yearninng to escape

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    yearninng to escape

     I ride a bus home every day thinking of how I want to wander away
    the mountains call me come to us they say come live again in this forest
    dance with the moon run and fight with the shadows of night
    dream of our silver shining trees and feel the wind blow through our leaves
    oh listen our son the rhythm of one the song of all
    the fight for life in a shadowy dell

    a circle of rocks where none dare tread
    the fairies lay sleeping till the twilight hours wake them from their bed
    so come oh child come to us now rest your head all will be well
    so lay quiet and drift to sleep let reality dispel.

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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.

    Tatsukaza’s Poems (15)

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    yearninng to escape 0 08/19/2013
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    fall 0 07/30/2010
    The questions of a forgotten child 2 07/30/2010
    To Disappear 0 07/30/2010
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    not sure 5 06/22/2009
    battle prayer 3 03/30/2009
    poem 6 03/30/2009
    introspection 2 06/22/2009
    whats happening to me 1 06/22/2009
    what leads me 2 06/22/2009
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