Destiny

although you are hearing something, you may listen to the wind blowing
your skin is biologically tough but don't forget your heart is beating
you neet this again and again but you don't notice his face he has a face always matamophorsed into a new face but he is always with you he has a strata of sensational character acting wisely in the darkness of illusion
blind-folded but hit the indirectness of life
DESTINY, you are the one

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Atrue Raod Is Not Manifested But Seen Through Experienced Wisdom In Time Of Democrative Wilderness

noises coming out of jealousy, autistic indifference and unacknowledged
and traumatic rudeness
a strayed dog in time of war and peace
a road to freedom leading to democrative moon is seen through
day and night.
A map of concepts distilled with snow queen.
A map of concepts distilled with snow queen.
A map of concepts distilled with snow queen.
A map of concepts distilled with snow queen.
A map of concepts distilled with snow queen.

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Introduction To Post-conceprual Poetics(3)

post-conceptual poetics is a redefination of being a robotics in digital age, humanity in the conceptual frame of digital machinery, a machinery of reflection on the machinery set ut by I-machinery in the operation of social and intellectual capital.A dead butterfly knowing that she can fly over death with language of conceptual networks growing out of the mixture of digitalization and socialization-intellectualization process.WOW.

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Another Poetry Of Otherness

Jumping from the ground to the ground
Nobody knows what I am
Noby knows who I am
I know my another 'I'
Forgetful runaways infinity of langugambled
Life is not a gambled cards but gambled of mind
Who knows? You are a poem?
Fellowspaceman!
Whited colours distorted realities
Where are we standing?
Don't give me answer
Just throw me questions raised by aesthetic impotency
Out of politicised aesthetics running out of life-steamed fuel

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2012

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no investigation
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Success Is Nearby You

when you feel lighted even in a dangerous uncertainty
when you visualize the reality which is always running from your touch
when you hear genius's talk in your ear
when you what to cry your tears easily come out from your soul
when you feel alone outside of the world they are living pain but you are sure to get the world back after a hundred butterflies of poetry
success is nearby you I am sure success is nearby myself
right at the moment

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Strangers But Strangers And Strangers

strangers but strangers and strangers
life goes on truth goes gos on humanity goes on
meaning goes on time goes on rain goes on storms go on
animals kingdom s go on in the forest of Darwin
strangers but strangers and strangers
images go on in the line of alternative realities
images are close relationship with human existence
strangers but strangers and strangers
facts are not strange but language is strange
strangers but strangers and strangers

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A Budget or Bud-jet

When you see it, it is just a pile of numbers or a graph or a grip or a table.
When you feel it, it metamorphoses into a monster or an elephant or a bird or a fish or a tiger or a eel or a dog or a shark or a bug or a snake or a hawk or a vulture or a rat or a whale or an ant or a cat or a.......
When you use it, it is just a machine.
when you lose it, it is a hell.
When you win it, it is just a heaven.
When you die, it is just a pile of numbers.

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Death But Alive

Death but alive imagination in the mild walks of apolitical conciousness
mangosteen, apple, papaya and so on and on and on
a world of vegetables
a prisoner of concience a wanderer of no roots
in the light of unfit situation out of academic confession
the world is a field of regenarative weather and weather forecast
natural selection funtional chaos in the eye of a changing personage
get aloof but still alive with voided breaths
Go ahead my friend

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Hope

an angel a bridge

of heart

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a light
of humanity tree

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