Silk and A Rabbit

Dark at eight o’clock
and the night is like black silk
wrapped around a tired landscape.

A rabbit crosses the road
confused by the car’s light
it stops.

Lights dimmed it continues
and I hope it will live long enough
to see the sunrise.

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Fragment

Fragment.
And there comes a time when the said sinks into silence,
the story teller has no more to say. Around the fireplace
the listeners look at the teller who looks into the fire, and
as the fire slowly turns into ember they leave him alone.

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Love

Love.
The joy of first love
can’t be copied,
but man tries and tries
to repeat this experience,
and on his way causes
much unhappiness
for his craving of love’s
impossibility.
This last till he gets old
and settles for simple
friendship

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Dream Sequence

Every voyage
I have attempted
Is interior
What I saw I didn't see clearly
But a dream of self discovery

In featureless green slimed statues
I saw my own failures
The impossible dream of sagacity
That in the end
All knowledge turns into idiocy.

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Religious Zealot

He rose from the sea
On the third day of his death
A murmuring night
A haar, breathing to the shores
Of the Bay of Bengal
Silent sea mist
A whispering: Bora, Bora my love
Forget me not.
The saint’s longing for purity
Drowned in terror and blood.

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The Faithful Believers

They want a sign
Any sign
That god exist.
The mother of Christ cries.
False magic.
Their faith depends on it.
Thunder today,
Tomorrow rain
Soon it will be spring.
Yet they go on looking
For a symbol
Blinded by the external
Like god should be
An entertainer.

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Origin

The Origin

Poems begin with
a memory,
thus a child
cannot be a poet.
But poems can also
begin with a dream
of a past that has yet
to be a future.
A child can do that
it dreams
and is therefore
a bard
no one listens to
‘cause a child talk
gibberish.

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A Verse Of Sexual Nature

A Verse of Sexual Nature

If Julian Assange
Is found guilty in Sweden
Wikileaks will
Stand erect as before
Ready to penetrate the truth

Diplomacy’s whores
Pretending to be virgins
In a sinful world
Exposed as immoral tarts
Venereal sores on their face.

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Short Poems

Short verses

Quiet despair
I long for the unattainable
A handful of sweets

Ice cold beer
A glass of blissful nectar
Remembered

In the cabinet
A lone bottle of whisky
Sadness left alone

Lack of romance
I’ll embrace the winter sky
And get a cold sore.

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Winter Night

Winter Night

I sit in darkness
The wood in the hearth burns
Flame’s core is blue
And look cold as diamonds
Intense the aroma of rage.

Glowing ember
When night yields to dawn... ash
Quiet as a shadow
Blows like snow in winter breeze
In the forest ravens crow.

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