Release

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Release

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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