Tag: ethereal
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May 30, 2006 01:34 AM EDT --
The mate I seek
To entwine by love
Is hid from my lenses
Though the harder I peer
Seconds and eons I pine away
Loins heavy with lust not yet met
How am I to survive more slivers of light
Without the . . .
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June 04, 2006 11:10 AM EDT --
The cue –
"Come, let's go back. They must be waiting for us." Naina took my hand with an ease of a lifetime friend as we walked back to the baldie and Alka, waiting in the car.
"Vroom…we're . . .
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November 23, 2009 12:10 PM EST --
Wind
sweetbox
creamy blossom
tilt chin
fingertips of breeze
playing notes through lace bones
evergreens in her eyes
sweet Daphne
a garland . . .
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November 20, 2008 08:54 AM EST --
Telescope
Blue is blending into blue, indigo,
heliotrope; ancient stars are melting
together into the ultimate formless.
A night through this telescope rekindles . . .
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November 21, 2008 09:11 AM EST --
Rainbow competetion writing
Gray particles move
The dusts of thought settle on top
of the bleak table strewed with scraps.
Look at the window, the gray sky
can be seen like an old . . .
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November 24, 2008 06:30 AM EST --
Answer of the heart
Still you would have said you don't care.
The suitcase has been fed with his signs of life.
A crow at the window sill
is warning you of a loss. Agony.
Moments are . . .
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November 26, 2008 10:39 PM EST --
No "no entry"
In a deserted sole
of a wasted shoe
a snail can find its home.
It can begin anew.
Have you learned something from
the snail on the subject
of ownership, . . .
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May 26, 2006 02:07 AM EDT --
"It is invigorating," I insisted! I inhaled it, inspiring! Irksome?
I introspected, "it improves, isn't incapacitating, internally incapable, its icy indents isn't injurious!
. . .
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May 30, 2006 04:14 PM EDT --
A fleeting glance,
A possible chance,
A proficient dance,
A legendary romance!
A innocently played prank,
A drink I never before drank,
A movie from which I dare not shrank,
A drive during which the car . . .
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June 05, 2006 09:31 AM EDT --
"At all stages of existence mankind has felt that the world of which he is aware outside him, and the world of feelings and desires within him are in conflict, but the conviction lives within him . . .
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November 25, 2008 08:05 AM EST --
A dinner to be thankful of
A dinner to be thankful of
The brown corpse of crispy bird is just out
of the touch of fire, in its breast
the gluten free fillings are warm like the . . .
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December 16, 2008 09:45 PM EST --
EARth
The night suddenly screams
that echoes the words of
a man, apathetic,
still inebriated
but not enough to douse
his pains. The black road . . .
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December 17, 2008 09:46 PM EST --
Shine
Curtain? No, not so soon again.
Still on the hearth a fire's burning.
Catch the leaves of this fall, name them
each by your names from the past lives, . . .
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December 19, 2008 09:52 PM EST --
Pages from dreams she has not seen
(To Adrian Revenaugh )
The perfumed smokes permeate the evening globe.
She secularly observes her feet going numb
while walking upon the . . .
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November 19, 2009 12:15 PM EST --
She emerged from molten lava
sea water seeping from her crystal pores
tiny pearls dreaming through her hair
white blood eyes
milk membrane tearing apart against the curve . . .
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March 15, 2006 03:16 PM EST --
I want to know about an aspect of perception.Bear with me. Initially, this is, I suppose,a scientific issue. It's regarding visual perception , and if there is (there is) a . . .
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December 06, 2008 10:44 PM EST --
The out house of life
An out house. A bend of a road towards it.
The eyes alight surrounding it at night.
You put your truths there.
Talk to its wasted walls curved off pitiful . . .
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November 09, 2009 02:07 PM EST --
She's too much for one body to carry
said the old woman
her raven eyes intent on the cradle
with its uncertain contents
of white flesh
and strange eyes . . . .
The hardest moments . . .
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December 09, 2008 09:44 PM EST --
Diary of a Phoenix rising
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The coffee cup with a floating sun
on its black gold, is a relic
of morning, steaming on the table.
I am not looking at the rolled . . .
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