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King of sex,
the third gender
or hermaphrodite,
half male, half female,
existing on margin,
beheads the creator
to propitiate the deity of destruction,
starts a genocide
to create a new model,
new world, sexless, moonless

How could you remain normal
when you were being robbed of every myth,
every truth?
And you were walking under the guilty sky
unmindful of the pouncing, long legged tarentulas
to bite off your elements?
All of your tongue?
And the heat will give up the slaughtered spring
dried up in eternal shade?
Within the memory will lie the pain
of million years?


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Epicurus Apiculus (Conversation with Aristippus)

You must follow 
Follow whom?
One who knows!
Knows what?
The chief end of life! 
Where does it lie?
In the now!
In what does it lie? 
In pleasure! 
That, may be a lie?

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Sky weeps, I was collecting clouds
from stillness of the sea.
A snake again wants to kiss,
I am learning to die
in arms of spiral mirrors.

Cannot forgot the cheating of umbrellas.
The stings, the twists, the hollow breads.
Foams are submitting the  venoms
on golden plates.
I grieve for the dignity of a hangman.

The retreat leaves the blood
on the stones. My house was burning.
Will you marry me ? I ask the dew
sitting on the grass. Don’t go
back to the sun.

A relentless bucket fills up, again
I am  watching at  the moon.
The icy sand, the fire, the heat.
Flowers will hunt the thorns
at rooftops of sleep.


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Partly clad
full moon
was taking a bath on hills.
Trees were waiting
for the curtains to rise.

Scented stars would make
giant scars on the clouds,
I would make peace with the sky.
Lids of human greed were laden
with golden dust, I was hoisting the skull.

Of a virgin god who did not
want to live for the blotched up creation.
The decline was obvious. Truth 
had refused to climb
on the sky-blue, salted peaks of springs.

Body had arrived,
mourners quietly wailing.
Gouged eyes could not decipher
the script on the halved pyramid.
Sun was sucking the clay.


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Roses between the thorns

I know you well.
You blossom like the rose between the thorns.
The people don’t know,
They don't live like me.
They complain because the roses have thorns

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved

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Mystic dialogue

There are some dreams that you don't see during the night 
You can just imagine. 
There are some words that you don't hear 
You feel these if you look somebody in the eyes. 
There are some loves that you don't get with a kiss or a hug 
You can touch these with your soul. 

If you can see what you can't see with your eyes 
If you can hear what you can't hear with your ears 
If you can touch what you can't touch with your hands 

Then I will not speak anymore 
Then you will not speak anymore 

Then will speak only our hearts  

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved

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“Some other time, I’m not in the mood
Why cant we just cuddle and watch TV”?
When couples drift into the celibate zone
It’s not long till someone will flee.

Sexual fulfillment helps preserve love,
 Parenthood, marriage and self-esteem.
Those who maintain it avoid saying no
To be blessed by its pleasure and gleam.

While dating we tend to be more romantic
Putting forth the best of our charms.
Sharing dinners, long walks, and lustful weekends
As we spend more time in each others arms.

How many times have you said “not tonight”?
Exposing your happy home to harm.
Today’s crushing deadlines leave little time for love
Leaving partners with sorrow, sadness and alarm.

So share one another with red wine and time
Dial your own number and leave the phone off the hook.
Enjoy some romance, sex and laughter
Improving your mood and the way you look.

By Tom Zart


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Why don’t we go 
For a vacation to Mogadishu
This year
If you know where to find it on the map
You can raise vegetables 
In a minefield
Or attend the birthday party of a warlord
Machine gun fire for dessert
Half of Mogadishu is on the run
To a better life
Sometimes people return to their home
If they can find it 
In a crater
With a cluster bomb lawn

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AlphaBet Constructs 3 2 1

Alphabet Constructs 3 2 1

Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees

Bulimec Barbies browse media monkey banalaties

Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios

Dopamine dreams dilenate check cash desires

Echo endorfins eulogize bullet brain excrement

Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivoloties

Gonadial grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities

Helical hemorriods hinder senior stricken hemocraps

Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate post partem iconoclasts

Jack Jill juxtapositories seek sexestential jouveniers

Kryptic killer kisses ascot arrogant kingdumbs

Liquid lipid loiners fear frontline lucklullibies

Malovent mommies masterbate rich reflective mommocules

Nevertheless nightengales nourich ruby rich noonbeams

Ovulatory occults outsource torrent tofu outrages

Pensive picses picnics lovelorny passions 

Queer quiet quintensials release rancid quotients

Rape ripe residuals nullify nimble reprocussions

Silky seafoam silohouttes fornicate frothy sandlets

Tepid torch trilogies belie beligerent tourniquets

Useless utterences utilize organize orgasmic utopias

Venimous vixens violate visions

White willow wombs softly seed hospice hell winds

XY XX xfactors envision extracurricular xraydoms

Yearning yoyo yesterdays calculate clearcovert yeilds

Zen zealous zions mirror maginfy Zoneotones 

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of alienation
were increasing.
We were afraid
of reflections.

of landscapes
will hurt the river.
I was blinded
by blues.

becomes a speech
bonds start

I wanted
to call your name –
in solitude.
The echo
reaches the whole sky.


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Anytime it comes by
Be there to acknowledge it
Can become discouraging
Do not let it go easy
Excellent result is expected
Fight the challenges that comes with it
Give it your best and sincerity
Hire more hands if need be
Innovation is the right word to any
Jobs that eventually emerges a success
Knowing you made an impact towards
Leading people to their promise land and 
Making them see a reason to do same
Never forcing them to do wrong
Or better still,do not lure them to fail
pursue the fact that you should practice what you preach
Que in line,u cant afford to jump just So that comments can be 
Reserved for reference purposes
Situations may arise and then you will stand corrected
Tarry and strive because you will be an hero
Until lifetime we will all remember your legacy
Loving and caring you are as we sing your song 
Visiting each day by day makes us 
Worthy of your presence in our midst and not like 
Xenophobia in our memories but as in our thoughts 
Yore you came in the picture and brought life opportunities we were 
Zealous and ready to conquer once and for all

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Nothing Really Matters

when rob stepped out of the courthouse,with charges for posession
he thought "it could be worse,it could have been for weapons"
and then he thought..."nothing really matters anyway"
when liz stepped of of the rehab,with a new outlook on life
she felt all those same feelings of hurt, pain, and strife
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when luke picked up his young son from daycare,and knew he had an hour
he thought back to the time he WOULD have stopped to grab his now EX-wife some flowers
and then he thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when lisa lifted up her body with nothing but her arms,and looked down at her legs
she wondered why the heck they were even THERE anyway..what for?
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
all four people that same night,all in their own homes
picked up a remote,turned on the news and watched it come to blows
one man had done 25 years in jail,for something he had not really done
one woman lost the battle to addiction,one she thought she'd already won
one boy got hit by a car on his bike,he just only 5 his parents,divorced
one man lost his arms and legs while over fighting the war
four different people,four different lives,four different struggles,all about to cry
four different souls,four different heart,four different minds,all to have a fresh start
why does it take a reality check to pull us into gear?
why is it that reality sometimes must be our greatest fear?
the next time you think you're the only one who hurts and has plight
the next time you feel you're all alone,the only one who cries at night
try and remember,try not to forget,that you are never alone
whether you're telling your mom and dad your gay to the face or over the phone
whether your wife divorced you,your husband's a dog,or your kids have NO respect
you are human,deserve more,and you're not alone,cause' there is someone right next....
to you!!! nothing really matters. until you realize...nothing really matters.

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Butter fly fly away

Butter fly fly away As the days passes away our memories lost away as a butterfly fly away as a butterfly fly away ... As the success comes in our way our past rememberances lost away as a butterfly fly away as a butterfly fly away As the truthness in human decreases day by day our trust on the human goes away as a butterfly fly away as a butterfly fly away As u dont think about ur future from ur hands ur present also taken away as a butterfly fly away as a butterfly fly away As the life is of minimum days u remember the past,live in present,dream the future and fly as a butterfly fly away as a butterfly fly away............

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For Animal Lovers

Ailing baby cats die exacting fear grief having inevitably just killed loving mothers not
only plainly questioning reasons some things understanding vile wrong-doing xanax yields

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I was many in the field But had to know what's beyond the hill. Didn't know the cost was my roots.

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to never do anything that will not edify.
or say a word that will not dignify.
to respect every woman as member of the opposite sex.
and never treat a woman as an object of sex.


never to look at a woman with lust
or look at her breast as object of lust.
that though a woman may have a very big breast.
i will never stare or oogle at that very big breast.


that no woman should ever be raped.
for every woman has a right not to be raped.
that every woman has to right to say no.
and when a woman says no, it means no.

                              CHRIS NWIGWE

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The Letter S

I can use the letter s with so many s words, 
I am the seventh sign supreme soldier from the reservation suburbs, 
I fly like seagull in the open ocean sky supreme like an serpant eagle eating birds,
 I am so solid Im siked and sipped up from the sizzy sizzurp, 
I stagger until I swerve swiftly as snake in the souless society lost curbs, 
life so crooked it stained with soaked blood life around death curves, 
I cant believe so many lost soveriegn souls *****on they own siblings as the culture turns,
 I know I am sure of being sure of what I sought to learn, 
The brain with suicide can sometimes burn. 

Souless savage in society I be among little certain satans, lost in circles saying "7th Sign Empire Engraving"like my own still souls of savage culture on certain colors discriminating,
 But whats even worse is soul on souls hating, 
Society severed in broken circles still forsaken, 
Serpants searching society split in seven different groups of seven hundred seventy-two,
 Forsake my Se7en and I forsake thee seven times seven fold because truth be said Im souless to you,
 Se7enth Sign Supreme Solid Serene Soldier of of the sacred seven, 
I say I have always said society on my word S

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Alternating --- Zanies

Alternating between clearly defined empirical facts gleaning honour, it jars, knells; leaving me no option, parse, questioning reasonable semantics to understand (vicariously) worldly Xeroxing yammering zanies.

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To search you
I am burning my wheels.

Put your hands
on my shoulders
for opening the book.
To read the message
between the words.

When the time comes
I want you
to smear my ashes
on the stones of footpath.
I want them
to walk on me
and dissolve their steps.

Stop looking
at me.
To reach you
I am burning my bridges.



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Dismantled Spirit

Dedicated to human realm.....

when it began...
menace of life made me die in each breath i took,
betrayed by the command of nature, in each phase my head shook...

shattered achievements..

confounded the mundane for whimsical supremacy,
likely to be fascinated towards the obscure prophecy..

tyrannical truths unfolds,

shadows of ego enlightened in my undesired destiny,
life being invaded by all omnipotent agony...
 soul in conflict....

 rather would i adrift to a breathless birth,
for the glimpse of perfection would pertain my worth.....

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Forever Family

There may not be a forever family
Well not in the present
But in the future and the past
There are figures you can learn from
My dear gran such a strong and intelligent woman
At the age of 89 finally getting her ears pierced
You're never too old.
My dear mother such a strong and resilient woman
At the age of 62 helping her mother come to terms with her partners dementia
You're stronger than you know.
My dear brother young and driven
Moving with his wife to pastures new for the next step on the ladder
Don't be afraid to live your life.
Inspiration can be taken from those you hold close
They may not be there forever but the lessons they teach can last a lifetime
You're never too old, you're stronger than you know and don't be afraid to live your life.

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His Perfect Love

Absolute bravery,
compassion, dedication,
everlasting forgiving grace.
Healer, indeed justifying Keeper,
lending mercy not oppression.
Providing quiet rest,
shepherding tenderly.
`xactly Yahweh.

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Crazy World

Crazy World

It’s funny how
The universities are still in business
Of producing graduates
That speak funny English
And hardly make invention
And the stock market falls
Down street tumbles
That lets people buy
And make profit
Like grandpa used to say,
True intellectualism died
In the year 1929
With the rise in acumen inflation
It was then that
This Federal Reserve of Ignorance
The true villain of this quandary
Traces its genesis
Hope that explains succinct
This universal impotence

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The valley holds on, to murder
of moon, behind the trees.
It is dark and clouds are meditating.

You think of a perfect horror
and a poisoned arrow flies straight
into heart of a blissful sun.

It is red, splattered on the wounded sky,
scrorched by shrill cries of crows.
It is dawn.

You feel intense penetration of separateness,
from the beauty of a drop,
reflecting the wholeness of an ocean.

The stress starts breaking you.
Can you take me to my home, into abeyance?
My wakefulness, reaching by silence?


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How fair is she, this lady, to see
in bright youthfulness regaled.
Impatient too, in tasting the brew
of love's sweet nectar unassailed.

Yet, unfolding strife in everyday life
brings betrayal to dis-appoint.
Turns her dream into a shabby thing -
a drama in eerie dis-joint.

Straight and strong the man has grown,
industrious, fast and free.
He stands at the helm, to conquer his realm -
to triumph in his destiny.

Then, breaks the dawn and a muffled moan,
contention and trouble in tow.
He never foresaw comic fate's fall -
the specter of failure to show.

We scheme and plan, but not of our hand
lay life's future deciding power,
to hold in line circumstance and time -
as God does in the appointed hour.
Daniel 4:35 "He (God) doeth his will in the army of
heaven and among the inhabitants of the earth
and none can stay his hand....."
John 16:33 "In the world ye shall have tribulation".

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Walk with me, till moon rises
on the griefs of the dark,
and the tongue tastes the pain of centuries.

On the erected dome
when the golden leaves start a flame
which throws up an image of a prophet.

My nightingale was giving a call
of a very sad tune, on the death of peacocks -
but for the poisoned feed, they were dancing.

A green pride has no ambition now,
roses were wilting.
Fever was rising in the roots.

Do not give it to me, my award.
Could I have shut up like a fame
when my house was being ransacked?


