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Secret Truth

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Lightly the young girl dances

around a bonfire; proud of her prized wisdom!

While the old man humbly weeps

over all the things unknown; ever, now and hence.


Surely the innocent fawn prances

haughty and ignorant of the looming doom,

as the hollow-eyed huntsman peeps

through the dense foliage of iron-wrought prudence.


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The Life Dreamt

I look into those light blue eyes, that shine like stars and I see...

The same innocent expression they had when they first opened! A new born child, almost blind from the sights to see, full of anticipation to behold the world and live the life! 

I see these eyes lousy with life and curiosity and laughs!

and I wonder...

not how much longer they are going to stay open...

I don't won...

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Dream (meant mostly for the delusional or the happy)

The day the little fledgling starts mentoring the hawk

The night the Earth is sent orbitting around the Moon

If some time soon the lame and crippled stand up and walk

and I see the fierce and tough smell flowers and swoon

When we start blessing the dead to rest in turmoil and not in peace

and life commences with death under a sun that is blue

If Swan Lake is ever performed in a p...

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Crossing Over to the Other Side

The last thing I remember of you is your mischievous grin.

I remember you beckoning to me laughingly, trying to get me to cross over to the other side.

You were always laughing! Ironically...

Bellowing as loudly as you could trying to prevail over the clangorous, ominous shrieking and the industrial groaning, saying:

"Come on, you've never known life until you've crossed the railroad w...

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Listen well into the Night

The throes of broken lovers

unfold before the light

only when it's dark;  late, late, late at night!


Luminous orbs weep

pearlescent tears drip.

Ink on pargmen drops; indigo steeped, deep.


Listen well into the night

the myriads of wrenched souls moan

sax and fiddles serenading: "You are not alone!"


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The Inglorious End

And the angel kept his wings

And the paramour returned 

to his trite, ignoble things

Though the flesh still yearned

that, then, was the inglorious end.


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Things That Look Alike

Things that look alike


Volume 1: "Bright and Innocent!"


The cordial smile of a supposed benefactor 

The caresses of a new unexplored lover

Freshly cooked up ideas, right out of a young passionate mind; not very well though out

And the hope in the words of the confident orator

and the promises of the formidable father

and his proud posture and big gestures

and the ...

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Hold on with the claws of your heart

The fight has yet to be fought 

The war has yet to start

Nobody asked us if we'd like to enlist!

But the knaves still seek to be bought

Resist! Resist!


Paint with the colors of your eyes

A battle-field of charcoal and aquamarine 

Search for mine within the crowds of your allies

Remember! It's on the prices of the stakes that you ...

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Keep it Close

This is for all the days

that you wake up feeling lesser.

This is for all the ways

that the order of the world has forced you to say "Yes, sir."

and feign a smile and take a bow.

For every time you have to clench your teeth

swallow your pride, crease your brow

this is the only thing I can leave you with.

For all the dull afternoons

and for all the lonesome nights.


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If there is ever held a trial in a court of justice 

To punish the one who stabbed humanity in the eye,

don't go looking for any monster of extraordinary malice. 

Look my way, for the hideous wrongdoer is I.


Rip the clothes off my back and kick me down

Spit in my eye and then hand me the flog,

Because I alone deserve to wear the crown

of the cowardly, hypocritical, whimpe...

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GR (In the South)

GR (In the South)

(revised version)


In the realm of vineyards and olive trees 

In the citadel of hot humid nights

We wasted away dancing in the breeze 

Counting pointlessly the stellar lights.


The foliage urged us in clandestine meetings 

we leaned back and let go of our innocence.

Between childish scribblings and philosophic readings,

entranced by the fragrant...

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It's Always Raining on Lonely Sreet, Haiku

Pins and needles piercing through,

Luminous, lonely light

dark, damp, dancing in the dead of night.

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Shadows and Shades

The shadows of fathers are nasty things

a girl is born in thrall; 

Train for the live-chess arena and lure diamond rings

how glamor and grandeurs are dull;

When she closes her eyes she dreams of the sun

Later she'll claim a second chance through her son.


The shades of mothers are tricky things

a boy grows chasing after it;

That some day she will spread her angelic wing...

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Fall for me Angel!, Haiku

Tenderly like the paramour 

from heaven; in love

the angel falls.

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The Right Thing To Do

I've studied the science of being wrong,

I'll say it's rather simple a paradigm:

You just have to remember to nod along

And let people be right all the time.


Most opportune a getaway in a commotion!

You simply forfeit the right to your own view!

Sign up to be the littlest fish in the ocean.

Get eaten first, it's easy. Ends quickly too!


Being perpetually wrong is "...

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Peace, Haiku

A whirlpool of chaos, monsoon!

