the beginning
precious circles
~ of ~
poisioned beauty
- covering -
masks
of
darkness
with
shapes
of
time
endeavored
here
to
leave
our
fear
to
--------rise
-------------- above
and
leave
behind
the
demons
of
our
mind ~
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.
planetmind’s Poems (4)
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| more of the end | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| beyond forever | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| the beginning | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| moments of connections | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
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