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The Curse

The Curse

My life vexed of the world,
Gone away into the sky,
Billions of light years away.  
And returned back to see a divine world
After trillions of life years. 
But I found a different World,
Most modern and yet most recent, 
And also worse than the world
At once I was.
Now I had to wait here, 
Until I return back from the place where
I came from,
In this horrible dimension,
With repulsion, in this nuisance,
With another curse upon me. 

- R k Chowdary Jasti


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The punishment of the Paradise

I saw my dream fly away like a bird that escaped my body.

It is dificult to touch something that can fly like a bird because dreams are born to 
live free in the mind, as the birds to the skies.

You can see the dreams, but from the moment that you try to touch them they 
disappear...just as the water disappears in the desert if you go close.

Don't try to taste the apple of paradise.
See it but don't touch it.

Because the dreams keep all the secrets and the magic of our lost paradise.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved

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Your gifts, I do not want to keep.
Shapeless doves on the grass,
were ready to take a nascent flight.
My small hands prepare a daisy meal.

Dahlias will bloom when the sun climbs.
I pass the door, that moves like a
stranger, between the people,
looking out for black roses.

One by one the tribes are changing
the colors of flags.
Conversion into sleepless towers
watching the whistles blowing.

Do not throw dust on the graves
in the valley of golden stairs.
The voices are growing louder
after trampeling on the bones.


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To maintain a life
Above all the strife
Pain and sorrow
Is to choose
A sight so sharp
It sees through the dark
And sees even in the light
Things that defy human sight
Things impossible
Things unprecedented
Things invisible
The ability to look
To see beyond the present circumstances
To hold on to that faint candle light
In the midst of the pitch black darkness of the night
The will to cling to life
When death is but a pinch away
The strength to see the sun shine so bright
Through a sandstorm in the Sahara
Through the snowstorms in the north pole
Through the cloudy rainstorms of the amazon
The ability to see white
When everyone sees black
The will to see beauty
Where everyone sees  the ugly
To see the highest mountain peaks
As mole-hills about to be trampled
To believe in particles
Faster  than  light
To believe men can touch
The surface of the sun
And walk to the ends of milky-way
With the stars as our footstones
The ability to hope for better things
And to dream of better days
In the midst of bitter months
Can’t you see the impossible
It’s laughing you to scorn
Telling you I’M POSSIBLE….

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A bee was on me. Let them say I can't be.

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I was underwater and I wandered what's above. It was a beauty in the air but had to breath for the next jump.

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the wall is high

i jump to meet my mark,
it is met with arms out wide,
nothing, yet i expect a spark
so in little black book i confide.

what i ask of the masses, alot
admittedly ashamed i am not
to think, rejoice, connect the dots
to remember what we once forgot.

all i ask i that we don't assume,
they rely on ignorance to consume,
open your eyes and take full bloom,
never take an uninformed flume,

i see too much trouble ahead to ignore,
when i opened my eyes we had ten years,
i am still coming round and now we have four,
i see too much blood that will mix with my tears.

everything will mingle and change
it will all make sense once done
its just right now, its beyond our perceptive range
and to elaborate on the story no fun.

for certain synchronocities will take form
the knowledge unwraping in the implicate
it may not always be blatent, but hidden in the norm
some could term it karma, i make my own fate.

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Taking chances

Time it passes without any warning
I remember when I had a lot of hair
In a flash the hair is all gone
It isn’t much any more
It’s all grey now
Time hmm it flies just like that
People leave lives that is not there’s
There is a voice behind
Other times is a voice and a hand behind
Sadly it doesn’t belong to them
They never have the guts to live out their lives
Time oh time you cannot pause it neither can you live two lives
Again you are all grey before you know it
I used to wonder what people will say
What they will think
I also used to think who likes me and who doesn’t
But forty years has passed and I look around and discover nobody gives a shit
Your destiny is like a personal horse
Ride it to destination
Conquer fear and you will discover hidden strengths and talents
What else can I say?
Falling in love is personal but don’t give your heart to a fool
I also threw away time falling in love stupidly
But I gained wisdom and I value self more
The door of my life now has heart breaking detectors
It can even detect fake manipulative people who have no business around me
I just graduated from school of wisdom
A school of patience
They say time heals all wounds
But leaves behind fresh scars as fresh as the original wound
Live your life; make your own personal choices 
Even Gods leading expects you the recipient of the blessing to take action
Leading of God is action not inertia
No invention can pause time at least for now it’s an impossibility
Waste no more time
Pursue your dreams, live out your dreams
Open the window of courage and throw away fear
Open the door of hope and send hopelessness packing
Your dreams will not come to you go and grab it
Conquer your inhibitions set yourself free
Free from life controllers and manipulators
From people that use people
It’s a fallacy to think everybody loves you
Life is a mixture of haters and lovers
Builders and destroyers
Light and darkness 
Choose your side of the divide
Decide decide decide
Time is passing
Indecision is same as time wasted
There is nothing as sweet as living out your dream life
What are you doing where you are not celebrated?
What are you doing with people who don’t like you?
It’s never too late to start all over
Never too late to start living your life
But don’t wait till the end
To be alive is a great thing
But to live your life is greater
Much better when you don’t follow the crowd
For only the outstanding stand out

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if you only knew

when you lose sight of what really counts
its easy to focus on only whats shallow
am i too fat is my nose too big
do i walk or talk weird whats wrong with me
when we forget the depth that is here in this world
and focus on things that are just absurd
so maybe im not a supermodel and my bums a tad on the thick side
and maybe im no a genius thats getting a scholorship on my side
but does that mean im nothing that i dont count
this world is getting sickening count me OUT
im ashamed of myself for even thinking like this
and obsessing to tears over shallow petty shit
i am praying that god hears my pleas for help
because i cant conquer this all by myself
i used to not care didnt care at all
but like any other i rise and fall
i am of the opinion that your body is a shell
and youll leave it behind when you go to heaven or hell
it will rot in the ground and count for nothing
and when i meet my maker he wont care how big my bum is
some women ONLY care about their looks and they dont get it
they dont see the big picture 
and i fear theyll regret it 
and other women dont care even at all 
about their looks because their depth is so massive and raw
but then theres me in the middle with so much depth and spirituality
why do i waste time wondering what are all the things wrong with me
im sick of crying over it ive done it for too long
im sick of getting angry when i cant crawl out of my bod
its a thought that i had reguarding a cacoon
like how catapielers go into them and out comes a butterfly zoom
if i could just crawl out my mouth my soul free for just a moment
and be allowed to have a different shell to live and own it
i wonder what its like to feel just for a second
not arrogance but a sweet compliment from someone who MEANT IT
my desperate pleas go out to you and anyone else who will listen
i hate my body im sick of my face and my voice is just ridiculous
so lets just drop it in the ocean let it sail away
cuz me im going to better places where i dont have to cry all day
where i know that my body is just a little shell a vehicle if you will
its our car or truck or limo or bus to use while we use our free will
and ive always said when you go you don't take your money your lambergini
or your watch expensive jewlery its all staying beind
and you should think about what YOUR world is while im trying desperatley to fix mine

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If we live as a unity with the world and we are one? how can I control my own actions? It seems as though to control my own actions is to control the actions of others! for we are one! is this part of the deception or part of the truth?

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You never can fly like a bird

If you want to fly 
First of all, learn to walk. 
If you learn to walk, 
Walk a lot before to fly. 
Always remember though 
You are not a bird. 

The oldies don't count with years. 
It is the experiences that makes somebody to feel old. 
The knowlege comes from inside the experiences 
But you can fly all you life in the sky of knowledge... 
And you never can fly like a bird.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved

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As war is fought it takes charge 
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can alter the soil 
Which nourishes the roots of their soul.

Many things will forever change 
Far more then wished to be.
As the wrath of war starts to destroy 
Those things we fight to keep free.

War is the greatest plague of man, 
Religion, state and sanity.
Any scourge is more preferred 
Than the one which disables humanity.

When war breaks out, boundaries change 
And all who die are a token
Of the rage that must run it's course 
Before words of peace are spoken.

War I hate, though not men, flags nor race 
But war itself with its ugly face.
When we lose faith in the brave, which die 
Then we're not fit to greet those who cry.

What distinguishes war isn't death 
But that man is slain by fellow man. 
Crushed by cruelty and injustice 
With his enemy's murderous hand.

War tends to punish the punishers
So the losers won't suffer alone.
The essence of war is but violence
Till the survivors come marching home.

Sometimes it's hard to defend what's right, 
Sometimes we're forced to rise up and fight. 
Sometimes we survive, while others must die 
Sometimes never knowing the reason why.

The rush of combat is a natural buzz 
Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.
Hunting one another like wild game 
Without a shortage of those to blame.

Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick 
Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick.
Sometimes God is asked to intervene 
To help stop the savage from being so mean.

War is a hell we visit before death 
Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath. 
There must be a reason man destroys man
But why it is so, I can't understand.

By Tom Zart


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when a woman leaves a girl

after all,a woman's mistakes are different from a girl's
they are etched by fire on stone
they are in fact considered traits, not just errors
and now you're so alone
when you were 14 they all said how much potential you had
now you hit 19 or 20, and you're just considered bad
if you were a troubled kid, things were different than most for you
and i don't mean GETTING in trouble,although for some,it's that too
but depression is so very real,they just have no idea
and looking in the mirror to feel,you must skip your next meal
you are never good enough,and always fall just short of pretty
although you are considered smart and extremley funny and witty
they way that you percieve yourself,is different than what others see
at least that's what i have been told,do you agree with me?
but why is it that when your younger,people just want to help
but once you reach 19 or 20,your just dealt the cards your dealt
i don't feel any different inside,i can tell you that for certian
the older i get,the less they care,i hide behind a curtain
i'm still a kid at 21,at 22 as well..
im still a child in alot of ways,living in an emotional hell
where did all the helping hands go,the ones that were there before
i blame myself for not taking that help and will forever more
because now apparently,it's too late,nobody cares about me
i am not a cute little girl,just a woman who needs to be free
i ask of you,human to human,the next time you want to judge
pray for patience if you need to,ask for help from above
but something tells me im not alone,there are others who experienced this
there are others out there that need help so badly,please don't miss
don't miss their smiles,that are still so young,even though they look so grown
at 21 we are not adults,and pretending we are makes us feel alone
maybe i AM alone in this feeling,i have no idea
but what i do know,for sure i feel...this is very real.

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Do You Believe In Angels { ABC }

Angels's Beauty Comes Designed Especially From God's Heaven's 
Inspirational Jubilee kingdom Looking Masterfully Noveled 
Only People Question Realms Sentence  Trident Under Visions 
Wanting  Xaphan Yofiel Zurial

Tribute To Angels

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When the night goes

When the night goes, 
You go with my dreams together. 
You are like the moon 
that disappears when the day comes. 
But I am waiting for you, 
knowing that you exist 
even if I can't see you.

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Can hearts know love without words.
Does ones mind need to hear those words to justify what it feels.
What I feel deep within I can not express with the three worded pharse you may want to hear.
Nor do I want to hear it from you lips, my ears will refuse to listen.
Is it not better to feel it in each others touches.
See it in each others eyes.
Watch it in our smiles.
For it seems that once that sentence is set free changes begin.
Its as though a challenge has been set free.
Unlocking beasts we usually do not allow to be seen.
Jealousy, suspicions, judgments, convictions are all trying to take control.
Laughter suddenly changing to angry words that can cut, hurts so deep.
Repairs forever harder to be made.
Touches forgetting hoe to caress.
Lips faking smiles no longer wanting to be kissed.
Hands no longer wanting to be held.
O, how I fear those words more then any other I may hear.
Do not say those words for it may make me run away.
Show me so I will stay.
Kiss my lips with true emotions.
Hold my hand.
Caress me with your eyes, your smiles, your tenderness.
Touch my heart.
In return you will know what lies within my own.
Words are for those who know no other way.
Those who seek to latch on to something that they may not really know the meaning of.
The inner chambers know what is real.
The lucky ones who find their souls mate know what it is.
They do not need the words to express what lives within.
They do what it is.

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I Did It My Way

 I never chose the beaten path, I'ld walk on by then I'ld laugh.  I always walked my own way, I still do to this day.  I've lived a life with some regret, a little debt I have met.  However all in all it seems, I am richer than I'ld dreamed, you see the wealth and the greed never brought me to my knees.  For the love of life keeps me strong so much beauty all day long.  I guess to some it may seem, I did things my way,  I did indeed.


 June 10, 2014

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An Old Man Thoughts

 "I would like the people to always remember me
beautiful and young.
With a strong body and nice skin.
I would like the people to remember me
fresh and active.
Like a sporty teenager with rich shiny hair.
I would like to stop the time
at the best moment of my life.
But now it is too late.
I am an old man.
The price for all that
I wished to have had was hard.
I had to die young..."

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Jealousy (revised)

All bad characteristics draw eventually from,
Growing habits inside jealousy killing love.
Merely not one person’s quirks realizing sorrows,
Taking unbelievable viciousness,
We Xerox years zealously.

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Undesirable whispers

I was not afraid that my life one time will finish.
I am afraid that it will never start.
Death always was ahead and whispers to me
"Live because I am coming".

The biggest injustice in this life is if you have arrived and depart without travel...
The joy of the journey that you never live

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The RED White and Blue Angel

There in summer the hot hot summer of lives, why good
and evil or wick or mad or bad, why good weather or 
bad weather why does the moons go to quarters and
full why is a posions why pine why do some trees grow
in the snow and other done it spring why are the 
leave red white and blue, why do some people see
red, and some see nothing why are right hand people
and some left hand because thats life and why do we
fight back and why aren 't some door mates in th e
pain of life why is there love and hate why is the 
sun yellow and hell red why is there snow and hot
ice and cold rain, who knew all I know if is was'nt 
suppose to be here i wouldn't and that in its self
give be the right to fight back

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No beauty in concrete
as beauty
Is abstract
Is abstract
As beauty
No beauty in concrete

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Eyewitness person

I wrote only for me. 
I made confessions to my soul. 
Without dialogue. 
I just emptied feelings that overflowed my existence. 
Joys and sorrows were fighting for domination 
And I was the only eyewitness person.

