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Teddy Dude Poem
Imagine a life without holes.
An unstable world,a round figure of nothing.
A straight line,smells like ptomaine.
Holes are everywhere,white and black,
polychromatic,pretty and ugly.
Holes that you may fill,other you may not.
They can think,memorize,imagine.
Emotional holes,logical,positional,
in a chessboard,a second before a knight arrives.
Holes in my body,in your body,his or her,
screaming for pleasure,with or without morals.
Living there,breathe,judge the way you treat them.
A hole can kill you,can make you suffer.
They are in brains,in hearts.
In great losses.
When out of nowhere they are born,proud,
captivated eventually,died full of years.
Significant holes,in maps,in history.
They feed on hopes,feelings,aspirations,
organic,inorganic matters.
Holes reborn,only looked at us.
Naked.
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Scalding tears,empty promises,the rejoinder of corruption.
Keep away from the fire, fruit tree, bureaucracy don't scratch your pen on the
paper.
Poison somebody's mind,my village has 800 souls.
The murderer boasts again and the fireman goes to an early grave.
I snuff a candle,knelt down and prayed,
......as the moon is beginning to wax.
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He was seized with an obsession,
it wasn't like balsam to his hurt feelings,
and his body has been waisted by the long illness.
The streets were bedecked with flags,
and the soldier declared himself innocent.
It was only then that they realized the gravity of the situation.
The people.
A constitutional government,it's bad policy to beat him.
There was a munition shortage and wet weather gets me down.
That gloomy old house is dying as the dove of peace patronize,
the soldier.
The piney slopes were covered with snow and red spots,
as the light fell on her face,before wolves torn it to pieces.
The hope.
The soldier showed signs of distress,i was astonished at the news.
By midday he had sold out and left for his village.
Bury the hatchet,soldier !! The place is Godforsaken.
I had a sudden pain in the stomach.
Change of speed.
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Washing out the stains,he deceived me into believing that.
A story that stirs the imagination,iam constrained to leave.
He was subject to periods of euphoria and dreadful depression.
Do you call this monstrosity a work of art?
I made sure he was telling the truth.
He addressed himself to the task of promoting detente.
He can be very mean in his spite,reduce me to silence.
Honorouble mention happen to meet reputation,i said
as idealism was wounded in the right side.
Drive me to drink,iam tired,double bass sounded strange.
You must rest for a while,as my conscience dictates.
I will get up a dramatic performance,an orgiastic night.
Duality,schizophrenia or simply a disagreement?
Me or him,splitting in two,something unique.
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The girl shouted for joy in the middle of the velvet full moon.
The little dog barked twice interrupting the high-handed act of argument.
How many words will describe the perfect purification as we proceed to knavery?
"I must run to her before it is too late"my heart was singing repeatedly.
I relapsed when i saw her acting in the theatre of sobs,in front of thousand pearls.
I blessed all this time i was struggling,tried to bring myself to life.
How many times i had to apologize when her majesty sparkled into the dark?
I tried the e4 move once to estrange the defense of her black pieces.
The girl started to cry as the final stroke with a brush blinded the canvas again.
She saw her long golden hair dancing among the colors of omnipotence.
How many architects may manufacture the texture of her smile?
She wrapped me up with her wet deep eyes,burned me with her mind.
"I have to tell you girl, that my best friend is naphthalene."
"Ssssss....My name is Friendemy.Don't worry.Be my best friend not my best
enemy".
Suddenly the girl disappeared and i alone face the discouragement.
Today,tomorrow and the day after.
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Shame.
The dwarf told me.
Deploring myself in your tears.
Kissing your brightness in your eyes.
As i tried to hug you before you disappear again.
An undeniable love so beautiful and inspired,you wrote to me.
Trusting your tiny heart-shaped box,keep it safe, away from the dwarf.
Immaterializing in front of your purity,waiting for the moonlight.
Reborn.
Uncompromised.
Shame.The dwarf told me.
I wasn't there.
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When the world ends,i will be a man,
of unhealthy appearance,
spineless,a life of hardship.
Wrestling with my conscience,under difficulties,
assumed the presidency by fraud,
killed thousands of innocent people,overheated the planet.
I was the great seducer,according to master plan.
The world ruler.
Hiding in my capsule now,waiting the unexpected.
Death awaits all men,
tickling my vanity again.
The rejoinder of power thirsty.
Keep to the path,
and posterity will be the judge.
Knocking on heaven's door,
the man who sold the world.
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Low and selfish motives,
toss back one's head,
and my shoes are worn out.
Which horse won the first race ?
Woe to the vanquished !!
Youth must have its fling.
My old folks,
in the state of neglect,
were paralyzed with fear,
in prospect of a dirty deal.
I couldn't resist laughing,
as i keep the change of life,
in my trouser pocket.
My pride can't be idle for a moment,
and the howl of the wind,
rage all day,
asking for my incorporation.
Welfare work made the public good,
lethargic,
and stupidity transmuted iron into gold,
in the name of humanity.
Wealth has altered him,
and my shoes are worn out,
in the land of greediness.
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The man with the plastic bug in his head
monopolized my dreams last night
in the place that the horsefly of my dignity
finally surrender to the impresario without a fight.
Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia
reminding the rustiness of the purple child
flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy
and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind.
The disinheritance of my immortality the final day
discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love
restored my will to escape
manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above.
Released from the plastic bug in my head
try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky
laughing,singing,whispering,playing
seven days and seven hours before he dies.
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I have a number inside my head
you have a face full of memories.
An intruder impeded my desire to love you
again,in the forest that our souls met each other.
and the eyes imitated the moves of someone,intolerant.
Now you see,its permanent,but you are so young
and monsters may swallow your advantage in this game.
I offer you the book of my misery.Take it.
I have a number inside my head
your face lightens in the middle of the night.
My world is black and white,unusual for your age,you told me
and the movies are colorful,an inconstant stroke with a brush.
Behind the walls ,the shadows suffocated,sprawled faster.
Its not him or her,if you can't explain the unexpected
or us ,if you can't hold your breath to reality.
I offer you the book of knowledge.Use it
I have a number inside my head
your face has the same number,you cheat.
And we run,hold each other,making love with our destiny
and you smile
and you take care of me
and i take care of you.
As we dance in the river of our future.
I have a number inside my head
you have the same number.
So why you left me?
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