Lost Treasure

J john tiong chunghoo john tiong chunghoo
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poetry should not be for sale for it is beyond price it's an art to free the heart of limitations, restrictions the ideal prescription in a psychiatric ward string all your answers to the psychiatrist and you would get the greatest poem you would ever write truthful, raw, echoing from a real heart they could even prescribe it to prisoners just listen to Afghan gem dealer poet Abdul Rahim Muslim Dost - he soared to paradise in a cage cell in Guantanamo Bay, he vowed the innocently branded al qeida terrorist wrote verses at the bottom of his Red Cross letters, scratched them onto styrofoam cups and latter with rubbery pens - some 25,000 lines of his prison experience - now in American hands. 'I would fly on the wings of my imagination, ' he recalled. ''Through my poems I would travel the world, visiting different places. Although I was in a cage I was really free.' those who write poetry try to find themselves in their own maze of words to free their trapped soul those who read them need a heart of of patience and a headful of knowledge and inquisitive spirit to track the poets down his thoughts, personality m eagerness to lay hands on abdul's lost treasure. Will the United States hand them back to him? everyline of them?

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