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Life in the Garbage

The days in life, if you don't use them correctly,
and you spend them without doing things that you love,
it is like a good meal that you don't eat during the day
and you throw it to the garbage.
Thus if you lose your everyday meals,
near to the end of your life, 
you feel hungry,
but there is not enought food to satiate you.
and you die hungry.

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Sometimes I will interplay
the secrets:
faded rose in a book,
a distant star spelling out
your name.

When I go, will you come
to my home?
Hold my eyes wide open
and become my iris?
I wanted to see the innocence of a sin.

Black stone on a white belly
petrifies the womb.
Maniacs were dancing on the petals
of marigolds.
A mauve revenge

Petit mal holds the sanity
of defeat.
Pheromones will decide the gender
of a flat chested angel.
Each thorn was crying.


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A Love frozen in Time

An old picture I hold in my hand.
It’s me and you and our love…frozen in time.
A silent witness, after many years, of a great love that no longer exists.

I ask myself, where is all this great love now? 
Where are you now? 

Don't ask me if was the truth when I told that I loved you.
Yes, I am sure that I loved you.
But if you saw me now, you would see another person.
It's no longer the man who told you that.
It was me many years ago.
Now that man doesn't exist anymore.
That man changed, as everything changes in this world.

The universe is a big recycling machine; nothing remains the same forever.
How many “frozen in time” moments in my life...
I see my face in the mirror and my face in the pictures.
Oh yes, it must be many moments; 
every one different from the other.
Every picture with a story to tell, 
a story to remind oneself of something for a moment; 
something big or small, good or bad, important or not.

This picture speaks for an immense love written in my heart.

A great love…frozen in time. 

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I felt like exploding. 
The back of my eyes were burning.

What had happened here? 
There must have been times when I felt more than this. 
There had to be. 

It was Tuesday afternoon, around 12.20pm, that I realised what had to be done. 
Someone had to pay!

I have lived, up until now, a privileged life. 
One really of no hard labour, unlike many of those around me. 
I suppose I felt superior to some people in many ways. 
Should I have thoughts like this as a member of the human race? 
There you go you see, human race, race, the word that we have put into who we are, its a race, we are racing, racing each other. 

Where will it be the race, who is in the, race, yes indeed!
Mumblings of a mad man corrode the in workings to such a degree that there seems no way out!
Surely we had felt more than this?


Scott. T . Williams.

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Smile... the Death will change to Birth

How long can stay the happiness?
How long can stay the sadness?

Nothing in this world can go always up
Nothing in this world can go only down.
Nothing in this world remains the same forever.

As the day changes to night,
And the night changes to day.

As the cold changes to warm,
and warm changes to cold.

As this natural law always change everything,
up to down and down to up.

So long as there is nothing without an opposite, smile... 

The Death will change to Birth !

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Dear soul

My dear soul.
Your whimper is so human 
You are so close to me 
that I can't see you. 
I can only feel you when 
you ask for air to breathe.

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Some call this Life

Don't search for apples anymore.
The apple tree has died.
It gave all the apples that it had.
Now it is nothing more than a piece of wood.
Nobody has interest for an apple tree without apples.
Nobody gives it some water to survive.
Not even the dry mother earth.
This is the fate for every apple tree that has nothing to give.
This is the fate of everything alive being on the earth.
This is the law of nature.
Some call this life.

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have desire to achieve personal goal
knownly this concept is called Ambition

 take every step to reach his destination
truth was not being considered in ambition

 rise so high to his every personal intention
popular general rule for every amibition

  desire somewhat resembles with aristocracy
democracy doesn"t chase to any ambition

 we would get one day in this world a prefection
aimee thinks ! wrong perception for any ambition

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Though cold and dark, they are submitted
To where winds of fate are omitted
this lonely pair remains committed

mortal life?
a prison!

...a window given

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A soldier for the people
Who’s been up and who's been down
Though while on his journey
He has never turned around.

Facing more than flesh and blood
With Worthington’s two-faced hoard.
Opposing all who test his soul
With integrity as his sword.

The wicked casts their dark net
Over any they may charm. 
Plotting to mislead the flock,
While pretending to do no harm.

He’ll expose the devious daily
As he works for you and me.
We're not alone in our struggle
To preserve America the free.

His personal goals of well being
Will never stand in the way 
Of doing his public duty
No matter what others may say.

His devotion shall prove contagious
It's the brilliance of his kind 
What you find within him 
Is great character of mind.

With faith and courage, he must live
For his life to be complete 
With good morals and family life
He’ll triumph, even in defeat.

He was raised to participate
Within his community
With his fellow men and women
He’ll enrich life, hope and liberty.

Tom Zart

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The castle

The days were going by, making years 
And the castle was being built, brick by brick 
I knew it would never finish 
I would end up with just ruins 
But the castle was getting built 
and I was feeling happy 
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The glass of my life

I see you through the glass of my life 
When I breathe, 
the glass fogs up and I loose you 
If I don't breathe, I die, 
But it's worth seeing you!

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Lover Her or Leave Her!

Princess of providence
Daughter of Divine
Wrought in fury
Wrest from rift
Framed for freedom

Paradise of prospectors:
pioneers and patriots, 
profiteers and pimps

O spring of freedom,
may you never run dry
O river of prosperity,
may your tide never ebb 

You, who seek her,
see her as you ought;
a mirror of virtue and truth, 
no whore to waltz

Enter her gates, 
you, who yearn for freedom,
her bosom awaits your embrace

Drink from her fountain,
wayfarers are welcome,
sojourners are safe

For the freedom she offers,
fidelity she requires
So love her or leave her

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Modern Emperors and Princesses of Ice-cream

Are we now skating on the slippery shadows 
of another kind of ice-cream?
Perhaps those of a poem
or the aesthetic light hiding 
behind a time-bound wasteland?
Are we waiting?
Waiting for that sometimes-near, sometimes-far,
sometimes-dreamy, but yet tangible Moment
when we become ghostlier than a verbose apparition,
when earth's time comes to an end?
Maybe we are trying to exhume 
with little awareness, with little design,
the cold, blazing, glacier 
genius of another kind.
But he's gone.   Stevens' breath of cigar
is gone, yet seems to linger strong
among us, within our deep songs.
Somehow his half-smile
insinuates into the half-glimmer of Mona Lisa,
perhaps even before she was conceived.
Insinuates because fearless, medieval clarion
finding new abstract ideals,
glimpsing that all-costly Freedom
(costing not less than the four corners of the cosmos)
to embrace and fire-mold ideals,
despite relentless marches of machines,
killing machines, bullets, bombs, maniac greed
that super-erupted in world wars ...

Perhaps the deep pockets, 
the deep mirrors and shadows of his poem
are hinting: they should read, dive into,
at least attempt to glimpse the past,
the transcending yet practical aesthetics
of Goodness, Beauty and Truth,
revealing: they can only be emperors 
and princesses of ice-cream,
conquerors, dictators, commanders of ice-cream.
If they sense this, perhaps they begin to touch the aesthetic dimension
behind a song, a painting, a poem, a photo, a mirror, a psalm,
to glimpse that deeper message,
the melting, melted, meltdown 
of the icre-cream carrots before them, before us.
Are they real?  Only when we're chasing them?
Perhaps he was trying to capture that melting for us,
to taste the little pleasure of small things in life
and be contented since they contain the peaks,
despite the sniggering cold feet of Lady Death.

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what is home they ask
where does it exist
is it a place in your mind or heart
or is it just a myth
home is not a place that houses expensive 
toys and treats
home is a place inside your mind that 
exists only when you please
home is where the people are who truly 
count in life
and how do you know which ones they 
are,i ask this every night
you try and figure who builds you up,who 
makes you a better person
and who tears you down,throws you 
around and helps you not to learn
god's lessons are in a deep disguise that 
we know nothing about
until the time comes that we get there and 
are ALLOWED to figure it out
where is home,with 
friends,family,laughs,good food,good times
or is it where you feel at peace in your own 
heart and your own mind
or is it both?????

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The Night and Her Ways/Lost Under The Sun

there is a moon,
shining all alone
under all seas looming side to cloud
fall in our night and wait for the one who makes
slip in the prowl
the beasts hold night at growl
howling their sorrows
move midnight forever is tomorrow
come to our dark we run deep in the dusk
trust your lost soul while wait here for the sun

trust your yearning haven safely break
grey sky a-standing
standing far astray

lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun 
lost under the sun

there is a place
marble floor and blue
there is a space 
that was meant for what was you
summer now white a different sort of lone
cold in our skin deeps
looking towards our glow

lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun
lost under the sun

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Why birds do not sing on this Earth

When hot and It is rain, 
Birds do not sing in vain.
This joy they never feel 
When heat walks upon hill. 
When nothing else has worsened stroke,
This rain is taken for the rock -
Birds fear this intensive sound,
It echoes back the shape of ground:
They harder fear their end 
When endless drops hit waiting land. 
Who's after spot of Paradise on earth? -
It always rains, It always hot,
And question is the same:
Why birds do not sing on this earth 
When heat turns into rain?

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Stand up and fight

We are all soldiers.
We fight hidden enemies that come from the future.
The problems stay there at the end of the bed
to say good morning every day.
Every new problem is the next enemy
that needs different weapons to fight.
And when the day finishes, most times the glory belongs to us.
We have survived and we are alive.
"If something doesn't kill you, it will make you stronger"
You get the weapons to exterminate it the next time that it comes.
The life makes soldiers, everyone separate, fighting a different enemy.
The ally that we have is our past.
Our history always teaches us how to fight
and to the end of our life the experiences make us veterans.
We have collected many weapons to give to the next generations.
We are all soldiers of life.
We have all the same purpose.
To survive.
And we fight, all of us, our biggest enemy…time.

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Can a Christian Have The Blues


Can a Christian have the blues – you’re lyin’ if you say you never have.  
Can a Christian have the blues – momentary light affliction, that won’t pass.
If you’re Christian then you’re human, even Jesus had the blues. 
In His story there is something we can use.  

Yes He had a deep emotion – when He looked down on that city - He wept.
Then He climbed that special mountain - while down below His friends – they just slept.
When He flipped those tables over – he was angry to the core.
Must be tense to be so loving, with a lion’s roar.

	There’s no simple way to say it, everybody’s had the blues.
	You can speak it, write it, strum it, you can hide it in your shoes.
	It’s no shame to know you’re needy as the world grinds you down.
	Like the hourglass of time, like dust into the ground.

Everybody has a burden, everybody has a cross – to bear
And it’s bad when you keep tryin’, no one seems to show – they care
Every person on the earth has some, tragedy and pain
Even David and his sons with all their fame.  

All my Gospel friends may tell me, now insert some faith and joy – some hope
But the blues don’t turn around that fast, may take some time to cross – that mote
In the 33 years of life, the suffering servant saw
He identified the pain and felt it all.  

	So don’t let someone push you, past the pace that He provides
	He don’t care about a smiley face ,  but the bitter truth it hides
	It’s no shame to have the blues, ‘cause you know you’re not alone
	It’s a long and dusty road to the throne.  	

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Someone behind the door

There is someone that knocks on my door every night,
when the darkness and the cold freeze my soul.
He does not say anything, just gives me his hug.
I try to see into his eyes but the weariness closes my eyes and my dreams 
chase him away. 

I will try many years to make him friend,
but he is my greatest Fear...

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It is not far away nor is it near
Its treasures are lost because of fear

Where men of the time are fully made
Gladiators are they without blood or frail

Where can it be that I mayest see
O! My mind enrobed in majesty

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The Myth of "End"

What is a start and what is an end?
There's only one start end no end!
Start begins with first sight of the world...
And then end never comes,
Only scenes are changed-
Link by link.
Only thoughts are chaned-
Feelings remins.
Yet difference is that;
Some takes are small,
And some are chained longlasting.
A Question arises...
Then why we say-
This is going to end.
Thant's only to satisfy ourselves
That the vicious circle is end.
But we forget!!!
Circle never ends.

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Take it to heart when someone says,
" Hard work is honest living! "
My ma used to say it in a convincing voice,
when we gathered around the table
for many delicious meals;
and we couldn't start eating
before saying, " Grace "...
" My children, God gave this to us,
and must be always thankful
that He provides for us! " 

" Hard work is honest living ",
I won't forget this proverb so rooted in truth...
as I go through life with each blessing;
if we forget to thank God, all our days,
we deliberately ignore the wonderful gift
given to us through His kindness!
Lift up your praying eyes, and see what's worth;
simply make that commitment!
And remember that everything we have received so far,
was the persistent prayers of a firm believer like ma!   

Very few people believe in these words,
" Hard work is honest living! "
They like getting paid for something,
which was done by somebody
who had a different set of beliefs,
and that credit they didn't deserve,
because not even an ounce of sweat perspired 
from their cool skin by not using their hands! 
Be glad to perform your job with full honesty;
every dollar you'll earn, will make you proud!

Unfold your banner, you fearless laborer;
there's no shame in doing odd jobs: 
your head must be held high and your righteous heart
must rejoice before God for your integrity!
Your children will pick up your yoke and carry on
that tradition, so that no farmer and carpenter would feel inferior;
and where would their food come from?
And how their house would be built without the strength of the builder?  
Think quickly:  laziness makes the idle mind depend on someone else;
look around yourself, which one prospers:  the lazy one or the hard-working one?

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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There was the hunger
and suicide.
In favor of my brutal truth
or virtue of my failure,
I do not want any comments on my trauma.
Morality has a dubious equation
with power, provoking my anger.

