the fire inside

[saw]

deep in the bowels of the mind
that longs to shriek
is a wee burning light
small but ablaze in the corner
of latent dreams
a razor flame of surrealism
the little known bluefire
crystals of poetry,
an absolute freedom
that has forever ached
in all men and women that hope
to shatter the self-imposed manacles
that keep their most private passions
chained to the throbbing inner walls
like thirsty mute prisoners
poetry, poetry, poetry
that uncovers the clotted veins
stirs the circulation of blood,
poetry, poetry,
poetry that trumpets
the dusty tunes of primitive art

[justwalt]

deep in the bowels of the mind
that longs to shriek

can't help to think... brain fart...

sounds like the last 3 months of my life

[dadio]

Bukowski & I love this poem.

[justwalt]

I do honestly like this piece,
hope my first comment didn't
sound discouraging... it wasn't
meant to be

[saw]

thanx walt, no I did not think that all......appreciate the feedback