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Journal Poetry Day...
i have decided to post a part of one of my favorite all time reads...

The latter part of Sunflower sutra by Allen Ginsberg

You were never no locomotive, Sunflower, you were a sunflower!

And you Locomotive, you are a locomotive, forget me not!

So I grabbed up the skeleton thick sunflower and stuck it at my side like a scepter,

and deliver my sermon to my soul, and Jack's soul too, and anyone who'll listen,

--We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all golden sunflowers inside, blessed by our own seed & hairy naked accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision.


and a part of one of my favorite modern day poets..

I want to melt into you arms,
bloody and beaten and worn out.
Loving the feeling of your gentle warmth all around me.
Basking in the glow of Nirvana.
Realizing ever so slowly, as a smile creeps across my face: that the only way to melt something, is to set it a blaze