The days were full of abandoned kilns.
No more shaping of containers
in which one can put the moon,
and honey and roses.
Everything was turning brown
with infinite, sulphur smelling teeth 
ready to bite into golden flesh.

Convicts behind the walls were playing
with mirrors to throw the light on slick
towers. Death was laughing, waiting on the trees,
eating black berries.
And I was forced to taste the blood of sky
with sodium –
in sanctum sanctorum.


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filing for divorce

Agony, bitter contempt.
Destruction, eternally forgotten. 
Gasping, hindered instincts.
Just killing lilies. 
Metallic needles overture perfected. 
Quiet raindrops splash underneath. 
Vulnerable wasteland. 
X-chromosome, Y-chromosome, zero-defect!

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The mirror

I looked in the mirror 
Life was drawing on my face 
Happiness and sorrows
Lines engraved 
My own moments
Lost in time 
Deep experiences
Dug in my skin.

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Secret love

Loneliness knocked on my door tonight once again 
but when she came inside and saw you 
she was jealous and left us alone. 
Our night is here. 
I close my eyes. 
I open my hug and I try in the darkness to touch you. 
My lips half open waiting for your kiss. 
The dream has started. 
One life begins 
Another is cooling. 
I hide the dream. 
It is mine. 
My secret dream is living just for me and you every night. 
If I try to share that with you during the day 
I am afraid that I will lose it forever. 
You are my night fairy. 
When the day comes you go, 
but I know that tomorow night 
I will wait for you in my dream again. 
My secret love for you is alive every night 
And I am... 

A happy night dreamer

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Who I Am

Me I am not a trip I am a journey
I am not a snack I'm a full course meal[dessert included]
I am not a girl I'm a growing woman
I am the vibrant , beautiful and might I say smart
I am not the old I am the new begining
I am the growing woman of color brown sugar that's me
I am the music i'm the rhyming of time you know
I am one of the many music notes
From every mountain side freedom will ring in my ears
Me i'm not the taste I am a blend of many herbs and spices
To me my people we are the melody of a thousand notes
NO ONE and I mean NO ONE can tell me what i can and can't do
Just because I am not just a word I'm the whole library
I am not a aplanet i am the universe BABY
Hear me sing, hear me talk , can't nobody take my walk
I am not the regular i'm the supreme
Do you really want to know who I am
I am sweet, beautiful, and intelligant
I am my ancestors, my mom, sister, and brother
BUT if you really must know who I am ........I am ME

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Small things were
witness to genes
of freak mutation.
Tooth in eye
becoming boat in blindness.

Witch hazel
fails to stop leakage.
Thumb with beads of lymph
stung high in stillness,
wants to peel off
the concept of injury.

A brace
stops the smile.
Blue-chips have nothing to offer.
A king had hemophilia.
Timbers drip the blood
from heartwood
drop by drop.


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I See the World Upside Down

I see a flame burning in a river
I see a rainbow twinkling in the sky
I see the moon throwing moonly radiations
I see a fish, rather at the high.

Yes, I see the world upside down!

I sleep at noon, I wake at night
I sleep by sitting, I sit by lying
I sleep with my almirah serving as my bed
I sleep only in the daylight’s shed.

Yes, I see the world upside down!

I befriend the lizard
I detest rabbit
I blow up my chair
And the water I’d kick

Yes, I see the world upside down!

I know you from the bottom
Unamused by your ‘out’
I know what you think
Ignoring up your shout.

Yes, I see the world upside down!

I could see anything, what you hides
I could sense the truth behind your ‘pleasant’
I could see you fooling, hiding your smiles
Beware of me whenever I am present.

‘Coz, I see the world upside down!!!

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We’re sought  by Satan of that I’m sure
As he plots to derail our soul.
Greed, hate, lust, anger and fear
Are deeds which facilitate his coal.

He smiles at lies, cheating and theft
He laughs at never-ending war.
He drools to conquer the hearts of man
Shadowing every window and door.

Tempting all with unclean pleasures
His success is weakness and desire.
We triumph only through the power of faith
Avoiding eternal torment and fire.

Goodness and evil illustrate life
Like the two sides of  every coin.
Most can’t help but experience both
As we learn who to trust, follow and join.

Praise our Lord for morals and ethics
The laws of  heavenly command.
Without God’s armor and his grace
We become the distortion of man.

By Tom Zart

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my husband

I know I can't live without you
I wouldn't want to
I mean this, so much
I am humble
I am in love you 
I am in LOVE  with you
nothing is in between us now
it's just you and me
and a cigarette
some dogs
some bills
so why are we not all over each other?
I've not forgotten you
have you forgotten me?
I'm gonna finish this poem
I'm gonna quit talkin and wantin 
and I'm 

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My prayers seem to echo
To the stars
Unheard by You, 
That's how I feel
I feel wrapped by darkness
Frustrated obscurity
Nothings seems clear
Nothing is real
Crying in a corner
My prayers resonate
To the hollow end of the night
Again and again
My divine moments turn into dead silence
No ears to listen, no mouth to speak
The kaleidoscope has settled into crystal vision
My astral journeys are now touchable skies
Cold stony nights
The stars were beautiful
They were pearls of sky
They were sequins to the soul
Suspended up high
Now they taste like fire
Their skin is untouchable
They're frigid, frozen, stoned
Lacking soul and mind
I feel so disconnected
From the other world
I feel alone
My soul's screams unheard
Tell me why I feel this way…
Thrown into the city
When all what kept me alive
Was Your ethereal comfort?
Tell me why… 
Tell me why I feel like You left me out
When I know more than anyone else that you are always there
Tell me why I feel like a barrier is built
And I can see You no more…
I know You are there
I know that You can hear me
But tell me why, I feel like I'm alone…
I'm bleeding to death
Please make the pain vanish
Take it away
Just like you used to
My world has just been halved
I'm on the other side—
Trapped undersea 
I'm losing my breath
I feel more real
Than ever before
I'm in a parallel universe
Lacking a spirit
Lacking a soul, a mind—the essence
I cannot live
Please have me back
There still is hope—
I'm still intact
Guide me into
My original track
Give me breath
Don't turn Your back…

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Goodness must overrule absolute evil
Though there’s nothing worse than war.
Sometimes we have no alternative option
Except to kill or be killed as before.

The best of plans can go amiss
With uncertainties till the first shots are fired.
As generals plot their path toward victory
It’s up to the wounded, the fallen and tired.

It’s not how strong or athletic you are
That decides who is blessed to return.
Those who survive are a product of luck,
And our prayers and support they’ve earned.

War seems to peel the veneer off society
Exposing our villain within.
A crazy obsession to rule over others
By death, destruction and sin.

The mayhem of conflict is a ongoing scourge
Robbing man from intended glory.
The hinge of history swings in all directions
As the madness of war tells its story.

By Tom Zart


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Snow Leached

All brimming crystal drizzled earth frazzled glory hugged;
Icicles jousting kaleidoscopic light, meets
Natures overfrosted pinnacled quiverings.
Raining snow tumults us, Life-like vanities: 
Waning xylems' younger zeniths 

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Food to eternity

And you small human being who really will know that you were here? 
After three generations you will be deleted from human memories. 
Who will know that you have passed from the earth?  
Time is the killer of  all the memories.
And the natur is your killer. 

Don't try to understand. 
Try to give, 
and share.
Life is always bitter sweet 
get only what gives to you. 
If you want more you will never be happy. 

Your life is the beginning from your end. 
Nature does not recognize you as personality, 
You are a piece of the puzzle of life. 
You are not all the puzzle. 
Your mission is just  to give life and food to eternity. 
And the eternity is the reason that you exist.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved

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One day you will arrive.
Night will enter in your pores,
in your bones,
like a baby trapped in a borewell,
crying, striking,

On each table, salt moaned
for a classical taste.
A pink moon was smothered
in a virgin bed.
Death walked in a sensual style.

A black discharge continued
from the areolae.
Botox failed to uplift
the sagging breasts.
A thallium capsule broke on tongue.

There was no suicide note.


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My favorite poet is God above
Who gives Earth its rhythm and rhyme.
Not pied pipers of misguided souls
Who promote distrust, hatred and crime.

Poetry is nature serenading in song
The peaceful roar of the oceans waves.
The wind through the trees and over the hills
And the flowers in the fields by the graves.

The sound of rain as it waters the thirsty
The songs of children at play in the park.
The far off rumble of trains or thunder
As they pass through the night in the dark.

The joy of our babies first words and steps
The passion of life with its heroes and clowns.
The on going struggle to survive our sins
As we proliferate in hamlets and towns.

My favorite poet is our father of love
Who was first to know us before birth.
His poetry prolongs every thing we love
As his deliverance gives life its worth.

By Tom Zart

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It surrounds everyone at least twentyfour- seven. 
Some even say that it's the key to the gates of Heaven. 
Most acknowledge it with anger or fear. 
While others claim that they don't want to hear. 
People have said that this can set you free. 
It's also been known as something that you don't want to see. 

It has been denied as a means to conceal, 
What's really happening or how you really feel. 
It comes in many colors,all shapes, and sizes. 
It's given as meaningful gifts or as evil surprises. 
This is something that everyone, at least once, has tried to hide. 
Whether to conceal guilt or to gain strength for their side. 

No matter if business or personal, everyone needs to know. 
Without it, you can't be sure, in which way do you go. 
It has been taken to court and has been hidden in the facts. 
It's been altered severely to cover evil or malicious acts. 
Most people can't take it, no matter what the case. 
While others don't understand why the truth is;"SO HARD TO FACE".

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Why did not you
cross the black river
and remained innocent ?
Unhealed, failed inside, broken and honest ?

You won the race,
the space, the heaven.
Moving away to the farthest blackness.
Your god sits crosslegged, clotting.

Brown hands on white shoulders, boneless
move in circle. Deportation
of words opens the green wounds.
Birds carry the snow on the wings.

I was confused, wanted to love
my broken vowels, for absolute you and me.
The baby face pops up again
in my perfection, speechless.


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One final leap
from high solitude
into city of dusk,
takes you to presence
of charred remains
of a fallen god.

A housewife moves in the kitchen
to prepare a farewell dinner
for the encounter of fatal descent.

A paranormal parting
to comeback to body of truth,
as you pick up your words.

Space odyssey in eyes,
palms folding,
to receive the punishment.

No complaints, no grieving
conclusion of foregone stopping.
A line will start from a dot.


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From Alpha To Zeta

A beetle contemplates death- with babies, each one, him reborn. Fortunately, love's peace, gives no yearning or felt angst. Hell arrives, in a spray can's mist. Instant genocide, heaven's unreached. Jury is out. Are we thought, chosen ones? Knowledge born, burdensome considerations; love, death, heaven, hell, words to ponder, ever on. Many black sleepless nights, given forth to glum despair Nothingness envelops thin stratospheres of our nightmares Only the smallest, yearning, wet, wisp of faith, forces breathing. Perhaps our knowing is the endless curse that haunts the waiting tomb. Queries beget more queries; answers spread through this cold blind universe. Restitution gnaws our psyches. Payments owed; is our birth's down payment due? Shall I nest, and invest in dreamed endeavors. What might this cost of faith become? Tell the damned author of this foul agreement. Compensate me for my heartbreak's dirge! Universe be damned! What are my rights? The sweet repose of an insect, now dead with peace? Venus lured me, walking like a lemming, strait into her soft, intricate, deceitful web. With hot, glowing heart and boyish grin, I felt the sticky, cotton candy of her lying smile. Xenophobia strikes me swift, while I view my reflection within my lover's hot demon stares You, this life's ultimate reward, this drab, unasked for existence; love, vicious and unrequited. Zeus! I see you in the fog, no more myth than I. Let me join you in the pungent mist, a happy beetle.

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In the service of flesh
new vision was perfecting a cult;
silence was going home.

It was not there 
freedom of defense for bread, but
I must pay the price of hunger.

The oblique afterthought
compelled by nocturnal infidelity
picks up the black threads,
minute by minute.
Death was very genial.

Comes silently behind the cacti -
across the intelligent green.
One has to pay for touching greatness.

The thoughts will never go
from the unwinking eyes.
I was listening to the footsteps.



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You put up a price on all
the gifted items.
I was not ready to pay back in dreams.
Wanted to tell you
without telling.
Lips to lips we talk of a stillborn
space which does not crack.
Betraying the anger, words feel sick.

I was trying to decipher the moist
corners of eyes.
I will wait till sunset, when
I will call for the night and take off
my shadows and drop petals
one by one and come out
in hot sun to receive the
burns of hatred.

It was not easy. Tulips were in full bloom
and my tracks were warm.
There were false shades
all around the garden.


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Life's Jolts

After baring concern
Developing each focus
Grasping, holding it,
Jumping, karma lives,
Moving nowhere over
Preparing quaint replies,
Sweet tastes, unkind,
Visioning with X-rays
Yearlong; zap

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A pink rose was set to strip
letting the leaves fall.

The roots were jealous of a thorn
for stealing the blood from heart.

It was the last page of a book,
no more commas, no full stop.

The dead tongue now  seeks syntax
of the lips that smell like enemies.

Two hard little breasts start a dance
like geraniums on bush.

Between the shadows of thighs
slept the pride.


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Every night in my thoughts i stray
High on a place
Far far away from any trace
And down i look from this place
To see me sleeping at the base

Far i travel in this way
Soon i see no earth no moon
Just a silvery string with me to say
'Come home' while the night is still not day

Far i travel in this way
And then i reach a luminous way
Chrysanthemums so big to blow me away
Strewn all over to welcome me anyway

Then i reach a garden so lush
Red, green, yellow,orange
And other shades never
Seen through the brush

Water that glows with purple and blue
Trees with flowers no leaves to see
Birds so pretty why would ever
Anyone want to leave

To come was neither a choice
Nor was it my choice to leave
But just to wait another day
When day turns night to let me stray

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I’m on my way to greet my master
And shake his hand when I die.
I’m on my way to john sweet Jesus
In his mansion beyond on high.

