06-01-97

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  • Confusion

    06-01-97
    Feeling down feeling out What in the hell is this all about? Touching on this touching on that I keep my green eyes up under my hat Feeling some here feeling som there I start to wonder should I even care? Days of the old days of the new Do you ever feel so confused? I start to wonder whats happening next My next form of torture just one more test I try to tell myself again Waiting for one real true friend

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    HarverTomsson commented on 06-01-97

    08-08-2009

    You are one intense dude, dude. but you nailed one line, "I keep my green eyes up under my hat," I'll remember that for awhile, it's that good.
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    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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