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Is it duende, if I say 
the streets are empty, 
the nameless streets,
empty, but watching,
hollow, but watching,
as if with soju eyes...

as if with eyes that see me
only as I seem, always as I seem,
but never as I am....

would you call it beautiful,
if pain is beautiful,
would you call it duende,
if there is art 
even in solitude?

would you call it duende,
... or call it suffering?

*** The title of the poem 'dukkha' 
is the Buddhist term commonly translated as "suffering".
Additionally, 'duende' , or tener duende ("having duende") loosely means having soul, a heightened state of emotion, expression and authenticity, often connected with flamenco and poetry (see Garcia Lorca). Lastly, 'soju' is a traditional South Korean alcoholic beverage (the location wherein this poem was concieved) ****

Copyright © Ph.d Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2016

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This is the man that I am

No need for a detective because I have few mysteries

Whatever you don’t find its trapped somewhere inside my mind

I put my life into words for the whole world to read

I hope you enjoy what you see

A South Korean English teacher by night

An avid writer by day

A helpless romantic somewhere in between

The smile and joy from my students is priceless

Seeing someone enjoy my writings is pretty rewarding as well

I feel that everything in my life is finally going well

From my writings you may find that hard to tell

Sorry I don’t write more fantasies or fables

To convey happy emotions and attract more followers

You are getting my life through my eyes

I don’t have a sweet tooth so I don’t sugarcoat things

I write what I have seen and how it has effected me

My adventures and journeys have been vast

Come with me on this ride

Together we can both be pleasantly surprised

With what I will write

This is the the man that I am

Find more of my writings and poems at

Copyright © Jorge Toro | Year Posted 2011

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the gangham crisis

because the music industry is
dead as a ****ing doornail,
they grip hold as long as possible
to whatever pop singer can pull
in the most idiots to sell whatever
can be marketed by these big useless
companies that used to feed us CD’s
& have a monopoly on the recording
we discovered
how to do it on our
and so we have 
the male version of 
gaga, after she got fat,
the male version of britney,
before she shaved her head,
the male version of 
the next latest craze that seems to
be taking longer to 
evaporate than most,
because, well,
so when it was revealed recently
that mr. park jae-sang
had “anti-american lyrics”
professing a hatred for us 
“yanks” & shouting for the deaths of
all our kin
because of the war on Iraq
being committed then by our wonderful
big military dick, which goes pounding all
over the world,
it came as a shock to every dimwit,
who after like 3 ****ing months,
is still trying to mimic the man’s Korean,
in hopes of one day becoming
because of the manufactured dance song,
which has been played by youtubers 
non-stop, for what seems like
the world has cringed, wondering if they
can continue to worship 
a pop singer,
who has sung
dead &
it’s moral fiber is being questioned &
ooh, how it makes everyone tremble---
should they agree with him & hate the
empire that made him huge
by pushing his pop trash all over the
place, or should they denounce him &
embrace the killing machine that was
responsible for the death of 
kim sun-il, the South Korean who lost 
his head because he was a representative of
a country that is like a little toddler brother
to the US, who was obligated to send
troops in, so that the brilliant war effort could
go on raging?

keep your eyes peeled on your screens &
watch the US music industry mop up all the negative
vibes, so that mr. psy can be painted pretty 
again---watch him perform for president hope &
change & watch everybody refuse to develop any
different view of the
good ol’ US of A---
for politics is for the thinkers & certainly not the pop

Copyright © andrew delapruch | Year Posted 2012

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A murderous rampage

It’s like a bloody nightmare, a ‘dark turn’ in Virginia Tech University,
where thirty-two students and teachers got killed while classes were in progress;
people panicked and pandemonium broke loose around the campus,
police everywhere came to protect them and searched for the gunman.

This young fellow who’s identified as a South Korean student,
enrolled in his senior year with a special concentration in English;
shot those schoolmates including five teachers inside the classrooms,
killing them mercilessly with his gun and later, he killed himself.

What a tragedy! What a deadliest school shooting in U.S. history!
described as an alarming reality among students in today’s generation
this killing has become like a pattern now that makes global headlines,
a horrible scene, a picture of gory incidents, indeed, it’s a tragedy.

Expressions of condolences were read and conveyed to bereaved families,
the outpouring of grief did move everyone to share his sympathy and sorrow;
across the nation the depth and height it showed with certain questions 
became a rising tide of human anger, sadness, and racial animosity.

That very moment of shooting many were gripped with fear and urgency,
they hid themselves against the gunman; others were injured and killed;
others were able to escape and relay their message of help in their midst,
oh, such an experience that shook the inner sanctuary of every person.

Copyright © mark escobar | Year Posted 2012