I’m on my way to escape man’s woes
Where the faithful rise to tell their story.
Following the path of love and compliance.
Guided by God’s magnificence and glory.

As I journey to and from all I love
It hurts to say my absolute goodbye.
I’m on my way to divine fulfillment
But for those left behind, “I cry”.

The Last Goodbye

By Tom Zart
Soldier For The Lord


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The hornets of hell swarm from their nest
Overwhelming all the victims they can.
To sting as many souls as possible
In their destruction of the glory of man.

They murder, rob, rape and plunder
While provoking the meek to submit.
They lie, deceive and mislead
And depend on the world to forget.

Eager to enhance their numbers
They are the cheerleaders of disgrace.
Their agendas of sin must be stopped
For the betterment of each race.

Endless is God’s test of time
To measure man’s spiritual worth
Unwholesome deeds tempt us all
Festering in the repugnance of earth.

The hornets of hell are on the hunt
In all directions by day or night.
The Armor of God shields man’s soul
And gives us our resolve to fight.

The champions of heaven in rapture await
To see who will stumble and fall.
They watch us struggle, in our world of woe
As they pray we will heed, God’s call.

Fools declare we must hide from view
And leave the hornets of hell alone
But when we ignore the liabilities of life
The failings of man become, our own.

By Tom Zart

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They manipulated the words
to cross the corridors of essence.
Crib was empty, child was stolen.
At blood stained altar
there was no clue to mystical death.

The contents now matter. Time
displays tools of murder,
snaps the sheet from the bed,
kills the neophyte at water hole,
unsucked breast swells, weeps endlessly.

Apes are coming.
Duplicates look brilliant like novae.
It was becoming crowded. Becoming
was destroying the matter. Fear
moves in water, on the earth.

Faraway a cuckoo sings
a saddest song.
Come, belong to my tears, drops
of my soul’s vessel, kiss the eyes
of planet earth.


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you are mad
you are obligated to lean upon the lord for your strength
your masculant way of worship whispers greatness into her ears
phanoMENal...key word fellas
keep your feet planted by the streams of the lords waters
and watch yourself as you grow
you are blessed to be a blessing
 dont let your downfall be....
her lips , her eyes, her hips and thighs
do you unerstand that the body dies
but the soul lives on
do you understand the lord has your life in his hands
be brave my men dont decieve the gullible
do not play the weak hearted
teach the young ones
bring them up in the way that they should go
oh my boy you should know
right when you are about to fall 
i pray that you remember you are

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The dazzling star
went through me.
I was undemanding
from dusk to dusk
hurting myself, not anybody.

Time to meet my twin,
to set he black on orange.
My guilt, my fear, my foreboding.
Let go off, my sap in the twigs,
fruits were coming down.

Under the guise of innocence
eruptiness entered into non-thought.
One by one snakes unrolled
with black eyes, under the succulent breasts,
the black poison clapping the pink lips.

The dirt was spreading
on the hands of unborn children.
Their eyes searching the seeds.
On dark beads of mother.
Father had been killed in a cave.


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God’s words to Jonah were to preach at Nineveh
A great city from which armies against Israel often came.
Instead he went to Joppa a city by the sea
Where he paid his passage and sailed without shame.

The ship had not gone far before a tremendous storm arose
And the crew became frightened and began to pray.
They threw the cargo overboard to help stay afloat
As they pondered who among them should be cast away?

They chose to draw lots to expose God’s offender.
And the lot fell upon Jonah who ran from his call
The sailors tried their best to bring the ship to shore,
When they failed they pitched Jonah to suffer God’s law.

Jonah’s body hardly touched the waters of the deep
When up came a huge fish, and swallowed him whole.
From within it’s belly he had time to think of his sins
Make peace with God, and purify his soul.

After three days, the fish swam close to shore
Casting up Jonah on dry land unharmed.
Again Jonah heard God’s voice from his heart
Saying save Nineveh from Lucifer’s charm.

Soon after he preached, that Nineveh along with its people
God would destroy unless they turned from their wicked ways.
To his surprise, they listened and repented their sins
And were told by their king to pray for God’s praise.

By Tom Zart

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Snatch or Scratch

Luck! What does it mean
Only those could know it who are keen
And what I think is,
Like an ice-cream coupon may it be seen.

                 Irrespective of deservance
                   Millions of acceptance
                   Everyone is exception
                 Everywhere is deception.

And thus, all of them complaint
But only few or none reframe
Of what they deserve
And what they should gain.

And me?
                        I need to fly
                     But there’s no sky
                      I wanted to catch
                  But resulted to snatch
                   Strange this world is
              That a luck is to be scratched!!!

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Beware of the streams of evil
Feeding the river of no return.
Where whatever gives us pleasure
Is our only worry and concern.

True happiness results from blessings
Handed down from heaven to earth.
God seems to smile on people in love
Who have chosen to share their worth.

Three types of humans occupy earth
The bad, the not so bad and the horrible.
Somewhere in-between, most us are
And our babies are most adorable.

Far too many become disappointing
Mimicking adults as they stretch and grow.
Lost somewhere in self indulgence
In a world they have yet to know.

Thanks to faith and spiritual teachings
Multitudes follow the path of grace.
The righteous are the hope of man
As we journey the dangers of space.

Reject what is selfish, cruel and unkind
Steer clear of evil deeds without fear.
Listen to the voice of  God in man
And  you’ll remain more civilized and clear.

By Tom Zart

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An angry man opens his mouth
And shuts his mind to reason 
He who stays slow to anger 
Is loved by more each season.

Anger snuffs the lamp of thought
And it's hard to stay serene.
Where anger rules, hatred thrives,
Then the world we love turns mean.

He who fans the coals of hate
Has no reason to complain, 
If some hot sparks scorch his face,
His anguish is thus his pain.

Anger is a human madness 
Which consumes the heart and mind.
He who rules his spirit with love, 
Shall be praised by all mankind.

By Tom Zart 

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Forget you not ( front side)

Hey girl or hey love its all one in the same, i do have feelings but along the way i 
forgot the name. but please keep in mind i remember the times and above all 
else i remember the smile, the smile thats yours when it`s focused on me. 
something is busting loose but i can keep it in chains please i lie and i know it i 
don`t want to hold back you`re stronge enough for the two of us so you say no. i 
flow to off beats of hearts old and young, maybe you can open yours and i can 
flow to you. maybe another day another time another letter, nahh i think it`s about 
to come out now. 
the first time we met i wasn`t sure if you got down a smile ear to ear with lips 
chocolate brown. i didn`t wonder till later would you inhale with me and let me 
stuff your blunt with my L-O-V-E, most definitly we can get higher than the clouds 
that watch the sin shared between you and i. can`t really say i know much about 
you, can`t really say you know much about me. the meaning of my journey is to 
find true love, but at times i wonder do i know what love is. deliver them from evil 
and deliver us from me, i`ve been told i share forbidden love so stay away please.
i remember the letters and how they started off, hey girl whats up with you. i`m 
just chillin never illin because i got that can do feelin. yes i can do it, but only if i 
wanted. maybe i just tell myself that because i can`t stand to fail nor do i stand to 
fall, ain`t that a hoot because we fall to stand and stand to be taller; look at me 
don`t i stand out. i must be out of my mind to write this way, lets go out on a date 
out on the town let the night pass and slip outta this world. whoa look out i think i 
fell in some love, but i don`t think she noticed so lets move on.


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Between the yellow moon
and black stones
pours the river of mourning
in maze of silent night.

At the top of the world –
blue eyes were buried live,
under the incense of palaces.
They stood, unmoved in the corridors of metal tracks.

Mowed down with concrete,
lights had gone from the windows.
Unlit walls returned the legends.
Dictators deferred the hanging -

Of truth. Decided to live in glass house
for sometime. Lilies were growing between the graves.
A green dagger was splitting open the wounds
of mirrors in shame and fear.


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Glaring Hope

I wake up from my sleep, and still it is dark
I looked around, but its silence that only bark
The world seems to stop, being somewhere lost
I pinched me hard, to end the nightmare
But the wound prevailed in my skin so bare.
I walked out and saw the stars fading
I found moon, behind the clouds, hiding
I waited waited, but there seem no end
Of the stillness, for the movement ahead.
The time is too busy to bring any transition
The height, it seems, has lost its culmination
The road, perhaps, is looking for the destiny
The future might be, searching for some testimony.

I here, stand all by my own
No one to be seen, nowhere to go
Hoping for the world to move ahead
Praying to the present to be once more glad;
To erase the dark, and move into a new light
To retrieve itself, and let the birds sing happily
But my prayers remain unanswered
Everything everywhere seems cadaverous.
Everything is quenched, save one thing
The hope that glows in my heart so deep.

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A barefoot child dresses eagerly
Forgetting greater harm
Interested just knowing life
Magical nights only prey
Quietly recalling stories
Tracing unknown visions
Without xenophobia 
Yearning zero

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Last night
moon was following me
skirting behind the trees.

A white splendor
like a dropped coin
on poor’s hand.

Did you see the blood
on roses?
The petals were wounded
in rain.

Casual violence
spreads in the streets.
I write a very hurt


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forget you not (back side)

can i slip you a note and slip out of these clothes better yet i`ll just change 
clothes. change clothes change me with a pocket of change and a pocket of 
dust, beware the dust my friend`s the sand man. hey you could you pass this on 
to myfriend, oops she touched it i think she passed right out, quick pass me a jar 
in this i`ll keep my friend if not she`ll pass outta my world and outta my hands. no 
longer in my world she`s outta my hands, so now i stand up to be seen or fall to 
stand down. i`m going down when it`s all over so i`m going to stand tall now and 
slip into a world of a god greater than i. here i am love you can take my hand or 
stay in the one you are in, but here`s a small tale believe it or not either hand you 
choose are both hand in hand there is a new contender on the field in the battle 
of good and evil take my hand and we`ll ignore them both. good and evil angelic 
spies tell on me, they`ll give me a break but i won`t clam down. i`m on the path of 
destruction and thats not a tall tale, if i asked you to choose would you hop on or 
bail. it`s real LOVE no matter the choice you choose because we all have a fear 
of dyin too soon.

"Just a thought"

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Cooking with God

Not only do i walk with God i cook with God. Everybody say's walking with God is 
great I agree, but have you tried cooking with God. You haven't well here's a 
recipe for you.
                                   GOD AND YOU POT LUCK

1 big helping serving of God
1 love
1 friendship
an everyday prayer
everyday worship
singing the gospel
loving each other as he loved you
1 Holy spirit
1 Jesus his only son
and 1 you

Walk with God everyday of your life and whatever it is you do, do it with God. Pray 
with a lot of love and being thankful for everything. Remember to love your 
neighbors as well as your self. If your not walking with God and you want to then 
take  a walk around the block and everyday take a longer walk with him. Always 
pray in his name his son, and the holy spirit. Also never be ashamed of your self 
he made you perfect the way he meant for you to be, he loves you the way you 
are, and he created you for his pleasure.

"Blessed are those who trust in the lord........
They are like trees planted along a riverbank, with
roots that reach deep into the water. Such trees
are not bothered by the heat or worried by long 
months of drought. Their leaves stay green, 
and they go right on producing delicious fruit."
Jeremiah 17:7-8(Nlt)
combine all and serve

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My ABC's in 2007

Blind Bushs'
Crude callous
Debauched democracy,
Fabricated facts
Garnering grizzly
In Iraq.
Jaundiced justified
Of other
To those
United ultras'
Vaporous vapid
World with

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Over at the capital the master makes his plans
while the cronies at the mansion put money in his hands.
  Me I'm standing over here having me a fit
  everywhere I go I got no place to sit.
So I steady look around there's nothing else to do
to me it's so ridiculous nothing else seems true.
  It's all about diversion to hide what's going down
  the whole world is dysfunctional and we're a bunch of clowns.
The bible thumping preacher says it's the dark ones evil ways
and if we do it like he says we'll see a better day.
  Why is it there's a service charge am I looking at a play
  if I don't have the price it cost do I have to go away?
The blacks all stick together, Hispanic people too
the whites all act like they don't care there's nothing they can do.
  If I cut you with my knife what do you think I'll see
  I'll be damned if it ain't blood just the same as me.
Is that Mr. Jenkins the neighbor down the street
look at that he works so hard he can barely lift his feet.
  Look at over there that's the son of Mr.Chin
  it's twelve o: clock at night they're asking where he's been.
It seems we all need people, it seems to be the way
but there's so many of us we can't get away.
  Over population is it simple as all that
  or is it all a nightmare underneath our hat.
The puppeteer is crouching staying out of sight
with his fingers up his puppets ass with his voice he can recite.
  Does it really have to be this way is there nothing we can do
  I know my ass is hurting hows yours feel to you?

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time of death

CA dence
SUD den LY
time of death: 1:47

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Reality Show

Thoughts bring dreams.
Dreams bring desires.
Desires bring passions.
Passions bring dependencies.
Dependencies bring thoughts, 
in a struggle dominion without end.
That is love
That is reality
That is life
That is madness
But if you feel that...
You are alive! 

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved

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Strange it looks,
some one crying on winning a race.
He was o loser and a victor.

After such a long fight,
what is left on a banished field ?
broken skulls and roaring laughter,
Everything was crushed under falling snow
of ruthlessness.

And over the fire hangs a skeleton
of past.
The real truth again hides in the
Survivor’s eyes.
There is no witness of any crime.

The court adjournd and the symbolists
Justice has come for a sale.
The highest bidder will get the chair
Now will begin the layered aches
in heart.


