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September 28, 2005

More, much, much more

It is not getting there, it's the trip, the process. I miss the creative part of writing my book. Being engulfed in the whole ideas, characters, every seconds and minutes. It's so satisfying. The editing however does not come easy to me, though its probably the most important and most time consuming. I already have started THE PERSIANS, the book I have been thinking of writing for a long time, but It needs to grow in me, the main idea is there. Same thing happened with DREAMS & ILLUSIONS, I wrote the first paragraph and then stopped, letting it to come to me.

I have also been toying with the idea of making RAPPING LONDON, to a play. I haven't written any plays, but one has to start somewhere. I sent the rough draft of the first scene to Dr, B, and I am waiting for her response. I think there is a lot of room for that poem to grow into. There is so much that one can say within a play. I can expand on the theme and showcase both sides of the argument. I guess we will see.

The part of my writing that is suffering the most these days is the poetry. I have not written much, although I have done a few small ones that are posted in the main body of the site. Choob reviewed THE MOON, and he seems to like it.

I am in a flux, I guess writers, always live in the purgatory any way. The business has picked up and it is satisfying to be a good provider again. I have noticed how my life has changed, and I have done so within it. I am always going home, and I will never get there, that is how it goes, to evolve and take more, digest it and create. The Writing life that I have always yearned for, is a traveling life, a going somewhere all the time kind of life, and I like it.

Seasons changing, I like the intimacy and seclusion of the Autumn. although life goes much more quickly for me in Autumn and winter. My eyes are open and my ears also, I am thirsty and I am hungry for more, much, much more.

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September 14, 2005

Raping London

Today I recieved my copies of Weston Magazine. On the cover to my delight I found the title to my poem. Inside on page 230, there was my poem. I am delighted. If any of you were interested to recieve a copy, you could call 203-319-0873, and ask them to send you a copy. The magazine is a local magazine which showcases some of the local talents in poetry and fiction.

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September 13, 2005

The Persians

I had just written the poem -The hour of ascent. It was more than a poem, it was a pleading. It was the cry's of a man who knew he would fall, and all his grace would be claimed by his urges. Urges so human, so fitting within the arrogance of his young life. I was standing at the tip of the cliff and beneath me was the air, the ocean and my fall, and I was at this knowingly. I had come for my fall. I had sinned before but not of this magnitude, never with such fervor. I had always wanted more, but never this much.

The boy grows to be a man, but he is not a man till he becomes aware of his limitations. I had not known my limitations, and I had always needed so much. To push further. Though conservative in all my elements, I enjoyed the lure of sin, and the depth it held. Now I had come to claim it. The opportunity was at hand, and I was eager. I knew, another step, and I would not know how to return, another step, and I fall. I had enough of living within the parameters of reason, I had enough of my middle class sensibilities. Not knowing who was my father, was it Cane or Able. One more step, and I would know. One more step and my life would be defined within the heritage of my tribe.

I had come to this of my own will, or at least I presumed so. I had always been my own man, even at the tender age of Four and five, carrying my big head on my puny shoulders, walking straight and stern. A friend told me later on," You never used to smile, you were so serious,". That was my sanctuary, where I crawled and stayed. It was my def fence, my armor, my solitude, and salvation. They would not have reached there and I was safe. The damage was done much earlier. Healthy as I might have looked, if you could look deeper within my eyes. only if I allowed you to tread closer, you would have seen the decay of a soul in pain. The helpless mutant that had crawled and stayed in me for years. Deformed and raw, with such thirst , such appetite. And yet I had concealed him within me, dancing on surfaces of every day living of a child. There is no pity here for me, I was blessed for my damage and even then I knew the extent of distances and differences.

