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No Enemies NO ENEMIESYou validate a sin.I recoil at duality,and renounce the mask.I am at fire -a time to define the man.I will deal with quietism.Attend the scalding ritual,take off the clothes.Let us see the bruises on your trunk.Put up your wordsin boiling cauldronand pick up the hot truth.I wanted to see the naked melting.How far you have gone in dark ?The tunnel will tell the wind.Death has no enemies...... Source : Childrens Literature Books
I Think I THINKSelf effacement? I wonderI am myself today.War is on - In the valley of triumphsscattering the fleshthe bones and the toes.Let us talk of inner-connectivitythere must be some resistance.The night of terror has come -I did, what I thought.Not afraid of futureyou were not, born with a gun.There is no relativityI speak for you, for him or herfor collective truth. The river is in full spate...... Source : Childrens Literature Books
Hyacinthus HYACINTHUSTell me, what is the hope now?Destiny is not inside the new man.Synthetic lies have spreadlike water hyacinth,on the lake.Somebody was drowned, I hear.Absolute truth?This tragedy:Will it reverse the course of time?I feel very depressed.Stay with me.What do we know about the death?Is there any reincarnation of truth?Must we wait and find outthe transmigrated soul in some poor...... Source : Childrens Literature Books
Pain Of Sky PAIN OF SKYLet us think deeplyand delay the departurefor the search of oneselfin man.It is a long journeythrough the anonymity,soul searching,shreding greed and desire.Nobody is going to be cohesivetill thought knows the meaning of self.Between true and falsewe have to find the rival.The crescent moon follows the coffinof night in a crowd of stars.The philosopher has been defeatedin creating the...... Similar Editorial : by Paul Dylan. | Source : Childrens Literature Books
Witnesses WITNESSESTurbulencebreaking through the fog.my hills disturb the moon.It is past midnight.The oracle sleeps on the smoke circleof rose hips.Inter alia, the words are excitedsomething is going to happenA cuckoo gives a lyrical approval.Pink icicles on windowpluck the eyes.No body is going to mourn for the darkness.An inward othernessplants the gratitude.Another day to celebrate.Silience has a...... Source : Childrens Literature Books
Eternal Itch ETERNAL ITCHWhen you sing no moremy little bird,there would be left a voice imprint on the frozen tree,like a black rose on a white paper.An anguished truth will search for meand I will write for youa lone poem.This is how I talk to my innerselfwhen I leave my body.When I am sad and moth-eatenand I go back to my empty nestto fight with life and deathafter collecting all my debacles.A seed sprouts...... Similar Editorial : by Heather Dugdale. | Source : Childrens Literature Books
Green Pond GREEN PONDCaked bloodon striated muscles,you worshipped the seeds.The lion roarsstirs the sleeping peacocks.Pale skin becomes red.Green and yellow mess of a matrix :searching for an answer,you scramble on the bed.Take my sin, you said -the penile god was not with me,capricious as he was.Community service for a condemned man,let me take a plunge.not for the body.The glass house, mirrors on the...... Similar Editorial : by Brett Fogle. | Source : Childrens Literature Books
Syntax SYNTAXI used to sit beside himwhen he was dying inch by inch.How earnestly I wanted to siphon offmy saved years, to his crackling bones.Silently, without a word, yawning, thenlooking into vacant spacesoundlessly, we talked about the shadeless life.He wanted me to release him.I watched helplessly, his unmeasurable stance.My father's proud, erect past, glistened with alacrity.How much my son will...... Source : Childrens Literature Books
Manifold MANIFOLDMy arm aches while holding the book,thing poetry.Press me hard, doing your best.Squeeze tightly my heart,until it bleeds, untied.Philosophy,sometimes takes you to desert of grief,in the moonlit night,to talk to ghosts of yesterdays.I stop at the dunes,waiting for the music of gentle windsto caress my body.Peace at last,away from swoops and bites.The time holds the handsand walks with you...... Source : History English Literature
Flower Name FLOWER NAMENight was preparing the final transcriptof assault.Moon transcends slowly, subtly on waves.My diminutive voice is getting louderand louder.Tell me, are you listening?Why did you need to jumpfrom a tower?Life had become meaningless?I was still unborn, living in a remote cipherready to encroach upon your temple of love.Someone was writing the names of martyrsto paint the sky. A body...... Similar Editorial : by Cdmohatta. | Source : History English Literature
Pointed Claws POINTED CLAWSSeal your lipless mouthand talk with your eyesweather has changed.Tired of living with scarvescovering your screwed up head.Probity of god men, like nettlewas stuck on your skinwith perennial rash and itch.Crabs, eat your plate, pillsand greens. Hunger was undersideof your ills. Do not think of soul.Dip your fingers in blood and write the names of climbs.Pointed claws will helps you...... Similar Editorial : by Sanjeevkumar. | Source : History English Literature
His God Had Betrayed Denial of total surrender,some where he was holding backa secret commitment to himself.There was never a complete answer.He wanted to believe in non-beliefswithout manipulating time,like a non-being.Nomadic life had not left any chance,to accumulate the cold comfortsof possibilities. He did not want to sleep wellto lose the thread of thinking.Confined in his solitude, his complete failure,as...... Source : History English Literature
Big Strides He was not comfortable with his own wordsto design a whole self,which was a complete truth.in order to be happy under a writing spell.The fake men, twisted crowds,inverted psyche, and psychopathswere casting a powerful clouton the primitive instincts.Could not fight against their own fierce thoughtsindulging in prognosis of exiled fatesresting on their ethos,they exhumed the body of a god.Shadows...... Source : History English Literature
Weeping Mother Huge crowd surged forwardstones were breaking stones.lynched, cracked open the skullof unarmed, lone man,crushing the sane voice, effacing a wise thought!Commandor was extracting blood,killing past and future.Time was bloodblood was time.This was extortion, brutal art of living.A frightened mind grinds to a halttears down the curtains.Eyes unreadable. Rashes are furtivelyburning the skin red.Young...... Similar Editorial : by Heidi B. Lapin. | Source : History English Literature
Weird Ritual Unable to flee from ensconced self,he wanted to say something,between yes and no.Between yes and yes, he said no.Tried to become dauntlesswhich he was not.Picked up an accurate timingfor a weird ritualfor burning his fingers.Between faith and cogitatinghe wanted a dignified retreat.It was straining the beautiful wingbody cracking up eternity, in flightnothing hardens up. Clouds wantsomething to...... Source : History English Literature
