Tag: poet
member name: nadya k.
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May 08, 2007 01:46 PM EDT --
Unwanted rythms.
Unwanted desires.
For amounts
and accounts
that are dangled
daily.
Dwindling on a wire
in a selected frame.
Unable to escape
out of respect
fo the ancient
and the wise. . . .
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May 04, 2007 12:36 PM EDT --
While premiers are given powers
as the elephants fight
and the soldiers are charged
by armed gangs,
the court told the man:
'Admit to the theft of the poor
so that the domain . . .
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May 09, 2007 04:41 PM EDT --
The silver and velvet
clouds the midnight sky
and reaches down to earth
as it lets out a sigh.
When touched by the gentle breathing
of the restless sphere
the silvery moon that now connects . . .
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May 09, 2007 06:04 PM EDT --
Left -
For reckless survival,
heartaches and pain.
When autumn came
and leafs fell
in selfless sacrifice
and selfish suicide
doors closed on hearts
given back.
. . .
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May 09, 2007 05:41 PM EDT --
A sleep
was it
that could be had
from rest in peace
on own account.
Sequentially then maybe
the trip shall take
all the bags
in a time
that no-one has.
by me.
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May 26, 2007 10:26 AM EDT --
Prolong the wager
and be the chips
that take the edge
and push on over
the
cliff.
Never stand up
with the shame on your face
so that all you'll have
is my embrace.
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June 01, 2007 05:05 PM EDT --
Pack me away
and secretly so.
Fly me to space
and let me be
while you ask for
what you won't get
and continue the race.
Run you down
with eyes that don't clear.
Music of the spheres . . .
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May 17, 2007 03:48 PM EDT --
Start to execute
what matters most.
Push of ideas
and those close.
Stay in place
and never show true face.
by me.
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June 01, 2007 04:29 PM EDT --
Silence is more silent,
peace is more serene.
Strolling through the garden
and never doubting
walking thoughts that enter.
For faith is always mainly
mutually contradictory
and all these things . . .
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May 17, 2007 03:47 PM EDT --
The blood that flowed
was more of fear
as sheeps were
led to knives.
Screams were pressured
against the plates
as trusting fools turned
cold - TOMORROW's SALE!
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