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Poetry

You Had A Hand On Me

November 30, 2009 · 0 comments   24 views

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Takes but a drop of outward thought -
In a bit to comprehend the simplicity of such a soul.
Those notes still ring;
The voice that made me feel at home.

Bosom friendship from a soul so great,
Naughty winks from the eyes of depth,
Witty smirks in as a way to cheer -
I have seen them all and have no despair.

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Crossover To The Adversary

October 22, 2009 · 0 comments   16 views

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Deserted myself; blew up into the smoke,
Drowned in liquor; walked out of all ties,
Tied to posts and hung from the cliff;
Gasped for drown; vomited dragon.

Made more alone; walked out of body,
Flew off the ground; hit the clouds,
Blasted through the mountains,
Burnt into ashes; destroyed in oblivion.

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Death Of The Abolitionist

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You keep running through the trenches
Ignoring the dead under your feet;
Your time following behind.
It is dark,
Everything is in shades of green,
Blood is black,
Oozing from mangled bones [...]

October 9, 2009 0 comments

Humence Sans Foetus

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From the abyss of the uncultivated she arose
To embezel the throne of myst and flair,
Holding on to the coins of merry
Unto the pity minds of the golden Æschere.

September 11, 2009 11 comments

Locked in Mesmerz

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What if in your dreams, someone breaks into your house and knocks you down and you wake up the next day with a blow in your head. How long will it take for you to realize the difference between reality and dream?

October 6, 2006 16 comments

Hapless Gemini

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And when you come ‘down’,
To my city of amorous joys.
Amidst a social chaos in a plethora of faiths,
Fantasizing and prostituting religion,
Loud vociferation of hypocrite secularism
And to sum it all: “a diverse culture!”
Amidst constituted [...]

November 21, 2005 5 comments

The Birth of The Flow

Poetry

The next best thing to death is sleep. The debutant said:
“Believe it is true, believe it blindfolded,
Do not ask for explanations.”
‘Coz the answer had been repentant since repeated eternities.

The colours perceived through the kaleidoscope of time
Manipulate the perception of soundings,
Scribbled to estimate the depth of the mantling lake.

September 11, 2005 4 comments

A Somnambulist’s Reality

Poetry

The dreams of fantasizing resides the truant adore,
Of a temptation miles long.
Slithering on a jump-board cliffed from one shore.
Beliefs and ‘stitions cuddled under the stampede
Of the imaginations’ kaleidoscope,
Transient shadows carving shapes
Through ecliptic proportions that can never reborn.

August 14, 2005 5 comments

Walking Across The River

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One summer evening the river strolled silently.
(Led by me,) we too trudged along:
Me and I,
Walking together towards a common goal
To reach each other across twenty-one furlong.
Between us, through the solitude and blank desertion,
[...]

September 9, 2003 0 comments

Escaping The Bubble

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Scheduled drops withstand the distance.
Venturing hands search for an opening.
Anxious.
Half-open panes push aside
Those eager to escape the Bubble,
Extending their tired arms,
Begging to survive.
Desperate.

August 19, 2003 0 comments

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