allan

Forget what you heard, forget what you saw, forget what you think I am all about. Because this is me, raw, passionate....this is the guts, the moxy, this is the screaming poet in us all, waiting clawing it's way from your body. I cried for myself, but no more, I cried for you,and you, and you till tears shed no longer....let it go, the structure I mean....what you thought of your strength, your love, your attractive energy, your philosophy....burn it now forevermore piles upon piles of ashes strewn for us all. Stand in protest of your inner voice, smother your intuition....it's only passion that counts, all else is a frivilous jest laid out like an orgy of mixed signals....IT IS TIME TO REINVENT!! you say.....well so do i, for i just euthanized my soul.....i watched its struggle...than it died....and all i got was this lousy t-shirt.......


Imitation
by Edgar Allan Poe



A dark unfathom'd tide
Of interminable pride
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild, and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen.
Had I let them pass me by,
With a dreaming eye!
Let none of earth inherit
That vision on [of] my spirit;
Those thoughts I would controul,
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last
And that light time have past,
And my worldly rest hath gone
With a sight [sigh] as it pass'd on
I care not tho' it perish
With a thought I then did cherish