Raging Heart
a raging tempest in a box.. my heart finds no rest in platitudes.. where is the hand of the sword..the meters justice in truth..not in the weigh of gold
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.
dwfuller’s Poems (8)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| He was all twitch and shiver | 0 | 08/31/2009 |
| I rode the Train | 0 | 08/31/2009 |
| Conversation with the night | 0 | 07/28/2009 |
| Forgive | 1 | 06/29/2009 |
| Raging Heart | 0 | 06/29/2009 |
| Embedded | 0 | 06/18/2009 |
| Selfish Delight | 0 | 06/18/2009 |
| A Single Breath | 0 | 06/18/2009 |
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