The Devil is a gardener He'll plow your field and Lay it thick with sweet loam. He'll fertilize your thoughts With dreams of a flower jungle.
By N.Zbornak6 years ago in Poets
I slept with a sailor seven nights in my bed and the last night I dreamt I kept stepping off the dock. I felt a rush of fear as the sea enveloped me, but when I opened my eyes the water was clear. I could see green algae covered posts.
Ma I wanna be a poet But I don't wanna be like Dad I ripped up all the writing I'd done Cuz you said he was famous for journaling
America Written and read By Allen Ginsberg The YouTube version, you know The crowd laughs uproariously Is it meant to be funny?
My mother is an artist, my father a musician; ah but I wanted to be "successful" It's important for someone who can win the game to say it's all bullshit, a lady told Gloria Steinem.