Tag: gather zone
group name: myxmasbreakdown
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April 09, 2009 09:02 AM EDT --
What is the number one thing that puts you in a good mood? Good books to read .
What is your biggest pet peeve? Liars, those who cannot covert it into an art
What foods put you . . .
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April 19, 2009 02:10 AM EDT --
Future under a moon
Slow moon is sitting over the roof of the temple.
Cinder trees in the ash sky and the traveling bike…
He comes to this fairy tale, these winter twilights . . .
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April 27, 2009 09:50 PM EDT --
T h o r n s
The man wakes up, waking up hurts.
“Where are my thorns?” He whispers.
The spot of blood provides evidence
to the thorns’ burning existence. . . .
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May 10, 2009 10:03 PM EDT --
Butterfly
( to Jenni )
A surprise butterfly
is pervading the privacy
of nursing home.
It hovers over the monitors;
follows the green dot;
as if trying to decipher . . .
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June 09, 2009 08:14 AM EDT --
Spamming once more
Once you cross the afternoon on a boat,
moving through the Ganges,
an evening sprawls on
the closed premises,
of sick industries
like, writing impulsively; . . .
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January 14, 2009 09:38 PM EST --
wintry house
Wednesday writing essential
The long tortuous road with wintry wind
playing with fistful of dirt thrown at us.
With a cloud over our heads we
used . . .
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January 18, 2009 06:13 AM EST --
Wandering stars
After this much road traveled together,
after we have reached here so slowly
let us decide to run away once more,
eloping from the eyes of the present
with . . .
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January 19, 2009 09:23 PM EST --
The Surreal Circus
(to the namesake group and to Anne M)
The manager conjures rainbows,
summons them to sprawl, spread, create
an ethereal canopy
over the audience, now . . .
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January 24, 2009 09:32 PM EST --
Cuts both ways
His fingers roam all over.
The points are rising,
seeking more pleasure.
She can whisper
those naughty sweet words
she cannot utter otherwise.
She takes . . .
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April 07, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
Hey life , don't look at me!
Life
breaths still
she can feel.
He lays ears
on the girl’s belly
where life is breathing.
Suddenly he succumbs to . . .
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April 29, 2009 09:51 PM EDT --
Night of fireworks
The night of her rape was also of fireworks;
fluorescent flowers breeding in the instant sky
celebrating the end of a war which hadn’t ended.
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May 08, 2009 10:14 PM EDT --
LIFE LINE
The stairs with usual the damp air of age, slip.
A pain enters, knocking with rapid rhythm, urgency.
Suffocating, he feels a mist is enveloping
every view, every . . .
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May 21, 2009 07:45 AM EDT --
of blankness (Thursday writing)
{Richard Lynn Livesay, is one of the finest poets, and is blessed with a quicksilver pen; I have met. He told me, yesterday, that he is in a . . .
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June 14, 2009 10:16 PM EDT --
New kid
A squadron of squirrel moves here and there.
In this quarantined piece of green he is new;
new to this locality, block, other kids.
He, the shy boy tries to mingle; they . . .
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December 25, 2008 06:18 AM EST --
On Evening
The sun has been trying to move
the loose boughs falling over its face,
in vain.
Out of its front door a road goes
to meet the impatient lady
waiting at the . . .
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May 11, 2009 10:03 PM EDT --
(It is Robert who has inspired these)
Gray wolves
The snow is consuming sun in its keen hunger,
the shade of bloodless star remains on sky-canvas.
Searching a shade of gray in . . .
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May 12, 2009 10:15 PM EDT --
Wild horse and shackles
A wild horse today invades in my jungle of dreams,
and I think of you. Moving. Departing our ol’city.
I have been watching like the time I watched . . .
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May 13, 2009 10:11 PM EDT --
Tiger
“This used to be the castle here.”
He says pointing at the dusty ruin;
fog is climbing the spiral stair case
only to fade away in gray sky.
We know that it visits . . .
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May 16, 2009 10:19 PM EDT --
Ruin
The
trance of seeing a family getting together
makes him yearn, makes him saunter, through the noon road
leading towards a doll’s house, rejected by him
in . . .
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May 18, 2009 10:06 PM EDT --
To the river-dolphins ( Platanista gangetica )
The river of Ganges flows around my city
like a dirty dress of a vivacious girl, a child,
playing with its building set and . . .
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