WHAT STRANGE NEW WORLD

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    • sosmooth51
    • is walking on a bed of nails... behind fire..infront of me death..stay? or leap away?

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    ONE OF THE GREATEST POEMS IN THE HISTORY OF MANKIND

    WHAT STRANGE NEW WORLD

     I'M LOST IN MY GHOSTS SHADOW, AND WHEN I TRY TO LEAVE I FIND MYSELF TRAPPED IN HEAVENS NIGHT, ENTERING A WITCH'S DREAM. CRYING OUT CLOUDS AND LICKING THE SUN, I SWALLOW FIRE. 

    AS I WATCH MY BLOOD TURN TO DUST, I WITNESS THE DEATH OF A VIRGIN, AS SHE RESURRECTS HERSELF BECOMING A DEFACING ANGEL TRYING TO KILL GOD FOR HER INNOCENCE. I SIT HERE IN THE DARK TALKING TO A FRIEND WHO CONSIDERS HIMSELF SATAN....... I CONSIDER HIM, ME.

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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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