nine

Posted: July 12, 2010 in POEMS /futility of words
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frenetic joy

mad…

laugh. loud.

forced tug

eight

Posted: July 12, 2010 in POEMS /futility of words
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gentle hug

known hands

strange feeling. stranger.

seven

Posted: July 12, 2010 in POEMS /futility of words
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bonded threads

snapped ties

closed. prisoned.

you not there

Posted: July 4, 2010 in POEMS /futility of words
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funny the way you would

spit on the road

and walk by

memories have become sleeping bag

and you not beside my side

never gain shall the shell sound like the sea

six

Posted: July 4, 2010 in POEMS /futility of words
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silent noises

shouting cries

so quiet…

missing tiles.

five

Posted: July 4, 2010 in POEMS /futility of words
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heartless smiles

meretricious… sigh

black magic

four

Posted: July 4, 2010 in POEMS /futility of words
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smiling tears.

joy to see

heart that cry

three

Posted: July 3, 2010 in POEMS /futility of words
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thin blue line

point up. one down.

snapped and failed…

butterflies

two

Posted: July 3, 2010 in POEMS /futility of words
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dreamy eyes

faraway world

vague look. locked sight.

one

Posted: July 3, 2010 in POEMS /futility of words
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measured pearls

valuable worth

pricey stones. worthless pebbles.

a love poem

Posted: June 22, 2010 in POEMS /futility of words
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you fell in love

with a shooting star

I had lost all my light

long before we met

you fell in love

with the burning light

the last few spurts of life

it was all over

even before we met

now all that is left is

dry ashes and traces

of what was me

burnt out star

hills

Posted: June 22, 2010 in POEMS /futility of words
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thin streams of smoke

rises

chimney blocked

a cat house is on fire

the mountain broken into equal

halves of destruction

long way up

the peak

gurgling streams of water

flows

dammed flow

a tiny ant hill gets flooded.


how swiftly does the vast stretches

of land passes by

the minute vastness of the nature

into one windowless motion

another life maybe.

no quest for mortality

or transcendence

a lousy after-word maybe.

this may not be the end

nor the beginning of another

journey to nowhere

passed away/ out

another flash of light would make

all this an obligatory passage

of time. maybe.

plunged in. a life.

someone outside the window

stares back at me

my reflection.

as a watermark on every passing image

a blot/ mark with each changing scenery

a re-invented self.


the thin hum of the engine

overwhelms the progression

hundreds and hundreds of tiny specks of light

clashes with the sight

vaguely turning the blurred eyesight

into one concrete point

the dust and the dawn

collapses into the light

and all that is left is

the blotched paper.


the trees part again

into two divides of vegetation

a small light

long lost away

shines like a hope

to die before the eye- shut.