people in my life.

Rage

When it hits you'll know the taste/ We are not a logical race/ we loose grace/ Faces keep us sain/ Those who make us rain/ Whether the pain, the strain, the vain CONTEMPT!/ VENT!!!!!/ We must stay reliant to our own restraint/ PAINT! our own conception/ BREAK! our own convictions/ MAKE! our own deliverance/ DiSPERSE! our own discontinuence/ Keep providing Thee concept/ What reality do we live in?/ What reality do we live in?/ The choice of voice is our ploy/ Be coy, respectul with our plans/ Give in to "man"/ We as women or man/ Those who don't become contraband/PLAN!/ Rejoice to your own voice/ Make memories of our noise/ We do not speak vocals but choice!/Voice your plurals/Add to the verbs/End with a noun/ We are what makes things Sound.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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