Shorter than normal
night city lights
Nights City lights
I wonder as they rush by,
can they feel the watchful eye?
Keeping track of where they were,
writing all that cant be heard.
Lights guide them through the night ,
I am still shadowed by the light.
This City of Night holds me stranded
nowhere alone forever Branded
Lost time that can’t return
Bridges crossed too wet to burn.
Screams of passion fall unheard
Years go by yet still no word.
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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| As she lays sleeping | 2 | 09/29/2009 |
| A Fall Morning | 1 | 09/25/2009 |
| Why not | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| Good boys go to heaven | 1 | 09/24/2009 |
| Dreamer | 2 | 09/24/2009 |
| the feeder | 0 | 09/23/2009 |
| night city lights | 0 | 09/23/2009 |
| sunrirse and time stood still | 0 | 09/21/2009 |
| Pose of Friends | 0 | 09/21/2009 |
| Mountians Ring With Fog | 2 | 09/21/2009 |
| Again | 1 | 09/21/2009 |
| to buy a boat | 1 | 09/19/2009 |
| poets curse | 1 | 09/17/2009 |
| Birds#1 | 0 | 09/16/2009 |
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