The earth shifts beneath my feet

I feel the heart of the city streets

At the foot of my bed beauty sleeps

and beckons me to dream

a quiet voice inside my head

whispers words better left unsaid

so I rise in the darkness

and write them down instead

wisdom and chaos wrapped in pretty paper

emotions that flutter like butterflies

released from captivity to reach the skies

I am creativity tonight

Imagination illuminated by computer light

I wash myself of all unclean

kissing goodbye anything obscene

I unwind this tension that I feel

by writing the words and dare to peel

back the many layers of my psyche

until I am left with just the real me.

KEP 7/29/09

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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.

xntric’s Poems (41)

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Hello How are you? 2
TI Fey 0
Ma 2
Gifts from God 2
Calling out to God 1
Praise God 2
A New Day 2
Sentimental Grey 4
God's Promise 2
The man that hides 3
Tried and True 0
Silent prayers 2
Undying Love 3
Bitter Sun 3
In death we are reborn 2
Appreciation 3
Love and Light 2
Roller coaster 1
Release 0
Passing 0
Senses 2
Star Wader 2
The Pendulum 3
The dusty novel 1
Love's Kiss 3
Rain Day 0
Sweetest Dream 1
A Meeting in Heaven 3
The Planets are fighting!!! 1
Insomnia 1
In Dreams 3
Ghosts 3
Sun Catcher 2
The Gift 2
Splash 2
The Story of Me 6