Walk With Me
Ill minds and heartache go hand in hand,
Guiding troubled souls through tortured land.
Sorrow's your master now go do it's bidding,
If you cry every night, its not classed as sinning.
A white wash of salt tears can bleach dirty faces,
Whilst notes of sweet melodies fall in dark places.
Aid me this night and forever I'll fall,
At least I can say I did my best through it all.
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.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Roll On, Nightime. | 0 | 05/12/2010 |
| Scratch It Out, Start Again. | 0 | 05/12/2010 |
| Until You Understand | 0 | 05/12/2010 |
| High Stakes | 0 | 05/12/2010 |
| I Would, Would You? | 0 | 05/12/2010 |
| Drunken Truths | 0 | 05/12/2010 |
| Bile and Riot | 0 | 05/12/2010 |
| Break You | 0 | 04/04/2010 |
| The Latest Fall | 0 | 12/24/2009 |
| Venom | 0 | 12/24/2009 |
| Habits of a Lifetime | 0 | 12/24/2009 |
| Raise Your Glasses | 0 | 12/24/2009 |
| In Dark Sleeps and Starlight | 0 | 12/24/2009 |
| Getting my back up | 0 | 12/24/2009 |
| Next Time Around | 0 | 10/18/2009 |
| Walk With Me | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| Butterfly Stitches | 1 | 10/05/2009 |
| Rhythm | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| Starting to Cave | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| Run Me Ragged | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| Boat to the Shore | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| I've Got No Reply for You | 1 | 10/05/2009 |
| Box My Sin | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| Forsake Me | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| Fall Apart To A Lullaby | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| A Release of Sorts | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| Hide the Moon | 1 | 10/05/2009 |
| Where I've Always Been | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| I Can't Do It Again | 1 | 10/05/2009 |
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