shine up your soul

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    shine up your soul

    shine up your soul
    then maybe I'll relieve you
    tell me the distinction
    between what you are and what you do?
    meet me between Babylon and Alexandria
    find the hidden knowledge on the other side of the dimly glowing rainbow
    shout it out loud, sing it, whisper it,
    plant it with the seeds of turning at the crossroads
    and let it grow.

    shine up your soul,
    bring me the white flower
    that thrust itself, struggling,
    from the dry sand, the cracked earth,
    that was watered by the blood of the innocent,
    but maintained its purity through the blazing sun
    and the skies that refused to open.

    shine up your soul,
    meet me between Memphis and New Orleans
    wrap yourself around the guitar strings
    of those who are most faithful to their song
    throw your mind into their crying praise
    and look through their blind eyes
    that you may see again.

    shine up your soul,
    tell me so I can tell you
    whether you are right or not
    and if it matters at all
    bring me your dreams that realized themselves in monochrome
    and never really understood exactly how color worked,
    or why the sun rises
    or when the night falls
    but they were waiting for you to ask a question
    they were just waiting to be whole
    and they're still waiting for you to shine up your soul.

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    ApatheticFish commented on shine up your soul

    05-26-2009

    Love it. This is excellent work. I also like how it looks on the page - it's very shapely. Would you mind if I sent you a friend request? Well, I'm sending one anyway, but feel free to ignore it.

    emopoetx6x commented on shine up your soul

    05-03-2009

    so i cried when i read this. because it was so good. this is officially my favorite.

    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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