tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11289047.post8606911481188681654..comments2020-03-29T04:17:05.222-05:00Comments on There Goes the Top of My Head: Spontaneous PoetryKeith Badowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01658846554175807301noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11289047.post-10384539742077210882011-06-27T22:05:08.806-05:002011-06-27T22:05:08.806-05:00So it comes to me, at last
awakening slowly, the d...So it comes to me, at last<br />awakening slowly, the door bursts open<br /><br />No more will I question the intent<br />no more will I wonder why<br />My resolve is full, I have to try<br /><br />If I believe, it is true<br />If it is true, so then will I do<br />My heart beckons to break free<br />Free of the lowliness that is the rest of me<br /><br />Calm now, my mind subdued<br />Laying in the grass, a sea of stars<br />my simple interlude<br />Time slowed, then stopped<br />I cannot remember the hour<br />The words are on my lips<br />My soul is given the powerameanmac@yahoo.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11289047.post-38373436968398893822008-09-27T20:11:00.000-05:002008-09-27T20:11:00.000-05:00i love your idea. it reminds me of when i was in M...i love your idea. it reminds me of when i was in Minneapolis. i was drinking and homeless and broke but i would beg enough to drink and sometimes there would be some change leftover. i had a notebook full of writings and the public library had a typewriter room with 8 minutes on a typer for 25 cents. well, you cant rewrite in that time, and i was pissed... so i put notebook away and just banged some shit out. no more pretense or curliques. no more flowers and green pain. just someone doing what they could not help doing, and paying a quarter a poem to do so.keep it up. i dont like flowers in my poems but we all do what we got to.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com