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Lhea Love's Writings

Poem
Oct.14.2008
Unlike Ginsberg, I saw the best generations of my mind destroyed by madness starving, hysterical, naked loitering through the streets of Harlem, DC, Detroit searching for intelligence in abandon houses searching for the president of Columbia Presbeterian Hospital searching for the silent witnesses, the silent majority welcoming love-like suicide when expecting...
Poem
Oct.11.2008
This is for anyone who has ever been misunderstood. All I want to do,is write. [Whispers:] Is she crazy? Is she crazy? Is she crazy?[Whispers:] Is she crazy? Is she crazy? Is she crazy? A lot of people have been talk-ing.A lot of people have been ask-ing,Is she crazy? Is she crazy?Is she --- I sayI’m not half-crazy enough. I want to be crazy enough to change your...
Poem
Jun.16.2008
Drumvoices Revue
Lately, I've tried to become That which I can't fathom. And I repeatedly fail to achieve What I already am, and always was... Things have come to that. So now, each time I take a chance, I fail. So each fall gets softer and more tolerable. So when I step away from home, My crying tree welcomes me. Nobody dances anymore. And then my Father slipped into my room I...
Poem
Jun.16.2008
Drumvoices Revue
            And so it was, Civilization’s father was not Greek.Guess where Pythagoras learned geometry? Guess where Thales discerned astronomy? Post-Socratics transcribed known philosophy                                  and claimed it as their own              And so it was,Claimed that poor Meropius, lost at sea, Stumbled upon sin, brought...