Moments Gone By
You had more moments with me then I had with you, and yet we were both there, but not completly present. I was there and vanished, once again. While your distance was close, it was not. You appeared, disappeared and...
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Poetry
233 works
F.G. Lorca
In the dawn of the battle the army was dead. No one has stopped. No one has stopped. The trenches were empty of human, of blood In the middle of the dawn of the fight. Over the hill the others...
Read More →Look
look there where they could not see where we are blind the bait is not taken is not needed
Read More →I traveled the land
I traveled through black land gay land meadows of white trash land of butches and butchers chicks with dicks land wetback land of the desert where the streem of hope puddles and vaporises at every day break mecca land where...
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I look behind, seeing the unlost I stop breathing as usual, formerly I stayed wondering.. After a while I stopped again having no expression about the new previous like my entire being is a stop with an unlost back view
Read More →Starved
alone in the cage he felt Starved the peep view with flowers was dying in him his thirst did not help them revolted, the unbuilt wall he broke his view, unremained was the flowers eternal are now; but in death...
Read More →Laughing man
The view with abyss the rolling with said and insignificant with actually Then, I met my self with a laughing human He did everything in his power – and he was sleeping laughing was tired – he made the laughter.
Read More →The Illusions from Ceiling
I am looking above and I see nothing is nothing to be seen else I do not want to look I shut my eyes cry, I pray to appear high still nothing is now I’m outside, in the street in...
Read More →Omeleted Savior
Oh, how much I loved myself Like an immortal, aware Of my infinity, senseless Above were egging only for if the one would come Among us, the omelet Surfaced As uneaten The Me Then I practiced a suicide As a...
Read More →In stamba
From the roof she screamed From the building aside of my aspiration of her Only when the river drenched I heard The offspring of love Left alone, wingless At first I tried to swim I remember… I forgot how to...
Read More →Among it
Glancing, life was a burial procession I melted with the crowd toward the grave A yell from ground raped my toes Aware now, all other paces elsewhere go Immune, yet victim I gaze to see The nearest unknown surrounding me,...
Read More →Forgiveness
Kill me in the open view Where the seen is unreal Pick up a stone from that holy mountain or the other one Let the liar cast first, Let the believer Ask the slayer for the lethal advice Come, come...
Read More →John 2nd
Today another angel had died A world is marching to prayer A thought of good and humane and celeste Along will bring just despair Today, for a moment, by the dawn I refuse to refuse thus I see It’s 9...
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