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one day

one day the sun lifted into the sky.
as the rays of shine skipped,
and drifted by.
i was lifted high.
to open my eyes.
not ten seconds old,
as i witness my demise.
we're all born to die.
so dont morn and cry.
one mans fall, 
is another mans rise.
in the world of the upperhand.
you have to listen, and understand.
and not fall for the damn disguise.
i here the call of the wise.
through my ears .
its so clear ,
it brings tears,
to the balls of my eyes.
im not here to fear my ride.
im here to shift gears,
and just steer and drive.
i stand alone.
defending my home.
against all of your lies.
i was made to fly.
through my dreams
i spread my wings and fly.
put on my hat,
pat your back,
then i'm saying goodbye.
cause the suns gonna rise,
then its gonna fall.
bringing darkness to the sky,
to divide us all.
keep a spark in your eyes,
rise, and stand tall.
cause live or die,
this endless ride
can't kill us all

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More ABC's

An amusing attempt at alphabet
babble:  Beginning by
caramel croonings coming
delightfully down drains
ejecting embryonic
flatulent foolishness.

Grandiose gobbledygook
hatched hastily
into idioms indicating
just junk.

Keening karmic
language languidly liberated
matching mainly myopic magpies
nattering narcissistically.

Opine on, oh onerous one !!
Perhaps provoking philosophic
quoted quirky questions
resembling recent ramblings
spewed sporadically
to taunt Tiny Tim.

Unbelievable !!
Veritable vapidity
working well-worn Webster

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Don’t go brutal in the veins 
blood is diluted
life has become complex. 
Barefoot truth walks,
in the sun without shadows.
We are beaten by lies.
The caste aside had a carnal thrust,
and the stars were weeping.

I will die of a primordial death one day.
What is the central theme, of present life ?
It has no nuances, only the numerical strength of passions. 
Question marks are leaving,
an omnipresent stink everywhere.

An awakening without,
a flame does not inspire
a hidden defeat of haloed touchstone.
I will go for a swim,
in the dead sea to taste,
the salt of all the white moons. 
How would our forefathers
know the masks?

Satish Verma

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The Only Way

Things should never have gotten this far
so fu@ked up, so washed up 
laid out on some dirty bar

Head kicked in
from whiskey and gin
but then again who hasn't been
fu@ked up, stabbed in the back by some closest friend

Take one down, sing so loud
choke it down, fight so proud
but in the end only the fu@ckers win in this game
no amount of drinks will ever erase that shame
oh what a shame
what a shame

Things should have gone better in the end
but then again when has it ever been
fair or right at the end of the night
guess it lasts forever in an endless fight

But along the way
to my dismay
all that ever helps it go away
is a swig and a chug and full-out binge
pass some more and i'll pass out loud
i'll crash so damn hard, i'll take it like a man
drink so much until it's impossible to stand
but i'm sure i'll fall and when i do
i'll hit so hard that i'll forget about you
and everything will be just so fu@king fine.

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Reality Sometimes Hits Hard

There will be times in your life when you wonder where you are
Seeking direction from that Northern most star
Where do you go when it begins to crumble and fall
What happens when you can no longer stand tall
When all your dignity is stripped away
No where will you be welcomed to stay
Doors that were once opened, now slam in your face
What happens when you can't seek refuge in that special place
All of a sudden, in the blink of an eye, you lose it all
A vision once so clear is now opaque through a crystal ball
Where does life take you from here
Everything is so distant you once held so dear
When the deck is dealt, who has the better cards
This all happens when reality hits hard

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I missed the heartbeats for a vessel of stars, 
while death was always near, 
circling the house.

The network of sorrow, 
beams to world.
Can symmetry of pain 
provide a plank for the sinking mind?
I cannot hold the curling smoke of a tainted fact. 
The fear, the anxiety, 
empowers the animal look.

An uncovered seed sprouting into 
tiny root on my hand
starts a conspiracy. 
People talk about the meditation,
and senile body shrinks. 
There is a song above the sorrow and
freedom from the assassination of ideologies. 
Hold my arm !


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One drudge thru day after day 
Thought pressed on all sides
By common and uncommon trails and tribulations
Oppression of many diversity and different things
Follow in the content of their hearts 
Being driven by that inner sprit
That yeaning for the completion and the far fill meant
Of the content of the heart
Which comes with completion of all 
Like a carrot golden and ripe
That caused you to presses on 
And  insure that you done fail 
Surely, you press on 
Hope in for  things wished for 
And things promises 
Promises make thru the holy sprit 
Promises that never disappoint. 

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Poetry is one of Earth’s oldest arts
Practiced long before words of print.
Every race had its masters of verse
In caves, huts cabins, or tent.

Stories in verse were handed down
From one generation to another.
The first told of love, war and more
And how to survive each other.

As man became more civilized
He could not help but wonder within.
Verse then took on a deeper meaning
With stories of faith, superstition, and sin.

The act of reciting became in demand
As verse began to advance
Every tribe, city, town and village
Had someone who gave words romance.

Today’s poets are on the World Wide Web
Though many seem spiritually ill.
Thank heaven for all who still have God’s gift
To compose, teach, comfort, and fulfill.
By Tom Zart
Most Published Poet
On The Web

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Soul Sacrifice

The loneliness makes bigger the animal that you have inside 
And then you search for a refuge, a hug to hide.
Life is a deceit, an infertile solitude without a hug.
The passions increase and strengthen the despair of loneliness.
Then you get the bottle in your hands.
You sacrifice your soul for a few moments of untrue companionship.
The drink makes you see life as you like it to be and not as it exists in reality.
The alcohol is not more than madness in a bottle
But you sometimes like to feel more alive and crazy than alive and dead.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved

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Shakespeare, perhaps the greatest writer in history,
In his day was known as a master of good plays.
The theater gave him the freedom to create
And in turn he put hearts and souls a blaze.

Far from the world of the stage
Shakespeare was born in April of 1564.
In the little English town called Stratford
With several sisters and brothers after and before.

All the boys went to the same grammar school
As soon as they could read and write.
  Where the only subject taught was Latin
Which was of little use to those born bright. 

At 18 he married a woman named Anne Hathaway
Who was 8 years older than he.
The daughter of a neighboring farmer 
Who bore his children, with twins, made three.

In 7 years he was a successful actor
After starting his career at 21.
Only the best actors found work in London
And by the grace a God Shakespeare was one.

Many actors of the period were playwrights
And Shakespeare was one of the best.
His greatest success was Henry VI,
Which placed him above the rest.

Shakespeare turned to another kind of writing
 When because of a plague London theaters had to close.
He wrote two narrative poems greatly admired by the critics
 Though to be famous as a poet, he never wanted or chose.

 He in stead, turned back to the life of the stage
As soon as the theaters reopened again.
He joined an acting company until he retired 
Writing plays for the Chamberlain’s Men.

Shakespeare died in 1616
And was buried in his local church back home.
Where he had been baptized 52 years before
 He lies in his grave silent and alone.

By Tom Zart
Most Published Poet 
On The Web

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Long night will start the pincer movement;
pyrexia is rising.
Something like an extraterrestrial hand
digs deep in the mind to open the tomb
to unravel the tragedy of nuts and bolts
which could not fix
the mutation of the hour of death.

Dark blinking lashes of soul
measures the cliffs of silence
and then pours the hot red 
vermilion in parted wisdom of sky.

The clang of bones again penetrates
the liver. The green flaming jelly of
innocent bellies.
The hyacinth is choking the village pond
hiding the corpses of precious flowers
with green blood.

One day foundation of skeletons will build a 
temple of hope.


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Night was descending
on the tonsured heads,
terracotta robes,
clasping the palms, hiding the seeds
of earth.

Against a ban on lips
for belonging truly.
Blissful. The squids settle in the weeds
of overbrimming sea of arms.

Blood was red, brown and pale.
oozing from the slit eyes,
soaking the green voices, herbs and sad kisses.
In the death, your name will be engraved on your shoes.

The steps were small 
but shadows were very long on the ice.
The stings unflawed, did their job.
Suddenly you go
in anaphylactic shock.


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-- Distant Shores

Twilight song of a cuckoo
taps the window softly.
Gothic tree and drooping sky
humble my thoughts.
Past was me.
I will know then
why your hills turned away my clouds
by shifting sands.

Was it a colossal guilt of tomorrow?
Which never wanted to become present
and enter my house.
But my memory was sharp
and days were numbered.

I wanted to invite the death discreetly
while praising the life and listening to birds
without dropping the history
from my crooked fingers.

Between yourself and myself
a sea was surreptitiously raging.
The waves were dividing the shores.


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He was asking for, at least,
a passive euthanasia.

Rage or hostility
was giving pain to phantom limbs.
Race puts forth,
a trembling version
of ethnic choice.
A piped dream
which never took off.

On middle of the road
a dragon rumbles,
hissing flames.
Something not on the left
not on the right.
Cannot keep the sky open.
Nothing moves now,
not even leaves of a lone tree.

There was a random cry
unheard in the aloneness of fire.


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Homeless wanderer
my bohemian moon.
I continue my journey
till the clouds manipulate.

Crisp sky favours the stars
in dark night of gloom
of your failed promises,
and my goddess of ruin.
self-deception was a great relief !

Golden praise can do no harm.
You were targeting the great sentences,
and easy flows the river under sun,
there was nothing left in the desert
and slowly burns the cauldron of craft.

That sudden spurt of rage and tears,
strangle of dreams, roses and hopes.
My empty hands, white skin, leafy eyes
Why ? Am I tremendous, expanding like sea ?


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As if my inner sound was demanding
take me for
meiosis ;
I want to break into many daughter things.

Half my genes
half my color
partly male
partly female
disowning the boundaries,
my lasting pain of grief and anguish
becomes an androgynous god.

I hear the voices in brain
I see the nebulous thoughts dancing
I touch the fallen tears
from faceless eyes.

All my thoughts are leading to void
coming from nowhere
going to nowhere,
I am water and I am sand !


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The template had the fault,
I was buried alive.
Brick by brick they erected the cell
around me.
I could see only the reflection
of a moon at night
in my glass of water.

During the day sun peeped through the cracks,
was hurting and very disturbing,
forming a skull and crossed bones
on the walls.

I watched a piece of sky
as a hub of pallisades.
I planted a word in that hole.

After one seed, there were many
echoes. Starting in the distant hills.
I was rising in red fog.


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Open Space

How far and open is space
Does the sky above hide his face
When the heavens roll back 
The stars fall like apples from a tree
What shall we see

He hung the earth upon nothing
Calls the stars by name
Not one fails to appear before him
Light he has brought to the darkness
Darkess of space runs and hides

How great is the Lord's creation
Can a man's mind behold all
I think not in flesh
For in spirit is best for us to see

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Thank you for your songs

To all  the wonderful folks on this site, the real poets:

When you sing your words
you seem to get me right
placing words into a sentence just so 
a sentence that  would take me all nite

I read and I'm not alone
I talk too much, alot
trying maybe too hard 
to get myself across

How do you do it?
putting to paper your thoughts, so near?
pain, love, redemption, contentment
every emotion, every tear?

You make words lovely for my eyes
Secret somethings to hold close
words I think about while driving
words from friends that I don't know 

Thank you sweet friends
I don't express enough
but I believe I really see you
and your words make me loved 

Some of you are truly brilliant
Some of you are plainly true
But like me, I think, you are all calling
I hear you


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In the shell lies the eye of a dark sea
I call for a boat in delirium.
Waves drown the hunger of a climax.
I do not know where all the gulls have gone?

Time slips like flesh between the knuckles
and an extra pain of your separation.
I am shipwrecked on the slopes of whispers
and don’t want to have a second death.

Looking back at the years
as a sentence in exile,
I never reached the home.
Ultimately you need the hunchback to
climb the stairs.


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Symbols are true, because they are there.
Your solemn ache
proud of failure
traces a circle.
Dark and eternal, in all its purity
punishment becomes an award for life.

It is not difficult to know
whether a god exists.
You commit suicide to become a god.

Inoculating falsehood
dying daily unto death was not my pitch.

Your mind breaks the moon in dark,
into hundred bright crumbs.
Each bit becomes a metaphor
To shock the garden.


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Trapped in your body
a city starts

The master has broken off
a huge iceberg.

An Antarctica is burning
like hermitage
from the spark of a red robe.

Lips are riddled
with lies.
No face is left
to smile.

Ruthless with the words
and meanings,
they have manipulated the winds.

The puppets
have come to stop
in complete silence.


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Have not asked much,
still attached to you with subtleties,
I wanted freedom from you,
For removing stings from the flesh.

Anxiety was the darkest color
of floating buds on lake.
Sitting on the edge of panic,
I started counting the waves.

Mixed emotions always subtract a smile
Just lonely, I went for the swim in rimless agony.
Have not heard much of you in ages.
Still memories crop up for a while.
I wanted nemesis from you.

Talking of blue and white clouds
love has many moods.
Devastated by a burning moon
I was wishing a watery burial.


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Her Assets

Your walk is hurried, your look critical
For a woman your age, that is so typical
Your motto is live by the sword, die by the sword
You only practice this when you're bored
On your crazy days, you blame the heat
On your calm days, you just came off the streets
You are clever in your own pathetic way
Giving the boys just enough so they continue to play
Never giving them what they really want, just what they need
Some coke, a joint or a little speed
You stay out at night and sleep in the day
Twenty two and under you mold the boys like clay
Getting caught up in the moment brings out your wild side
You tell the boys, no cash, no go, no ride
Everything that goes up must come down
You make certain that every time your feet are planted safely on the ground
Your potential is there so you want to let it out
With the local boys, you carry all the clout
You use what you got, to pay for your desires
But as far as emotions go, there really is no fire
The sword has now been drawn and will be planted deep
I wonder how well you really sleep
I believe you have no regrets
You hide your liabilities and flaunt your assets

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Hydrangia was in full bloom
when I left.
Machine had failed me,
when I was looking at the 
third eye of the sun
in crimson sky of west.

