Interior

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    In the midst of livin I went down and when night-fall calls I hear the sounds . the sizzle and the fizzle of the world goin round assaults my emotions and I want to be found kind and sharing what I find, like pieces of my mind
    I want to look with wonder at a cloud both my feet against the ground feelin hot from the sun and I'm meltin inside from wantin some when the air weighs a ton and seems to surround all my senses with a dare to care and excavate the rare, no matter where
    In the deep and the loud of a crowd I'm silent as I peek inside to find what cannot hide . a delicate slice of good and all the ways I could do what I should while the world spins round furious and fast and I miss the moment that passed like a lifetime drowned in the midst of livin, of sometimes givin it up to you

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    laurilang5 commented on Interior

    11-19-2009

    This was great! Would love to hear it read aloud, very passionate. Makes me think of New Orleans.. thank you!

    arfin09 commented on Interior

    02-28-2009

    loved this! the way you pull the readers pace faster and faster, and the rhythm shortens, like a train picking up speed. the moments we miss from lookin too hard.

    Phoenix9 commented on Interior

    02-23-2009

    very nice, good imagery

    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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