Poems from ErinPlaysKeytar
I'm thoroughly convinced that I belong to the Beat Generation. Allen Ginsberg paints my soul, while Kerouac feeds my never ending hunger for adventure on the road. Poetry is my outlet, and where I let the cluttered thoughts in my mind thrive.
Clear your mind.
Open your heart.
Let your soul loose.
Breathe in, breathe out.
You are here. You are present.
You've never been more...
The black beast howls
Steam rises from his nostrils
Would you like some tea?
My spirit is joy.
The universe is my friend.
My soul is at peace.