What is this cyclic sequence of events spilling blood of innocence and driving it’s victims to cynicism? A cataclysm of twice dealt circumstance that perforates the lining of your sanity and forces you into the big bad world. Forget those who seek you, they seek but solace from the twists of their own mind. Nobody can save them from themselves, just as nobody can save you.
Watch where you tread Where you tread watch carefully But take more bold steps And take less steps fearfully
Howl part I by Allen Ginsberg
I was reminded of this poem by Allen Ginsberg today by someone I follow on here. Widely regarded as the pinnacle of Beat Generation poetry. An amazing read… Howl For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the...