The man prays to his God for allowance of sight, of knowing what he is not designed to know, and seeing what he should not. His God asks him if he could bear, if he could stand the severity of knowing , and the horror of unseen. To which he replies with such greed, such fever, not knowing the limits within him. So he is allowed, and he gets to see, and know more than he should, and the illusions bleed within the reality he adheres to and he loses both, what he knows and what he dares to know. I saw too much, and heard too much and wanted so much, and needed much more, and this all became a tender wound within my soul, and no healing in sight. No giving arms to hold, no bosoms to feed of, and the wretched quietness of days that dripped so slowly within my patience.

There was the dreams of rooftops, the two white toy accordions, for me and my brother, and my father who walked with his hands inside his pockets and his empty eyes filled with dread. Happiness was a game of hide and seek, a game we played. drinking the cold water after a long run, or hitting the ball to cross the lines. Happiness was easy, at reach. My mother, the most beautiful woman I've ever known, playing her own game of house. She walked around the house in her black ceremonial dress, and as she passed, I could hear how her heart was sinking within her chest and her pride was fading. And the displacement of our days, and the new beds we never cared to sleep in. as the security of the every day rituals were gone, and we were settled in unknown territories. Too young to know, maybe. But my eyes could see and my heart would ache. She was not there and I wondered, if The world would ever be safe again.

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the fall

Restless soul of mine, it would never be enough time for all your whims. Cherish the wine in the lands you claim, as
you corss the dusted settlements of unseen. Dare to the hights you wish to soar, and remember the descent, the fall, and the grace of belonging. remember the fall.

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story teller

To know the light at the witching hour
or to remember, the settlements of its glow
embarking on the blind roads and choices,
To know the dpeth of the oceans,
and the extentions of the sky, the clouds
and the wind and all the particles
of dust that has traveled throuhg the ages
and times, to know of the destiny of men
and the fears of life, as you sit by the fire
at dusk and tell your stroy in familiar voices
kind words, the prophecy of unknowns
and unwanteds, coming through you,
so you tell your story
as you see it

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Do be do be do......dododododo

-It's not that I am more intelligent than every one else, I just spend more time with the problem. Albert Einstien,

yup, it's the discipline. to sit yourself down and do what you got to do. The other day some one told me that many of our New York Blacks, and Spanish friends are on their way to New Orleanse to get themselves some of that Golden Goose. I am not very cooperative this time, I've had it with our welfare state, wherver I see a donation box for the Victims of the Hurricane, I just hold my nose, and leave. remember we all have paid it forward. The new subject on the air waves these days is if Illegal Aliens that lived in N O should also benefit from the gopvernments generosity. Well there's 51 Billion Dollars worth of it, so I guess everyone should get some.

In LaLa land, aka California, there were two amandments passed last week, one is the same sex marriage, which was defeated by the general votes before. But our represetavies have passed it in the state congress. The Governator has promissed to veto it. there was also a bill passed to give every illegal Aliens a driving lisence, again another refrandom that was defeated at the last election , but now is picked up and approved by our representaives in California.

I think, no, I believe that there should be a test for any one who wants to become a parent. there should be psychlogical tests, and once that gets approved, believe me we wont have any population problems.

I listen to Micheal Savage sometimes going home in the evening. He is a Radio personality, with his program Savage Nation. He believes that Liberalism in the form that is practiced in USA, is a mental disease. I think I agree with him.

Mr, Polansky the famous director that is now making the movie OLIVER TWIST, has asked the Mayor of N O, if he can send his actors to study with all the other victims in N O.

Did you see the picture of Osama Bin Ladin on the cover of NY Times magazine, the Sunday edition, it was written under neath it, IS HE WINNING ?. American media does such a fine job in encouraging and helping our enemies, and is we can accept that the friend of our enemies, is our enemy. Well Hell is too good for them.

They should our good friend, Sean Penn walking in the streets of N O, carrying a pistol. At least he has enough sense to carry7 one.

The new TV series that I have enjoyed so far. -WANTED, on TNT, is a well written, well acted series, worth the watch. Tnight God willing I would watch-HOUSE, Md. on FOX channel at nine, I can't wait to see my regular buncha looney tunes, and the star of the show, Doctor House.

