Long Bleedings Poems

Near Sainthood
by Mirza Ghalib
translation by Kanu V. Prajapati and Michael R. Burch

On the subject of mystic philosophy, Ghalib,
your words might have seemed deeply profound
and we might have pronounced you a saint...
if only we hadn't found
you...

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God! We  Behold that you are great and we know somehow your ways are pass finding out. anyhow!
Neither can the number of his years be searched  out anytime he made small drops of...

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~Today We Are In Love~


We are in love since 43 years: 
Today we know how to get back to the way we used to be 
by removing our internal bleedings.
Love today as it is a...

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In the heart of the night, next to the unmoved clock,
She lies, with the pillow—a saline lake of pagan scents,
Mourning something that was never spoken.
Prisoner in the castle of shadows, where darkness
Bearer of chaos, stretches...

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I’ll never forget the Black Death.
It came from a germ which, lived on that fleas. 
Each second passes through everyone’s breath.
The fleas! The fleas!  
As the rats begin to die, the fleas begin to...

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I'm going crazy
At 17 I am in love with this girl 
But some thoughts in my head making my mind in a whirl 
Making me wanna sit in a curl 

I don't know what to...

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Late,
 the morning glories rise
 passionate, royal, magenta blooms trumpeting,
 helloes and goodbyes;
novice neophytes falling 
into lavender blush dream states
succumbing to a mellowed change in weather
 cooler days awakened by pale aging sunlight
 soft, restless...

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A man still in the darkness
Who has never seen the light
Is better than a man toying with darkness
From the vantage point of light

One knows and lives with the pain
The other sees his own injuries and...

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Staring into fantasia towns store front windows....

Images within this the bleedings glass from behind?!

Psychedelic stories aneath these city blocks; tie-dye

Bricks in fairytales mortar made moments of dreamful  

Lifes crumbling amid truths optical osmosis....

Sad songs...

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Your dolls grin in my summer 
melted silver plastic sin
and I heard a crow caw 
all for my belated needs 
I never intended life 
finding my self six feet deep 
My pall bearer lover-needs 
me...

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A new day begins
on silent steps
that no longer wish
for an awakening.
The soul’s bleedings
of yesteryears
slipping past the lids
of closure
that have never
really healed.  

Hushed glimmers
of light tiptoeing
into a room
stripping the visions
of nightly dreams
while beginning anew
the reflections
of...

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If there is a certain way I’m feeling;
And I’m just not believing in me;
That’s Ok    Jesus did
If I think I ain’t nothing, no good in me
In my sins yet He’s forgiven me
And...

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If there is a certain way I'm feeling
And I'm just not believing in me;
That's Ok    Jesus did
If I think I ain't nothing, no good in me
In my sins yet He's forgiven me;
And...

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by Parizo Van Thulare

After endless days of tear drops and heartbreaks
After some endless weeks of restless nights and headeches 

The bruises and bleedings 
The critics and mind cramps
The  romours and lies
The prayers and the...

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