Some things like poems ...

Sunday, January 31, 2010

yell

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writing to the ghost of despair,
as every bit of vigor is hidden behind scare,
as homes of braves and heroes have been rare,
yell a birth to make all aware.

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Monday, January 25, 2010

brave and meek

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enough light enough sight in your cheek,
enough young enough old at your peak,
just find a way even far to the leak,
change your soul to be brave and meek.

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Sunday, January 24, 2010

get up set up

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get up and see offshoot is rising,
on a lonely trunk on the arid land.
set up a bloom stop agonizing,
take off your shoes and put your sole on the sand.

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Saturday, January 23, 2010

hardeasy

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bittersweet seconds passing you,
hardeasy moments crossing you,
darklight days tossing you,
present a sweet easy light life.

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Monday, January 18, 2010

before a day

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from cradle to the moment spending on dreams,
peeling black fur not aware of a darker skin beneath,
looking at horizon standing still on a hard seat,
seeing off horizon a day today finding a thing to beat.

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habit

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stop there uphand bowing to habits,
break out shred by crashing hits,
crumple throw all away into the pits,
spread seeds water soil for the best fits.

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Sunday, January 17, 2010

back ahead

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the soon opening bursting into the late,
what soon what late after ages of no fate,
buried dead moments just behind the gate,
looking back stepping ahead for astonishing rate.

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remained power

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like a mad hour by hour,
nodding determination to be a lover,
tying untying knots ending in no cover,
but there's some what remained power.

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healing

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a book, a notebook staring at the ceiling,
two eyes two ears not enough for all feeling,
jumping up mistakes using two ankles,
cleaning rubbish out of my mind for healing.

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mire to empire

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paddling to find a way out of mire,
creeping up cutting angry wire,
setting obstacles in to the fire,
marching towards building the empire.

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Saturday, January 16, 2010

beg

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give me a packet of junk food
to survive
push me into the pit of my mood
to be alive.

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Tuesday, January 12, 2010

race

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day by day night by night,
never ended my hard fight,
word to word pace to pace,
no one is best in my race.

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Monday, January 11, 2010

vow

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ages passed before blink,
no more last in the pink,
pour it down to be unknown,
make it now keep a vow.

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after a toil

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not rushing into the sky save it,
not firing your deep breath,
but finding the real soil,
but sleeping cool after a toil.

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Sunday, January 10, 2010

a life

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escaping from years of hoots
tearing ropes off hands and foots,
feeling empty of old roots,
you live a life off all soots.

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no care run

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no care if you cut your body,
no care if you live a duddy,
no care if you lose your ruddy,
run straight and turn novels muddy.

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Saturday, January 9, 2010

2010/1020

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is there a meaning for keeping fighting?
is there a willing for best feeling?
just get a bit calm like lying in a farm,
make eyes sunrise, grow sky size.

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I explode

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I put boredom down the ground,
I make wisdom full of sound,
never waiting noisy watch,
makes me explode ground by sound.

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Thursday, January 7, 2010

leaving adverses

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my tongue is shorter than my curses,
thinking more, I have not robbed purses,
not I cut verses, shift longs to terses,
this way I am passing passed, finished adverses.

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Sunday, January 3, 2010

no need for

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no need for twisting and turning,
no need for prolonging verses,
no need for an excuse,
you will die once before starting.

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fight

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a natural leaf against artificial,
a breathing heart against a pomp,
a body full of vessels against a city full of roads,
fight is started without firefighter.

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Saturday, January 2, 2010

stop it

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half asleep half awake,
stop the beep for the god sake,
half conscious half hazy,
throw yourself away of being lazy.

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no where no man else

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just as workers yelling beside spinning machines,
just as roads bearing weights of moving cabins,
not as waves spoiling values of virgins,
here struggling and clearing my typical sins.

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Friday, January 1, 2010

hill and rainbow

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in a bunch of days and moments,
the hill kneels feels.
in a crowd of colors and scents,
the rainbow flows glows.

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