Juctice Brown, a self made Federal Judge, that was forced through the congress and approved for Apallete level would make the best nomenie for the next empty seat on the supreme Court. Not only she is well qualified, she also is an African American Woman. The Democrats would hate us for ever for this one.

It's so interesting to me how the Hurricane in the golf has take Iraq and all our efforts there on the back burner. The estimated cost for the tragedy is over 250 billion dollars. We could have fought two moew wars for that money, and already have taken over Iran, and Syria.

-It's not that I am more intelligent than every one else, I just spend more time with the problem. Albert Einstein,

up, it's the discipline. to sit yourself down and do what you got to do. The other day some one told me that many of our New York Blacks, and Spanish friends are on their way to New Orleans to get themselves some of that Golden Goose. I am not very cooperative this time, I've had it with our welfare state, whoever I see a donation box for the Victims of the Hurricane, I just hold my nose, and leave. remember we all have paid it forward. The new subject on the air waves these days is if Illegal Aliens that lived in New Orleans O should also benefit from the governments generosity. Well there's 51 Billion Dollars worth of it, so I guess everyone should get some.

In La La land, aka California, there were two amandments passed last week, one is the same sex marriage, which was defeated by the general votes before. But our representatives have passed it in the state congress. The Overmaster has promised to veto it. there was also a bill passed to give every illegal Aliens a driving licence, again another referendum that was defeated at the last election , but now is picked up and approved by our representatives in California.

I think, no, I believe that there should be a test for any one who wants to become a parent. there should be psych logical tests, and once that gets approved, believe me we wont have any population problems.

I listen to Michael Savage sometimes going home in the evening. He is a Radio personality, with his program Savage Nation. He believes that Liberalism in the form that is practiced in USA, is a mental disease. I think I agree with him.

Mr, Plank the famous director that is now making the movie OLIVER TWIST, has asked the Mayor of New Orleans O, if he can send his actors to study with all the other victims in MN O.

Did you see the picture of Osama Bin Ladin on the cover of NY Times magazine, the Sunday edition, it was written under neath it, IS HE WINNING ?. American media does such a fine job in encouraging and helping our enemies, and is we can accept that the friend of our enemies, is our enemy. Well Hell is too good for them.

They should our good friend, Sean Penn walking in the streets of N O, carrying a pistol. At least he has enough sense to carry7 one.

The new TV series that I have enjoyed so far. -WANTED, on TNT, is a well written, well acted series, worth the watch. Tonight God willing I would watch-HOUSE, MD. on FOX channel at nine, I can't wait to see my regular bunch looney tunes, and the star of the show, Doctor House.

Justice Brown, a self made Federal Judge, that was forced through the congress and approved for Epaulette level would make the best nominee for the next empty seat on the supreme Court. Not only she is well qualified, she also is an African American Woman. The Democrats would hate us for ever for this one.

It's so interesting to me how the Hurricane in the golf has take Iraq and all our efforts there on the back burner. The estimated cost for the tragedy is over 250 billion dollars. We could have fought two more wars for that money, and already have taken over Iran, and Syria.

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September 12, 2005

Being there

The book was done last week. And I've already cleaned out chapter one, and added some more. Saturday I started cleaning Chapter two and I'm half way down. I miss writing though. I miss it a lot. Last night I got up around Two thirty, and I had this idea in my head. Writing a short story, called -sleeping ritualls- The voice would be of a sixty years old man. Anyway the main job is still looking me in the eyes. Cleaning Chapter two.

I am interested also to write my life lon g project. The life story of my Maternal Grandfather. It will be a big job though. It probably had to encompass three generations. It is always more fun getting there, and I feel I am losing interest but I've promised so I will go on. Life is good

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September 07, 2005

Getting there

I am drained, bear with me, I know I've been belly aching for a long time. but this is my life, and the way I live it. Today I wrote for almost four hours and finished the book that is within my book. It took a lot out of me, but it was so liberating. I am happy, happy enough to cry. I have one more chapter to write, the ILUSSION, the last chapter. you see we had the DREAMS as the first chapter, then the body of the book that Malcolm had written a long time ago, but in the Illusion Brian would be back to haunt him again.

