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Prisoner

When thought becomes a prisoner Of fear When heart beats to orders in mindless Despair When tomorrow is coloured by numbness To spare The last dying ounce of sanity in madness Present Now becomes the jail, the jailer and the … Continue reading

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Cycling to heaven

On the road to the mountain sanctuary I met a priest Or was he a monk? A Buddhist monk guiding a goat Or was it the other way around? Perhaps there were two Perhaps I met two After all I … Continue reading

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Blood pressure

I eat a little I eat too much I drink and drink Only water is allowed I wake up at midnight I take a reading The numbers persist It is too high It is too low Headaches and Heat rash … Continue reading

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Girl ~ Boy

A girl runs into a boy who grows Into a girl, reincarnated hundred times Confused. April 29, 2018

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Fly

There is a dragon Always a dragon Always flying In her dream She wakes up sweating Her dreams don’t come often. There is a girl running Always running Always a girl In his dreams She is eaten inside out By … Continue reading

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Stop

You have grieved enough Hang the fox’s tails And the rabbits to dry It is your last season Of hunting Pain! Stop Your time to ride The horizon to unknown Is now So prepare It is your last season Of … Continue reading

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Sleepless

The state of being sleepless is Supposed to be a romantic State of restlessness untrue So untrue It makes my skin curl around its cells Like a coil of Rattle snake lies in waiting for Its prey The state of … Continue reading

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