Tag: life
group name: entrenos
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March 25, 2008 11:22 AM EDT --
He has no calendar
His cheap cigar burns to suppress smells.
A moment of respite and a strike
To light up the smokes from a death-stick.
Now a young sun leans on blue terrace. . . . more
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March 26, 2008 10:46 AM EDT --
To the psychiatrist
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Tell her who is resting on your couch,
A cliché we live
Spread amid the movements of planets, . . . more
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March 30, 2008 06:26 AM EDT --
Insecurity
The bike and its rounds,
Everyday at this time,
The sound like a child
Whining in insecurity.
Air fiddles with her hair who
Stands at the balcony.
From there the . . . more
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April 11, 2008 09:34 AM EDT --
Snippet -I
His dull scissors fell from a hand too old.
The red dirt of a village road ahead.
The village barber's hairs flow in arid air
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July 24, 2008 12:46 PM EDT --
Rust
The factory shed, rusty, turns
its corner slightly to hear them,
those two human beings, lovers.
What is there to hear? No words can be
that new? The smell of grass eats the . . . more
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April 05, 2008 08:09 AM EDT --
Rape of a housemaid
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May 14, 2008 12:13 PM EDT --
Aftermath of an accident
The down and drawn men, how was it to be
That close to death? The snub of light through it,
The bitter dark water's fatal embrace . . . more
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March 22, 2008 08:16 AM EDT --
Seaside l ore---------------
She strolled down to sea at dead night.
That was the last of her seen, yet.
Legends roamed there and giggled with
Pebbles. Whispers of darkness were
So . . . more
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March 28, 2008 08:09 AM EDT --
A story retold
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Behold the flower stooping upon a flower,
The graves and stones are not cold under a warm star.
The metaphor of grief falls from a brown leaf.
A bold . . . more
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April 02, 2008 11:18 AM EDT --
Shabby rooster
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The smell of burnt milk in the morning,
Parables of domesticities
Rise from the night of an unslept bed.
The tired ring . . . more
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April 20, 2008 12:15 AM EDT --
Faces of death
Sunset, now, on my window begging to write it
A purple suicide note.
'Come on write it for yourself.' I may have uttered.
Selfish-man as I am
Or a man who . . . more
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April 23, 2008 02:47 PM EDT --
A night ride
A sweet breeze touches the face, plays with locks,
The car moves with the light and shadow of night.
The torn blanket drawn over by side street
The breeze becomes . . . more
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May 16, 2008 10:08 AM EDT --
Deliverance
The shadow of the winged creature
Upon the arid-gold meadows...
The shades of the trees have shortened,
The high-lighted flowers on earth
Uplift their faces asking . . . more
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April 04, 2008 06:15 AM EDT --
A game of chess
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A buzzing insect, a defective light,
The door with a net face and broken hinge,
A jump of a silhouette cat captures mind.
A cot and a smudged . . . more
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May 01, 2008 08:46 AM EDT --
Island
They say it is five hour's journey to land.
Five hours to see blue and green waves of salt.
Five hours for one blurred picture of seagulls,
Five hours to observe today . . . more
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May 26, 2008 12:54 PM EDT --
Words of a sea
Words of a sea spoken in close whispers
It is an avid proponent of sky.
I wish I could lift my face to sky, blue.
Instead I decide to watch the death-pain
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May 15, 2008 11:08 AM EDT --
Bedroom
The world has sent him early to his bed
The doors kept ajar partly disclose truths..
A world apart, ages apart, half known.
The night of difference that will crawl in
His . . . more
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April 08, 2008 11:38 PM EDT --
A m oment of truth
Disappointment flies amid the eternal sky
Great as it might be it can't surpass one dusk.
She climbs up a steeple, chases a gust of wind
That . . . more
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April 10, 2008 09:12 AM EDT --
He knows pain
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He let them take his advantage,
Plunder the soft tissues of heart.
The eyes hurt to conceal dark brooks.
They pick him so easy and taunt. . . . more
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April 02, 2008 10:40 AM EDT --
Buddha's fire
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Buddha's hand enters into fire.
Rattling guns and vomiting death,
Rounds and rounds of limitless war,
Buddha walks with thirst through . . . more
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