Monthly Archives: September 2019

you can’t

you can’t break a bone stronger than you. you can’t occupy a space far from you. you can’t love me when you hate yourself. you can’t find me when i’m in deep troubles.   2019

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Saturday

Time’s queer, the little rain has swift and angry drops. Cold outside, the thoughts of fire sink and drift. I’m meeting the afternoon with restless bones and intimidation.   2019

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a machine & a junk

a machine & a junk. littering on a bunk. in the corner of our space. conjuncted in many ways. who promotes harmony? who discards disunity? we prevail fair and justice. we summon a good masterpiece. one loves the other. a … Continue reading

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heathen

all the pine trees are tall. you’re too short, pinned on the wall. speedy and haste. a broth to taste. what i see is revelry. a feast to approve, not tragedy. jump from the high hill. landed, broken and killed. … Continue reading

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fly

wet ground, a flight on air, feet cease to walk, to stride, to jump. higher, causing a sigh, a tight breath, away from the intolerance of freedom. eyes see closely the tip of the sunrise, the tides below are little … Continue reading

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Slow Falling Of The Leaves

Each drop,each fall, these leaves from the tall, agnostic trees, are falling slowly while February comes in the rush of the morning, and the lovers don’t anticipate the cold.   2019

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Painters

Sprinkles of mirth, a dust of existence. A formula endures a fix. To remedy a wound can equal a miracle.   2019

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After Sunday

Two minutes, and here I am staring at a cursor blinking on this screen. Recalling the rumors, are they true? Did I slander myself? The words appear like a sharp memory from the past. A day can go too swiftly, … Continue reading

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Morning Break

High on caffeine, morning blues.We’re far from each other, my mind thinks of you.Which secret is secret? I don’t fret. If you’re the destined one, I’m not to be blamed. 2019

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