The Crazy Train
Crazy images of pain and death pass through my head
People dance throught the room
A carnival of souls
Short bursts of insanity spark through my body
She holds me tight
A profound sense of wonder
This dream is full of exceptional experiences
Unending suprises
Nothing is what it seems
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 |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Long lost child | 0 | 07/09/2009 |
| I will take you | 0 | 07/09/2009 |
| Clinical Depression, Uncontrolable confusion | 0 | 07/09/2009 |
| Day in, Day out, death and happiness, heaven or hell | 0 | 07/09/2009 |
| What does it take? | 1 | 07/09/2009 |
| The Crazy Train | 0 | 07/09/2009 |
| Let me out | 1 | 07/09/2009 |
| Lost in my subconcious | 1 | 07/08/2009 |
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