Tag: artworks
group name: opendoorpoetry
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February 23, 2008 04:12 AM EST --
Amnesia arose
I never pardoned you to wake me
With a splash of grief
Thrown on my closed eyes.
Arose I found me amid wetness.
A bed of ocean,
The salt of . . .
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February 15, 2008 07:09 AM EST --
Parallel
Every parallel line meets at the eternity.
Their figures rise from the fog,
. . .
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February 27, 2008 06:56 AM EST --
Rains on the vegetable patch
Sickened, it came waning
From the up North, land of ice.
Feverish cloud, it came only
To ebb at your windowpane.
Rain; rain on your . . .
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March 10, 2008 10:45 AM EDT --
Ascent of a human
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A yellow star with love and power shines.
Rays are all I need at this moment of
Cactus grown on the uterus of mind.
To the sun . . .
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February 12, 2008 01:03 AM EST --
Into Subconscious wilderness
He knew he was of the wild.
Never told anybody,
Not to his mother, in dream.
Not to the girl from town
Who once said him, crazy child! . . .
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March 11, 2008 08:44 AM EDT --
Fatigue, my friend!
Fatigue is a friend I owe my life.
Closed mind sometimes likes to take a stride
With its hand held in hand, amid trees.
Fatigue is used to sit on . . .
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February 19, 2008 08:08 AM EST --
T orn pages Torn pages from daily dreams and diaries.
They are all scattered on the blue carpet.
Pick up a piece and wet your palm
The color of blue digs deep roots within. . . .
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February 22, 2008 10:49 AM EST --
S car
A flaw down a valley of
Human soul.
I am talking on the scar,
The blemish,
Down the left chin of the girl.
Observe it,
. . .
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February 13, 2008 12:00 PM EST --
Climbing down
The dark stair had scared her.
Mother's bosom used to be sought.
Solace, oh, deep solace!
A space to bury head
Like an Ostrich. . . .
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February 25, 2008 08:20 AM EST --
Mute flute
Welcome. Please have a drink on the porch,
Welcome, dear evening.
Beg your pardon for slurred voice.
Pardon the gathers of moist
On my black . . .
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February 28, 2008 12:39 PM EST --
Deep dead.
Door of the house no.3 is closing behind.
On the steps a yellow bird named sunshine lying
Dead.
Closes the door, the pitter patter . . .
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March 01, 2008 12:52 AM EST --
look up at the sky
This time of the afternoon
She has to jump down
From her verandah.
Each and every day.
A fatal cloud on the sun.
Her doctor reminds her of
The lovely . . .
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March 09, 2008 01:17 AM EST --
The wolf (crescendo of silver)
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She knows by the flight of homing birds
Her hunger will grow to reach the nails.
The tingling nails will curl to seek prey.
She looks at the . . .
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February 16, 2008 02:10 AM EST --
By the window of the funeral and florescent flower
See, the face of her.
The hunger does blend with grief.
She comes out to stand at a outstretch porch, stand stiff. . . .
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