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Allegory
O’ I’d leave you at a standstill; Fatherless — orphaned at infanthood. I’d leave you — not at will; Severed, estranged, misunderstood, In a life, you won’t fulfill. & even if you would, they would do you no good. O’ my son if I could unbear you then I would, & leave you — ink
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Clementine
I will become the one you need someone to be, & though I tend to condescend. I self-efface myself in thee. O’ Clementine, O’self-same me. I will become the one you need someone to be. I will become, & in the process of becoming I shudder. All the ones, I am, I scatter. All the ones, you
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The purpose of Life
To stay, while searching for home. To roam the streets of intricacies, & the alleys of intimacies, & never lose home, while losing way. To find, The ones within yourself. To embrace & to kiss each insurmountable distance, & to conjure subsistence out of void. To face the demons, you avoid. While pack all what
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Storm stroke… [A prayer… by a pagan to an unknown God]
Close your eyes… Visualize a storm… The vast sky is sucking up all the courage that’s left within your heart… The shades of light are battling with the vast clouds… Just like your cheeks are battling with the air that strike it as harsh as waves would hit the rocks… & smell of the air
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The Happy Hour
Cease not to seize the happy hour passing by; Those, who drench all the marrow of today, own tomorrow. Sail deep, until Life’s own horizon turn nigh. Sigh every breath of death — each unending “Goodbye” & breathe the birth of each “Hello” — each new tomorrow. Cease not to seize the happy hour passing
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I shall meet you
Faraway, From those times I used to love; From the times I used to laugh, & those lonely nights where all the best of yesterdays laid in tomorrows. & where joy became a myth; an unspoken secret. There — Faraway, I shall meet you. Faraway, From the noises, From the noisy rhymes & noisy times
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Song of a Wanderer
Tell me the reasons why; my life is just a sigh within thy breath. Tell me the reasons why; I can no longer die If it’s thee I miss. I can no longer kiss the watchful moon goodbye. I can no longer hug The sleepy sun passing by. Tell me a reason why; I can
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Nina
Alas, So mortal is thine sublime kiss, So lethal, so heinous, so divine. O’ mystic miss; O’ wanton wine. Cease not to sway Till be naught of today, Till be naught of tomorrow. Sway off all unbelief, Sway off all the sorrow, Sway deep within each virtue or vice. Thine temperate Life be thrown — a
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Sophie
Then let us dance, & let me touch Eternity at a glance, & strip our souls of time, & then we lose our sins; Embracing a sea sublime, unleashing every god within, & sway Divinity in a prance, Let us dance. If you are who I see you are, Then let us dance, Eye-to-eye —
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Letter XXV “The Last Letter”
“Unconscious Beauty” were those times, Unconscious as you are, The times I was nearest to you As those when I was far. Unconsciously yours, unconsciously mine, Unconsciously were those moments — divine, Unconsciously I stole, Time from my time, Mind from my mind, Heart from my heart, Unconscious that my love will your reason forestall. Unconscious that
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