I was running away from myself
keys were chasing unbroken latches
the moon was yet to be born
in blackness.

The foetus turns
strikes the womb with violent kicks
who was the father of unknown child?

Let’s go and meet in dementia.
Three cheers for the wedding boot
turns the man into a snail.

Death now enters
to cross the threshold of tears
and listen to soulful


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For the fusion of minds
let the long vigil of night begin
for a cultural shock.

Prayer wheels were whirring
The Buddha was going to weep.

Imperial march of hundred
thousand boots in fever
wakens the darkness under the milk.

Famished ghost of a town
can foresee the rumbling of
a dark moon behind the trees.

Bullet for bullet
in inner empire.
Gold lips cry at every reason.

Burnt-out shrine will tell a tale.
They were diluting silence of walls,
blood stained by the crash of towers.


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Could not hold it, put it down.
The words forget you, pass by.
You remain standing on the brink.
Now, now, where to go?

Time avenges, walks on you
and you cannot catch the breath,
to fill the space between life and death
life will not move, death will not stop.
If not ready to live, death will not look like you
you will not look like death.

World changes every thing,
when seeing stops, listening begins
losing threads of me, between you and me
between me and you.
Something grows out of the mud
a new star.

Begins from end, the ending
of beginning. No ending, no beginning.
Timeless, faceless, nameless
groping in void, to catch the alphabets
Peaks are very frightening
Then where is the end ? No end.
This is the end.


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stay out of my leafy bowl...
and my green world...
there's much to much 
to go around~
many worlds
too thin~

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Planet earth,
they have stopped moving with me like clouds,
like trees.
Sap frozen, inertia overtaking
tongues clipped
mouth after mouth black shut.
Toads are croaking.

Incence of hate wafting
from scrolling suicides.
The terrorist is on move
from valley to valley
shrine to shrine
river to river.
Bulls in veils bellowing in dark.

Self-seeking or sensing the history ?
Intentness of kill or empathy of pain ?
Who were the masters hiding behind hills ?
Let me choose my scratchings from unknown pen.
My paper should remain unwritten,
nobody will draw the line
nobody will put the signatures.


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It was dull green
under the weather,
foliage of a tall weeping Ashoka.

All day the sun had beaten down mercilessly
At night, under the shimmering shade of stars
somebody left a body of a  child
wrapped in  a red rag at the foot of the giant, 
where the roots were jutting out from earth like a basket
to receive a birthday present.

A gift from a veiled shame.
Shutting out the breath,
a purple death by asphyxiation
A pink doll: mist draped in dew and flower.
Death was no stranger
among the saints and beasts.

Stone to stone,
stunned me.
I was discovering the life.


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Falling Leaves Down...

The leaves fall down

in particles and pieces

one by one.....

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Faceless fear leaps from the book
I close the chapter.
My ancestors start hovering about my
What did I achieve?
Glorified stones and shining plaques
adorn the garden,
round and round my spirit soars. Are
You listening?
Two things always haunted me. Space
and voices. I searched
my atlas and traced my home which
never was.
Nothing will alter my hurt. I am
afraid to lose my soft eye,
roving smell and final judgement.


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Life invades the truth.
Who cares?
The night was thin,
my eyes will search for stars. 
Now pain travels,
backward from a smile? 
A myth unfolds the terror,
of infinite tomorrows,
an escape from the eternity? 

We will die,
only in our separate truths,
united by untruths. 
Picking our poisonous arrows,
worshipping our griefs,
an invisible hand unclothes our past. 
I ask myself was it the spectre, 
fear of extinction?

Death will not shout,
it comes quietly.
Death by cancer or cirrhosis,
it comes sailing. 
We were already dying,
without our clones
like a deserted wasteland,
with lethal seeds.


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Now me, now not, 
a thought is always there. 
My genes navigate on collapsing walls, 
words, dark mind, broken dreams. 
But thought is always there. 
I hold on firmly to sounds, 
voices, tongues, 
the thought is always there.

Brain goes into a nameless friction, 
of aimless voyage
I rediscover the myth and abandon the zone of thoughts. 
Distance becomes a wailing music. 
Sitting between the flesh and bones
I recognise the relic of a window.

Let us drop the years, 
become timeless, empty and hollow.
Egocentric wind violates the lungs. 
We cannot sing in praise of earth. 
I walk through the body, 
stripping to the bones, to find the seeds. 
I refuse to pluck the flowers.


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I wished
a solitary temptation,
to write off karma
and become responsible for the spattered blood.
You were generating hatred, Asia,
in the land of Buddha.
I can hear the glaciers receding.

Answerable to belonging,
the change of generations,
makes me free to become deaf and dumb.
Only I wanted to see, and see through
burning walls,
the hands, who lighted the torch
to burn the transparent shame.

Rejecting the original script
of fighting a god, in the midst of
non-truths, how far the time will decide
the destiny of man ? I break off
from the cliches, wait for the leaves to fall
and its drifting darkness on the open land
of wounded whispers.


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Time within the earth hour
was lengthening.
The other god was sleeping.

Becoming was inviting the death
while climbing.
Frostbite amputates the memory.

Ending without beginning,
I was asking the seeker to stop
searching the answers.

The houses were burning on the road,
silence, had a vertical sound,
no words, no tongue.

Death had tears of blood
riding on the horseback
it was charging on the wandering incense.


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To become or not to become a renegade,
or to die or not to die for a semi-god ?
These were some of the questions
thrown at an incomplete script.

What elevated you to a celebrity ?
Your hump or deep wrinkled groans ?
Age is abating, abattoir is empty.
Exile from the past is over.
When you intend to comeback to childhood
and become a simple star ?

Behind the mask lies the embrace of death
I am afraid the flames will engulf,
the genius of pathways.
Everything into turn with obsolete gossip.
A patch of sunlight becomes a costly exposure
Bones are entwined in eternal cuddle.


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Aura begins from tongue
to spit fire and frozen rain
in the epileptic rage of insanity.

Excruciating charm of august mind
is fading.
Life wants to humiliate the sunshine
and hate desires to meet its rival in disguise.
Hope’s termination had a beginning somewhere.
I search the inky sky for a star.

The void did’t have a center
A collection of tears becomes an art.

A bit of sin here,
a grain of guilt there.
The ending of dark stairs
depends on the black walls.


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Sometimes death lives for eternity,
a captive of silence,
or in hidden journey to flesh;
unless the body betrays the falling stars from eyes.

Dying was an appropriate thing
a festival of freedom for veils,
to leave you alone with your morality.

This terrible life ejects you
on the gravel to become a stone.
The fall from the beautiful height
was meant for charity.

No body wants to die for a toss-up 
with life,
for a secret game of tears and smile.
The true thing of despair generates
a darkness, whom I owe my light.


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Silent go the dead
on the moon,
to know the secret of its smile.

Did we know the ending of leads?
The dream within the thoughts?
Silent moves the trembling hand
to print its signature on the heart.

what is so tragic about life?
The memory of bruises or attachment?
We always talked about cleanliness
of language, of lending beauty to words,
when hate and anger brought on the
ugly nuances.

Somebody revises the text,
Tongue tastes the skin,
I start counting my failures
and my books.

Silent stands the mother
for the wayward son.


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It was always painful to remember the suicide
of a painter,
who was drawing the landscape
of hunger.
Polishing his art of pretention.
The time whistled past his window
without punctuation.

The terrain was tough, deepened by
requiem, the tears dried up
on the cheeks of chastity.

Script without drum and hue 
of glowing eyes,
cracked lips
of us and our instruments of tragedy.


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In troubled times
he just walked away
carrying the antiquity in briefcase….

The new man.
Ending the anonymity of stubbornness,
rejects the yesterday
but I wanted not to be a participant
of terrible decay.

Who will understand? Enough was 
the midnight ecstasy,
for in the hour of loneliness
the sentence will be stretched for eternity.

This young history
may try to build a new order
by dirty hands.
Life will give its verdict on death
understand it, when it was not there.

Reason becomes the law if you don’t
alter the purity and a face has a meaning.
The experience never ends
as for as the voice reached micropains.


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What shall I write
from the empty, desolate heart,
when every word is being scraped ?

You want to clean the mess
of a lifetime,
yet labour brings loneliness
and  you inherit
the depth of a problem.

A thought which has no ending.
A constant battle with yourself
in the bleak winter of age.

One by one they have died,
Your invisible  gods.
The vast landscape
of knowing the truth
still remains unconquered.

Pursue you must for the sake of moment
a flame which has no heat !

Satish Verma

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is okay
if you know how to use
the words you 
name by name
word by word
is the key sometimes
no mater how hard it bends....

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stay out of my leafy bowl...
and my green world...
there's much to much 
to go around~
many worlds
too thin~

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Stark naked reality was a,
thorn in flesh,
for my collective innocence. 
A brutal reminder 
of war with truth. 
Light that does not spread 
in my dark eyes. 
Time for me to act for the sake of smile.

Into the dark I move 
with premonitions staggering in solitude.
To break the silence,
affinities with lights are gone. 
Black clouds hang on the moon. 
Need to know the unfathomable grief.

Again my thoughts travel,
to unravel the mystry.
Why lights form
the snarled shadows of fear? 
The winds do not agree.
Tranquility will be writ on the face of,
a drowned man,
if he comes on the surface.


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Heart’s ache is getting worse everyday.
May be I go out in this brutal world
Of scuttling lies to seek the one
who left the body to trace the wound.

A red hibiscus enters my room from the window
and smiles at me.
Outside clumsy blasts are ripping apart
the tranquil day.
I wrench the emotions out of the poem
for the big mouthed kindness
which sprays the bullets.

Terror strikes suddenly on the swollen ankles
We do not know the cure.
No foreign hand will help,
No foreign face will smile.
I have to go for inward journey
My lips will kiss the condemned.


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I must not go beyond sunset
to discover the consciousness of night,
Standing alone on a cliff
I was ready to jump for salvation
atoning for guilt of survival

My regret was time
and timeless suffering,
Where was the maturity of age ?
Mind must go for the beloved ones
for a virginal touch of flawless blaze.

They should have come to join the prayer
not for me, but for the dying sun,
and white valley of fears.
Half my tongue sings for the shade
and half I  cry mutely.


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For death of conflicts,
and conflicts of death,
the coming of cessation, I was waiting.
Tomorrow must come
before eternity,
that inness, I will come to terms with one day.

The absoluteness of certainties
creates a danger of half-truths.
An intelligent mind suffers _
in ther era of hoaxes and contradictions.
The happenings of existence
continue without dignity.

Hand-picked rainbow is dumped
face down in shallow creek,
drugged, raped and abandoned
to lose colours in water.
When the sky hangs on the shore
the blue sea sends the condolence.

The sharp cleavage of silicon breasts
weeps for a failed performance.


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Recalling memories was difficult.
I presume, today was not my day.
Theme uprooted, I stood for the branches,
the spirit, the truth, the roots.
Do I see more than what was needed?

Only eyes to eyes speak without words, sound,
vision or reality.
All the flowers have shed their petals. Now 
seeds are shining. I feel liberated. The 
faultline has defiled me. Bilingual insult.
Time leaves the questions in air, suspended.
You have to find the answers, yourself, in the
debris of arguments.

Bell’s palsy. Face, lips distorted, lids drooping,
speech slurred, you clog
the brain with help of anti-depressants,
how many endings you have seen?

I have not lit my dark cell,
moonlight, mauls the window,
jostles to enter
hurts in my face!


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Remember it not.
Let it slide into cave.
The annual rings of old wood are
Tree of life burning inside.

It cannot happen
it can happen.
There is no certainty.
this is certainty.

Bread with hoofs
no butter, no udder
no milk.

A spider in the bottle
slumbers on gaint legs
watches with red eyes.
Time to feed.

The aroma of sea.
Pungent smell of brown algae
the bathing moon,
a lone boat.

Did you know why I admire defeat,
retreat :
Perfect  solitude,
featureless calm.


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Some truth disempowers you. You wanted
to be yourself as if not to become extinct.
A negative stress
starts churning your entrails.

Zero inertia. Your body begins
rummaging the soul for a prayer
which can arouse your thoughts.

All drunk now. Flashback events.
The virtue of tongue lets go the integrity.
Bewildered, spirited flesh ultimately cracks.

The violence tumbles out. My heart
squeezes melancholy.
Soon there will be a crowd
to seek a philosophical kill.


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There were two shades of truth. 
All the facts were true
and all the facts were wrong. 
Reality was always drowning in a shapeless pit, 
confusion reigned between two statements, because
import was nil and walking
amidst ruins was painful.

Worthless conflicts hover in the night.
Exchanging the dialogues with death start in vain.
I go back to my fire and burn my thoughts. 
The world around me is adjourned,
sine die for the sake of peace. 
I became what I am.

You wait for a whole life to tell the truth,
and then die for it.
My god was crazy. 
He did’t ask me for a prayer because he was me, 
and there lies the absolute. 
For umpteen times I felt the need of, 
resurrection from the dead lies.

Satish Verma

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He was worried about the thumbs,
so that he could not write
or fire a gun.

The last convulsion was a drag
every pain was going to be memorable,
he etched on translucent arms.

Between the shouts a silent sob
scatters the rainbow.
The writing on the lips becomes invisible.

Sweetheart, don’t go into the rain.
Clouds are wounded and sky is dark.
Shadow of talking tree is becoming longer.


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The space was widening. Opacity was
Being. Antimatter in. You were scared.
Why this disintegration? Unthinkable hunger,
Incompleteness. Antithesis of universality. My
smallness. His greatness. The heat sucks the
blooms. Celestial dance of the destroyer begins.

