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The Chair

Been  the piece of the stage ,
seen  the life  of  the  remainings
of  the  before  one’s  also .
Touched  not  any  of  the  ups .
just  watch  “the  tired”  once .

A  crack  of  doom  and  the  reckoning
whereby  strong  and  if  storms ,
wish  to make  it  shaked  at  least  swung .
Now  deaf  the  desire and  none  is  a throne  ,
but  somehow  it  will  ring , and you  be  the  thrown .

Deep  sees , and waves  the  helpless  stable ,
still  there  and  even  without  the  fifth  able .
Will not  wish  I ,
you  weigh  any  heart  beatings  any  more ,
cause  the  closed  doors  are  not  yours ,  no more .

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A Lightning Scorns

If pure love reciprocates
Me the oblivion and worse

Couldn’t make it and if so
To thee are my words and glances 

What if someone touches upon that ones  
A lightening scorns….hııhh??

Been the reasons of the me-being
But a gun shot is to come to an end

Things bended, people surrendered, 
But the winter is splendid

Someone will born from a varied presence
Not to bear thine treasure

Obstinacy of the flow of the lifelike
Maybe hinder thee somewhere dark

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A Bodied Born

Chosen a burden  of childhood
out  goings meant not a  reflection 
of the  “happenings” .
The severe  bruise  devoted  to the  meat
and  about  yellers  might not a such  heat
yet  , the world  of  other tops 
did not  mean a much  deed .

Separated  a soul  from a bodied  born ,
as  the  spirit  versus  itself  and torn .
The  grave   diggers   avenges   and  if   so ,
die  my the  whatsoever  people ,
but  not  blue  the  blown .

Some  dark , done  a  gorgeous  giant ,
What  part , none  was  a delicious  night .
Sleep  damned  things never be  waken up ,
an instinct  flow , up to  the  paradise ,
will , though , be a  brilliant  flight .

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Called the Mendicant

The waking causer
anguishes my the meat
that is ,
could be the unknown called .
Flourished I ,
in my the last dreams 
where and there 
were I 
under the oath
of love called the  mendicant .
Wish I 
could be beheaded
before ,
stepping on the it called you.
Had I known it
would I have been ,
the “I” again
the who traced of course,   
to the dust of  the inevitable  must …

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The Dying Already

There was the he 
glistening  in the eye
shaped in the green of
the downfalling hills ,
was there the he again
like  the words 
hiding in the  already dyings 
of damned also ,  
were the procrastination there
on loving the he
were  in contrast the laments there
aside the stone of the  dugged his life 
or the somehow soul of his torn   
by and by ,
day and my .

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The Soil

The reddish  
grave 
is  the  do ,
else  what  the  soul  
swallowing  my  turn ,
the  following
unfortunate .
Been  the  pieces  of
what  under  I ,
or  the  kisses  why 
thunder  my  of ,
or  the  pathetic  body 
that  the  soil ,
even
the  what  the 
compassionate  it ,
somehow  
upsides  down  and
down , 
and  on  so ..

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Me a Bee Once

me  known  kinds  
the  sorrows  of  how ,
and the  me  grown ,
finds 
the  arrows  of  die .
me  gotten  and  may a bee  for  
gotten ,
the glotten and the  why 
of course ,  
gloomed  where  the  feelings  felt
are,   
and  the  almighty  looked
a   being liver ,
and  the  sanity upon once had I
compassed  my  the  had 
is  a killing dance .

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Some All

Will be some all ,
not before a later but through a hater
cried  people  be got into the crowds
but coward deeper sea there at the droughts . 

Won’t  seem to be felt soft 
but a believer
as the  day’s  brightness lost
but not forever .

Evil rising kisses the cold dark of   “one faced”
that a smiling liar when seen 
and “a glassed doer”  what keen 
on some all .

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Had Thee Me Been

had  the  days  passed
not  mercilessly
would have been I
not  sad  but  thee

had  prevailed  not
the  beings  against  I ,
would  have  been
them  the  same beings
die  to  dead

had  thee  me  been
would have  been the
one , thee  who
keen  dying on and ,
seem  lying  on  to  all .

had  seem  thine  presence
been  visible  to eye ,
would  have  been  the
stabbed  one  from
the back
or  the  deck of my love


would  have  been  me
thee ,
and  thee  me  again ,
both  us  had  been
be
before late

like  know  thee  die  I ,
though ,
pleased  thee  high
and ,
survive…

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Off the Touchings

Many my the  dealings  for  wasted
Heavy my the  soaked  feelings though tasted
The  first  comes  
And the third  guns  eye
Off the  touchings  from the  deep  graved
For it  did  you  not  the  second  
But  the  befored  somehow  gone
And  dig  the  eye  done .
Life lines ,
And  already  the  lives  die 
Up  supremacy  beneaths  the  sights  
Then  such  highs  pour  eye
As  dying  as
And  that  my saying  says