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Bad PoetryMost of this poetry was written before the age of eighteen and bears the unmistakable stench of adolescence. I thought it might be fun to post anyway. Some of these poems are just unfinished fragments. BRoets I admire include Walt Whitman, Stephen Crane, Ezra Pound, Jim Morrison, Emily Dickinson Carl Sandburg, W.H. Auden, E.A. Robinson and e. e. cummings Anti War100 toy soldier, their cast from one mold They all say "Yes Sir", and do what they are told. They won the wars, but ... Where went their soul. Insanityhe killed in passion she talks to walls It has two psyche, two id LOCK THEM UP PUT THEM AWAY Insanity Night Marea knight of dreams; beckons me to sleep, whinnies first; and then it screams! - an equine scream I wandered in the dark Like a corpse in an ancient stream I asked; and again, I asked; Where are my feet? the poetry of the deep is but the murky realization of thought; lost, forever in sleep. The Winddoes the wind know which way to blow and how does a storm cloud relate to its o'er zealous mate I live in a land of fallen, falling stars, shining brightly then, dimly glimmering, now forgotten. There are no rising stars, no golden ages, no perfect planes, no dominant races. The sun has set and darkness descends like ebony lightning, fallen ,falling. The well spring of all life is near to the gate and close to the river Psychedeliamystic - misfit moccasin people chanting - chanting saffron prayers gods of dust and dirt, then dusk closes in and twilight fades
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