paradox of fiction and fact
His genuine love leads me to him
His warm heart takes me home
He paints my life with colors so bright
my life which was black and white
all gray and blind spots and what not
they all become things of the past
I hold him and I hold him not
I got him and I got him not
Is it an oxymoron fiction or fact
Somebody pinch me; slap me hard
I am happy and I am sad
My mixed feeling took an emotional toll
Don’t know how to stablize my soul
This is for you DK
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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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| My dad, no one can fill your shoes | 1 | 01/03/2011 |
| The head and the heart in conflict | 1 | 12/22/2010 |
| Chasing happiness | 1 | 12/03/2010 |
| you are my religion | 0 | 11/30/2010 |
| I salute my eureka moment | 0 | 11/29/2010 |
| I love you is an understatment | 0 | 11/26/2010 |
| Does God have a religion? | 3 | 11/25/2010 |
| I took the late train | 2 | 11/24/2010 |
| losing the war | 2 | 11/23/2010 |
| beyond all boundaries | 0 | 11/23/2010 |
| paradox of fiction and fact | 0 | 11/23/2010 |
| better than a dream | 1 | 11/23/2010 |
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