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Monday, April 20, 2009

In Spasms of Poverty of A Loaf of Bread

Slums to slums You see love in spasms of hunger Hunger, gathering in rowdy clouds, Besieges you, so you know not How the choregraph of dancing darkness Stares at the face of death Breathless with the vows of fistful lives, together Together the ambushing anger Coyly rapes you from within and... Sign in to see full entry.

Let Me Drink

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Sunday, April 19, 2009

Let Me Drink

Let me drink From the cup of wine Of your tears Spilling over the nightlful moon Of your stealing beauty I will get drunk in your woes My days never end In quest of your nights As the blue heaven fades out Among the sighing woods You decipher the hiding veil Of your woes in mildews And I fall at... Sign in to see full entry.

Let Me Drink

Let me drink From the cup of wine Of your tears Spilling over the nightlful moon Of your stealing beauty I will get drunk in your woes My days never end In quest of your nights As the blue heaven fades out Among the sighing woods You decipher the hiding veil Of your woes in mildews And I fall at... Sign in to see full entry.

You Are The Fascist!

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Saturday, April 18, 2009

You Are The Fascist!

You don’t know what you know You don't know to love yourself, you know how to hate others You molest the chastity of faith and belief of others Like trampling over the grass not knowing the greenoppers Even when wisdom of truth sticks to the limit of the sky But your lust for conquering the whole... Sign in to see full entry.

Twenty-two Plus One, We Are Just Genes?

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Friday, April 17, 2009

Twenty-two Plus One, We Are Just Genes?

In ecstasy Of pangs and pains And of pleasure In umbilical bondage To love and hate Carving out a niche In the warmth Of mother's womb Is born in double helix The virtue and vice Of chromosomes In pairs of twenty-two Plus one As if out of nothing Something comes alive In the stillness of darkness In... Sign in to see full entry.

A Sandbag, A Passerby in Fragrance of Semens

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Thursday, April 16, 2009

A Sandbag, A Passerby in Fragrance of Semens

A sandbag Full of frothy fumes Standing unassumingly Highly erected alone On its last legs of fancy As if ejaculating in droplets Of fear and upcoming fortune In sighs of somebody To feel shyly the nakedness Of moments Lapsing into lolling saliva. So far and so on Not kissing nor relishing The... Sign in to see full entry.

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