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Human Angle

We weep over the dead 
But have no desire to 
See the living.  
We make elegy for the dead 
But with the same tongue 
Destroy the living.  
We spend millions to put the 
Useless dead to finalness 
But fail to spend that little 
That could have kept them 
Or others yet alive from dying. 
We all desire to live 
But mostly do nothing 
For the living race to 
Continue.

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Unloved

The day his baby left 
Him was the same day 
He became a baby.
That day, his mother 
Brought him to life.
And...
And that was the same day 
He lost his kidney and he lost 
His liver. 
And...
And what was left of him I  pray 
Never to put to words.

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Final World

It's our final world, 
Tell me, 
Whatfor do we fight? 

We conquer ourselves
For tomorrow, 
A tomorrow whose 
Existence is conditional. 

We send ourselves into dust 
We must ourselves return 
Someday, 
Whether or not we like it; 
Unarguably, though we argue 
Against feelings.

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Thatchedhut

And at dawn's 
Bow to dusk by 
Each day's end, 
She bedded in her 
Unwindowed Lonehut, 
Skinned of thatch,
That she too may sleep... 
She would shut her eyes, 
After shutting her door, 
For sleep that ever ignored 
Her crave.
For in her dreams, a thousand
Shadows chased her into the sea 
That steered directly at her thatchedhut. 
And in it, sharks, in their schools, would 
Expel her, and she would awaken and 
Rain would depart from her eyes to her 
Bed through the remainder of dusk 
Till dusk died down and dawn redawned. 
She unfastened her canoe by sunlight 
And sailed along with other fishers 
Who ever preached to her about her 
Beloved hut. 
But defying all, she ever returned to it. 
But unlike she couldn't afford anew one,
But because she just craved to... 
And one day she slept and her soul,
In the otherlyworld,
Noted that she had had enough sleep,
Moved to awaken but could not... 
Her friends, the fishers, well aware of 
Her long absence around and ashore, 
Made for her hut; force-opened its door, 
For being silent to their knocks, 
And what they saw was why 
Humans ever shake heads sideways at 
Sad-news and in sadness...

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Traveler

Dear Traveler,
Set sail at Sunfall.
Let Nightfall set 
You ashore,
Not Sunrise.
For both Dawn and troublous
Storms grow weary
At Nightfall and make it
Their bedding.
Even Pirates, too, do
Doze off as do drunken 
Monkeys in this hour.
Dear Traveler,
Sail now!
Let the Moon and Stars
Guide your path,
Not Sunlight.
For I have traveled
By both and would
Be telling this in ages 
To come...

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The Crusader

And we sat under 
A gazebo that sat 
Under palm trees, 
Standing and smiling 
At our seashore,
Emptying kegs of 
Palmwine in our 
Calabash and... 
And then emptying 
The calabash in our 
Stomachs...
An exquisite experience, 
I daresay!

The periwinkle-gatherer 
Alighted from her  
Canoe that arrived from 
Upper sea, bending in her 
Walk, no gratitude to her 
Culture. Beside her followed 
Her shadow, ever faithfully. 

Their movement our common 
Entertainment as we emptied 
More fills of our calabash in us... 

Entered the Crier, crying, like 
A crying Cricket, 
"The Archbishop of Canterbury,
And the Pope have now 
Legalized a Skirt and another 
Skirt together, and a Trouser 
And its kind together!"

We unveiled the Holy Book, 
In our flabbergastedness, 
Afterwards, and replayed 
The Crier's cry in our heads. 
"A pity, for this shall soon be 
Written in you by the Unknown 
In Time to come and be said to 
Be of the good God." 
Were our only audibility. 

We looked up and behold the gyre
For the legalization inundated 
Our Vicinity! For the Crier's cries 
Had spread its legs like a rumor. 

Sadly, my partner patted her hairs 
And we returned to our kegs, 
Contemplating...

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Mystique

What is life? 
For I grew tasty to be
The most foolish, explored 
The library and balustrade 
Of foolery, for many a good time,
But in the line, undeciphered 
That the most foolish I could ever 
Get was ever going to be the startline 
For another!

So I turned back to knowing, that I, too, 
May acquire it and be counted a wiseman. 
I did read many a wisebook and thought 
Many a wisethought but, yet again, it was 
Dawned on me that I was never ever going 
To be the wiseman my taste craved, and that 
I was a fool with permanent folly! 

Hence, I turned to my mother and cried 
To her of my dilemma. 
She advised me to toe wiselines. 
I asked her how wise could I ever be? 
Then she gave me an answer that ever 
Makes man sigh and hiss like a serpent!

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Manyheaded Beast

When you realise 
Man is a many-headed 
Devil, 
That the one who 
Dines with you holds 
An ulterior intent to undo 
You, 
That people are 
A many-seasoned monsters,
That man changes like 
Day and night, 
That's only when no one can 
Deceive you.