The body makes I. Soul is me. The death
was climbing up the stairs. Hiding
in attic you were singing, refusing to see
the visitor, Dismissal of blast. Was a global
failure. How many bodies you are going to
count? Not enough graves. Mass burial?
or descent in tower of silence?

The sludge. Delta is disappearing. Nystagmus.
No land to build a home. Withdrawal. Poachers
are killing the tigers. Claws for power, killer’s
strength. A tall tree stands on ridge, meditating.
Peacocks are watching. Will be their turn
now? Eyes on the plumage. For clarity,
vision and wisdom.


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Multiple tongues followed
some strangers to see the
trafficking of images between space
and promises. Somewhere
adjectives were being cheated.

A tumor was growing in brain
locked, enhancing, malignant :
condemned destiny. Implicity of incest
in same gene pool. Where
the evolution has stopped ?

A missile has intercepted and smashed
the moon into ten thousand
sins. Palpable wreckage.
We were shoved into dustbin
A pile of starving skulls.

Clotted stone blood. Mountains
were wounded. My mentor
had a paranoia. Delusion
Of falling snow
from burning sky.


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Slicing thoughts, destiny
timeness of present, trying to watch
inside. The inverted question. Mask

Your own progeny spying on you,
disowning the moon bears. Beyond
truth was a huge wall. Ensnarement.
Whispers silenced.

A vast void. Interpretation of disguised
Voilence. Hostilities in elliptic orbit. Moon
slaughtered. Death was quick, spurting
the blood. Smearing the intelligence.

Paper weight. Surface tension. Shrinking
supreme. Parthenogenesis. Breaking
the square. Ending of scrolls. Cosmic
disorder. What brains were thinking?

Long speeches. Verbatim fuel. Nubile
bombers. Circus of mediocre legends.
Failed epidurals. History is squinting.
Select values are outworn. I am watching
a very red sunset.


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Distance was increasing
in spewing rage.
I yearned for a solitude of desert
sand and rocks
away from musty tongues
and eros.

Counting my failed attempts
to reconcile with exits
and slant hopes.

Like an eclipsed moon
plying over the hill
to investigate a shorn lamb.
Plucking the hair from a beautiful scalp
to become a nun.

Arthritic  river brings back the waves.
Unreachable was the  crest.
Today standing alone on the summit
I watch the drop with grief.


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In despair,
beyond-pain, I will watch my dreams
in rimless eyes of wet faces.

The lake had been sending back
the white and black shrouds

They were jumping one by one
old and young,
from the twisted planks
holding geraniums.

A warm prayer on the lips,
what was left worth enduring ?
The innocence, the guilt, the shame ?

Clinging to bloody lumps of happiness
who is going to have a last laugh ?
Time is breathing gloom,
body is attached to a pole.


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Creeping in waking night
was fear of fear
and you wanted to accept the defeat
It gives you  solitude of
blank space, featureless.

The terrorist mask of blazing guns
bribing the absent gods,
for whom you are aiming?

The holy man on road
crushing the grass
lilies getting flattened under the giant wheels.

Moving an bloody toes
festering heels
carrying the sacred earth under the nails
all night.
peeling the time, throwing the skn
and waiting
for the dust to settle.


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Again you made friends, words
wanted to leave the paper blank
for the parched lips,
crying eyes,
trembling hands.

Missing stanzas,
flowing river,
rootless floats.
You did not feel like-
time filled you every minute,
you were empty, poor.

When you read the end
you understood beginning.
Will to die was not sufficient
you had not completed the script.
Alone in crowd you wanted words
to commit suicide.

Democracy was a funny name.
Everybody was sad, except the lead
who did not know where to go.

One day you found your voice
and were surprised
you were everybody
when you were hurt, you bled inside
and your blood then mixed with 
the blood of everybody. Then everybody cried
and you became separated from you and did not say anything!


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Pardon my mask
I will put you on pedestal to torment me,
because you were necessary
for my existence.
When I prepare finally my death wish
you can smile.

Your eyes are looking through my head,
I know,
you were hurt from my moon face.
I will wash your feet with my tears now.

Exhausted, nameless in a crowd
I was counting my see-through triumphs
all piled up as burned out bones.

To live without meaning is very painful.
Everything is abused for self gratification.
Over a black sky, against the mountains
the old silence becomes teeth of a dead faith.


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Yes, I'm the last baby boomer
too young for Woodstock, Kennedy
too old now to pretend
But I am the People
I'm this generation
freedom has been my friend
Call me niave, I still believe
we are all our beautiful color
our sister, father, brother
We are all Eve

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Got this puppy at my feet
so sweet
got this man in my bed
so sweet

Got this monkey on my back
so bad, so sweet

Let me tell you bout this monkey
been there a long time
so long, I'm just bout used him
might miss him
if I decided he was gone

I think I am too into MYSELF
I'm an ass
it pains me
that people are dyin
bein killed
heads chopped off
babies. oh babies....

I take it back
that stuff about the monkey
Monkey can just go screw himself


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as the wind blows through outside trees, I sit heavy and chained to life's misery,
blind to what I see , 
deaf to what alerts me,
life in the palm of my hands,
unable to fill times sand,
tormented by smiles set free,
poisoned by words that flee,
was it not right to say this is ....quicksand,
was it not right to's brand,
life's joke called serendipity,
the heartaches, the tears, the misery,
do you not like what you see,
time is what made me,
time froze my hands,
we are times .... sand,
try not to fill free,
hanging on while life tries to flee,
run, move while you can stay away from life's quicksand,
when you remember the pain, remember it's life's brand,
it's all serendipity,
we like,love,hate regret,.... to be, can't you see,from her to him them to us you to me,
in the cookie jar is where you'll find all our hands,we all walked in life's sand,
pain never's free weather we stay or flee,'s endless brand,
so through life we travel through our despair, through love, hate, thoughts of why or why
not,when, we live in happiness die in sadness stop, then move on ...more wiser, more
determinant's joke ....our misery. 
smile make your serendipity : )   

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Unlived death, that was me
waking in exile from the bones.
He said I remember your verse
a split open bloom!

Given away your gems to sea
ready to become ash, green blood, 
you have killed a white cloud
now go for a floral burial.

He said I remained unpacked
like an open wound.
How far space will hang on the shoulders,
how far the sky will remain blue?

Snow will not melt I presume
I will burn my shirt with stain.
Life will not stop but conceive
the proud burning pain.

I stand today without complaints
grieve for my silence, ignorance.
There was a home I could not save
miles from water like bright dome.


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I was not ready
when the gift arrived.
Today I cannot share my laugh,
my tears 
with you.

The debt of ashes
was climbing up.
Clouds outside,
clouds inside.
My room was full of friends.
Wind was coming in,
wind was going out.
And I was trying to convince them
about euthanasia.

What was I dreaming ? Mutation versus creation ?
Botox ? Somebody removing the wrinkles ?
Augmenting the breasts with implants ?
Black insanity ?
Death was another name of birth ?

Now I was transfixed :
Love birds were feeding their kids !


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The things which did not brother you,
like crossing the crowd unspoken.
Long pauses between the questions,
halting silences between frenzied wails.

Flesh stayed untouched by hand,
center of controversies.
I still speak noiselessly, for urgent whispers,
time for exit has come.

The fog now deepens in eyes
and then a cloud bursts.
Trickling, when you bend backward
to wet the floor of grass,
which stiches the earth.

Winds will not expose the naked skeleton
consciousness now hiccupps
crumbs fall from the table.
It was not me
It was not me.


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I was not capable of
contradicting the quietness.
A silent emotion was  insulting me.
Forgetting the self-denial
I went for choosing the impossible.

Am I sick of myself ?
The agony overwhelms me with mystic relief.
Here and now I feel the human spirit              
outsmarting the gifts of revenge
in the eyes of past.

No hope of breeze. It is hot inside,
the spirit burning. False peers
were scoring with debts of darkness.

Tiny ideas crowd the mind
flying straight through the mist of anguish
I elect to be nothing.


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In the triumph of flesh,
when fame of the world was your thing,
a sequence of defeats piled up
and time became stronger than the symbols.

Was it not easier
to abandon the consciousness ?
Living a dog’s life was more comfortable
without a qualm.
How painful it was to know the reality unclothed !

You had achieved nothing in life
and were readying up now
to receive thoughts of death.
Time had no beginning
and time had no end.

Do you think all will be well at last ?
Will we be happy without you ?
Or you will be remembered as a hero
without a name !


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Pathways have no boundaries,
thinker was without a thought.
Hostile mind refuses to believe
truth was missing from life.
From depth to depth measurement had failed.
God does not know his creation now.

Foolish flesh now burns in thudding bangs
of dry butter. I want you to touch the 
opaque eyes of eternity. In captivity of
sighs and groans. You ought to understand
who was original. There had been free
invitation to become unfaithful.
There were masks, gene shifts and longevity.

This evening a drama will be enacted in sky
by unburnt bras and a black hole. There will 
be thrill. It was easy to bury the skulls among
floating names. The wreath will be placed
on the transitional edge of sweetness.
Which never was.


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Ella Minnow Piece

Learn how to talk to different people, such as:
Mechanics who claim to fix your car and your problems,
Nymphomaniacs who can be kept eeeeeeasily aroused in what you say, and
Ostentorians who will help you be a good listener while standing decibels away.
Politeness and tact with all are the keys.

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The space covers me now. 
Words stayed too long
beyond the thoughts of I 
and my landscape.
A burst of silence soaks me. 
What was history,
a voyage to rough awakening? 
Absence of a voice makes me suffer again.

My religion burns. 
Life is a dark smoke
I will write a message on your palm. 
Give me a breather, 
the distances make me sad. 
Black dust drifts through 
the slits of our predictions. 
At least I know what I am.

On a sunny day 
I break a mirror.
My fingers slide like scissors, 
open the envelope. 
I know it has a sermon, 
I don’t want to read. 
The depression has a lunar touch. 
I break a flower into hundred petals.


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Sleep me, conceive me like sphagnum;
propel me to essence of death.
Seeing has put me behind the truth,
Like centipede, fear crawls in deep blind cave
throwing the feelers.
The gene has faltered. No red lights.
A paw, a blackboard, white lines
message is not clear.
My absent candles are freaking in wormy
darkness, noiselessly. The solitude
trying to gather the words.
Listen to time clock. Past and future.
Present has held the lantern to see
the hands moving. Sound comes out
clearly from the prophets of galaxies.
I want to catch the winds
in my legs to blast the horror of life,
underside of the gnarled credibility.
The rains are coming.


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The metastatic figure.
He was seeking truth without thought,
being in and out, he was sleepwalking in
dream. I am the absolute, he said. Skeletons
are popping up everywhere. Poor beasts.
And there was the tired flame who
burned all night in vain.

The body was aching after the discovery
of a super terrain. Another earth? or
a conventional aberration? The planet
was heaving with hot clouds. Reason
for a substitute. Right perception of
life was difficult. Everybody was running
in opposite direction for a message.

He dives to pull up the corpse of liberty
locked deep in water. A noble idea to 
free the corrupt world from the bondage
of decaying foundations. Half-truths and
half-lies must live together for the human
survival. Quest of the self ultimately
begs for forgiveness.


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 We scream silently as the doubt overwhelms.
Alone in this void called the world;
Our captain of this voyage has,
no one at the helm.
Passages of old journeys are but faint echoes in the winds of sorrow.
As we struggle to survive the passing of life;
Our regrets pass in line one by one from yesterday to today;
Casting doubts into our new tomorrows.
Marriages end, lovers pass and we often stand with out meaning.
We who are the lost children of life;
crying out our unheard sobs,
Walk about as unseen beings.
Pictures (in the mind) slowly fade;
Recollections of experiences become altered.
Marching in line, vacant dreams serve only illusions,
of a childs parade.
The voice of the father is diminished by the sounds of depravation.
From a world that is overt and difficult to understand;
We the few seek but find;
No acceptable explanations.
A mother that never was, A loved one who turned away;
Undying love is not enough, there are required expectations.
Such are the conceptualiities that mutate,
The colors of our world into the color gray.
The yolk of bondage has been applied and we labor under the strain.
We ask why, why must it be as such?
These unanswered questions rush to our heads violently;
Like the blood that pumps noticeably in our veins.
I weary, as I suspect do others such as I.
The cost has become beyond means,
As we ask when?
When will this charade pass by?
Unwilling to look away for fear of the unknown;
Desperately seeking to release unhealthy concessions;
We search aimlessly--searching for perhaps what never really was--

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Heavens Eyes

I walked up on a hill and looked up high
What I thought I saw was heavens eyes.
Mysterious blue and misty green,
Full of life and children's dreams. 

Starring deeply into the eyes,
I suddenly broke down and wanted to cry.
Soaring deeply into the eyes, I knew 
I had only one minute to live my life. 

Looking down on earth, 
I saw my friends, I saw my family, 
And I saw my enemies.
If only I would've said I love you
Or please forgive me, one 
More time, it might have changed 
My very own life. 

As the children were dancing and
The Angels were singing,
I knew everything would be all right,
As I floated on up to Heavens Eyes! 

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stop and ask

Let my tears dry up and pain will be no more,
Let my eyes dry up and fears will be no more.
Tell me what to do,
Shall I cry till there’s no more are face my fears and walk into the darkness the 
beyond and yonder.
Should I just turn back and forever keep no peace,
Are should I keep walking with no speech no tears no jobs no dares;
Just me alone with faith all gone.
Are is it to late to dwell on the last bits of hope because for I have doubted myself
So why should I keep going.
No I must for the sake…for the sake of my family I will precede.
I will go but only for a while,
I will see but see only within me.
This cant be stopped it cant be helped because only I can get though this.
Are will the tears keep streaming,
And the fear will come back,
Will the pain never stop?
Are will I get lost in my tracks.
Are should I just stop and ask