STATE OF GRACE

All of the shining mad ones
With their heresies of reality
And other visions and other voices
Are not diminished
By the multitude of choices
That is their truth
Upon each waking day

They are woken by the howl
From beyond the first ear
And into the deeper mind
Where there is other language
And blinding colours of emotion
For madness has the purity of pain
That martyrs can only long for

      By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[charlie]

I sense the faint lines of Kerouac & Ginsberg peeking out at you...

[Phil Roberts]

Ah well, I guess there's a piece of all we read in all we write : ) Thank you charlie

[charlie]

Yep. Sometimes it can't be helped. Ain't necessarily a bad thing, though.

[Phil Roberts]

True.........though, it's originality that we strive for.

[charlie]

It is. However deluded the pursuit...