Tag: open journal
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May 19, 2008 02:31 AM EDT --
The abused (the dust and the future)
The upturned walls of his mind throbs.
Each flash cuts and pastes scene from past.
Small palms grasp bed sheet, new and crisp.
Eyes water too . . . 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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August 09, 2008 08:19 AM EDT --
A call from an immigrant
The crisscross of rain draws meaningless things
and erases them in the next moment
on the old glass of the pristine cafe.
Tan skin of his fiongers
play with the . . . more
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October 04, 2008 10:57 PM EDT --
Kitty party of disturbed minds
Disturbed minds in a kitty party, talk of
pink happiness with the covert tongues.
A kitchen garden with a crow and its
curious peaks is growing . . . more
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October 03, 2008 10:57 PM EDT --
Wind
A gush of wind plays with the papers.
As he stags them together
it fiddles his hair, it teases him,
inserts its cold fingers inside his mind.
[A dark . . . more
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September 28, 2008 11:15 PM EDT --
{Lane Timothy's Chasing A Dream}
Anew
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Neatly packed hopes are layer after layer
arrayed inside the red suitcase. She lights
a cigarette, closes her eyes which makes . . . more
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July 13, 2008 08:37 AM EDT --
A blank call
This road ends in another and she knows
that will somehow amalgamate into
the one now he lives. Sky conjures raindrops.
Hate is what she feels at times. Then again . . . more
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August 10, 2008 01:31 AM EDT --
A sea is born
(snippet)
Grievances erode in a tide of passionate cry.
Her hand is a warm pressure on a feeble shoulder.
It is so long since you have lost salt-water.
A sea is born. . . . more
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May 10, 2008 09:54 AM EDT --
wasted promises
The wasted promises are conserving,
One day an explosion will rip apart.
The tree, under which thousands of human
Wait and return to empty dream's graveyard, . . . more
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May 21, 2008 08:34 AM EDT --
I like it blended
The sweat and the market.
Life on the village is stirring.
The beggar and the thief
Half heartedly handing over
Their loots to the leader.
The vendor . . . more
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May 28, 2008 02:18 AM EDT --
X-marked spot
The yellow tape, taut and rigid, cordons the place.
Hush has a sound of it and is colored in gray.
Crows and curious men flocking to peep in,
Face the dark smell . . . more
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May 29, 2008 08:28 AM EDT --
Stalker
A hand reaches me everywhere.
However more elusive, I become.
The shadow . . . more
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May 30, 2008 08:39 AM EDT --
A story turned into a poetry
Like spiders they weave a web. The incidents.
The spring on your garden and the girl who
Lives on selling flesh are meeting somewhere
At some point, . . . more
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October 03, 2008 12:09 AM EDT --
Stay, my boy
A waterlogged side lane.
Three days of incessant rain.
One day of municipal election.
And a strike...
This city is flooding.
Leave the car.
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September 16, 2008 11:07 PM EDT --
A coffee pot with painted rooster
(To Alison's coffee pot )
The aroma of coffee pervades the landscape,
blurs the country, state...
The roll of newspaper that bears
the news . . . more
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September 17, 2008 11:12 PM EDT --
A pale pink flower
A pale pink flower is all that he can dare.
"Mon amie," he will say. And then he will give it.
His old ‘dad' has told him a few "man to man" . . . more
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September 23, 2008 08:56 AM EDT --
Bigotry and a bird
He closes his eyes,
tries to believe
his sword shall give life
to many more innocents.
He touches his temple
to erase entirety
of his memories. . . . more
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October 01, 2008 08:33 AM EDT --
A spot of dream
( To William Dotani )
A spot of love on his apron,
"Tea?"
He asks.
A blue sky pretends it does not need
tannin, a taste . . . more
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May 11, 2008 04:09 AM EDT --
1 Saturday road
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Busy to get back.
Ask them" whereto?"
They will only look at their feet.
2 A Sunday road
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May 18, 2008 01:28 AM EDT --
House...1
Four walls lift it on their shoulder.
Sounds of rain dropping on it was the music
My childhood likes most.
A kite is dangling from its corner.
Roof looks at its brilliant . . . more
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