And at the centre; an isle


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Before she closed the door to my back

my mother said: "Be wary my child,

Those who are worthy to make their own luck

know to steer clear from what inside runs wild."


I took her words and kissed her forhead

and went on to my well-charted way

I found that a clear safe path lay ahead

I took it and vowed never to stray.


I advanced purposefully towards what

upon my ...

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The Queen of Mundane!

I don't like the ways of my arid tongue

I don't like the stiff ways of my pen

I've been trying to sing what's already been sung

And I'm starting to lose my zen.


It feels like my head is made of bricks

Mould is working its way inside,

I'm in permanent stupor and all fresh out of tricks,

mouth agape and eyes open wide!


I hold my reading books upside-down

I write ...

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Mother Goose Puts Her Foot Down

Leave little songbird, go-

-off of my ledge!

or I'll shut the window,

or I'll burn down your perch.


Your cloying chirping keeps

my doted children from slumber

she fusses and weeps

he is always encumbered.


You have lost the flair to lull 

only cause ennui and grief

your songs have grown dull

they no longer bring relief.


The tales that you tweet


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Skinny Dipping, Haiku

Stripped of

chances; yet

swimming with choices!

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Saturday Haiku

The splendid Eve

of some imposed Lord's day

is mine.

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My Most Constant F(r)iend

My Most Constant F(r)iend


You've always been the predecided grand finale!

Mortals and angels, imps and harpies dance around your light.

And you, the bonfire! Casting shadows all across your valley

Sit back and watch us dance and chant in reverance and fright.


As for Yours Truly, you're the reason why my life has meaning.

You are the force compelling me to toil, strain a...

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The Sunday Blues

No matter how busy your fingers,

no matter how bright your works

n' if the glorious "now" feels like it lingers

don't be fooled! The grim "tomorrow" still lurks.

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To beloved H.G. (had to be written down)


I wish you were here to witness how you’d turn out had you not been burnt by the fire in you.

I wish you had stuck here long enough to give the long road a chance, see there’s an exit at the end of it.

I wish I could steer you away from that misleading short-cut at the end of which lies that brick wall with the shabbily spray painted “Dead End” on it.

I wish you were here to see me f...

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Always On The Losing Side

Always On The Losing Side


You’ve lost to emperors and knights,

been cheated by beggars and thieves.

Shame and agony fill your nights

The scar of defeat never leaves…

You always were that one lame horse

That even you wouldn’t bet on.

Charm isn’t an overcoat you can force

on an ugly duckling-of-a-swan.

Some days you lose to the witty,

and other times you lose


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Consume or be Consumed

Consume or be Consumed



And right when you think you’ve had enough…

Take a big breath! There’s still room!

Swallow the Insults; Feast on them!

You might as well enjoy them too!

The more of them you eat

the less of them stare back at you from your plate.

You can't have Respect though.


You can only lick the icing a little bit...

With class and finesse take ...

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A Rhyming Idea

               A Rhyming Idea


Boys so curious fumble-fumble

gay little girls spin round and round

Thus until the sky shall crumble

n' the burden of us cracks the ground.


Should the world meet its undoing

One last light will shine so sheer!

–What's the idea?-

Wealth or power or spineless wooing? (nay!)

La poesia, la poesia!


Words in prose and words in mu...

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Still Here

Still Here


Raise your glasses cunning foes!

Behold your triumph and cheer!

The folk are down, who will not flee

will bend the knee in fear.

My neck is broken, wounds are sore

You’ve almost won the war!

So drink a toast and raise your glasses,

brag and mock and sneer!

At dawn when the golden hour passes,

I will still be here.


(written on October the 15th, ...

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Things that sound alike

Things that sound alike


Volume 1: “Screaming”


All the firsts and all the lasts sound the same.

The frst cry of a new born infant gulping that dreadful thing she'll later fight for

and the sudden "ouch" from the first time she prickled her finger with a rose’s thorn

and the battlecries of soldiers,

and the rattle of death,

and the demented folk, out in the streets and...

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-Father, father,  why do we bother? 

-For the sake of taking it all a bit farther.


-Mother, mother, why do we bother?

Why do we dare and why do we care?

-For otherwise we wouldn’t bear.


-Lover, lover, why do we bother?

Why suffer the keen sting, why keep each other slave?

-So that flowers grow on our grave.


-Brother, brother, why do we bother?

Why t...

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I can tolerate Death

I can tolerate Death


I can tolerate Death and His puppeteering strings.

Always breathing down my neck, always plotting, always scheming,

clinging from my ankle, plucking feathers off my wings.

And even in my visions, even in my dreaming

of Love, of You, of healing Art,

I find myself, not blissful, but a little short of breath.

And it’s not Hope or Caution nor my beating h...

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