It would be so deliciously vengefull for Brian and poor Malcolm would feel the same pain he inflicted on Brian,....I say no more. Dr, B as usuall is so very supportive. she tells me she has never been involved in a experience of such magnitude, and it has been thrilling to her. Marjan my wise beautiful wife, just wants me to finish the book and then do whatever I can to publish it. she wants me to be consistant and stay with this till the end.

Any way, I am tired. I wanna go home and rest, see my babys, bask in their love and just relax and tomorrow, if everything goes allright, I will write the illusionsssssssss. LIFE IS GOOD.

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September 06, 2005

tuesday

Last night we got home, and Marjan had left all the windows open, there was a nice cool breeze inside the house. Before we sleep usually Kiana follows me, making sure all the doors are locked. She didn't like the windows staying open, and I assured her I will close them before I sleep.

Sleeping in our bed, the walking window that leads to the balcony on the west side the house, and the other two windows, were open all night. It felt so nice sleeping on the cool sheets, and having the night air wash over me. Earlu morning Amin crawled in the bed next to me, and found his way in my arms. he is so big now. I'm so glad the summer is about to be over. somehow going back to our routine makes me so very happy. I know you all enjoyed the summer and I'm so happy for you all.

Last night before they fall sleep My kids asked me about the book, and I tried to summerize it for them. They thought it was confusing. I told them once they are grown ups, they could read it, and also explained to them that the site is for them, if they were curious to know about life and times of their father, they have a road map and a place to go.

The last three days I've been back in to writing poetry, and it is very satisfying to me. The style is completely different, I guess I am getting more direct and honest in my poetry. I like the change, and i hope there is certain growth in my work. But you know when you write, or do anything creative, you are so very insecure about it. I guess that is the reason we try harder, and are never satisfied. There always should be more. LIFE IS GOOD.

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September 05, 2005

lighter than air

To tell you
How long I stayed
waiting in the rain
at the staion, where
the trains sped away
and the crawlers found
their ways, My heart aches
and the picture I have of you
with the young promise of you
lighter than the air,
is getting yellow around the edges.

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Directions

you could have called,
and asked me the direction
the roads are dark, but
I have set fireflies on each
Branch of each tree, you would
Have found me, your heart
oh if only you trusted your heart.
But I guess, we've been so long apart
even your heart wont remember.
I will allow you your distractions
I will not come to you, though
My heart knows where to dare
But allow me my pain,
and dont tell me ever again
how you miss me.

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the Moon

I've lit the moon
in icy cold white glow,
and the velvet blue drape
that I hang behind it, frames
it in a quiet contrast.
now when the night comes,
the night crawlers hesitate
their trespass, and the
travelers would look up and smile.

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To be incidental

I am exhausted, tired, and on verge of crying, thank god I have no place to do it. Marian and I have this custom that whenever one of us is under pressure, the other one takes him or her to bed. then we hold each other, and cry, it helps. She asked me if I needed to cry when she came back from Seattle, but I said NO, I wish I had.

Just received the reviews from Dr, B on chapters 23, and nth. She is delighted with 23 rd, and likes nth plenty too. I had been feeling lost, since she was away and I hadn't gotten any feed back from her. I am into chapter nth. have about twelve paragraphs, I know where we are going with it, and hopefully within the next chapter we will have a conclusion. then I have to write the last Chapter of the book, ILLUSIONS. which in a way would put everything together, and crumble it, leaving my readers in limbo. I like that.

"it's not easy to be incidental", - memories of me, the movie

Would I ever get to turn on the TV, and see something wonderful, some good news, is that too much to ask. I mean haven't we seen enough accidents, and death, hurricanes, floods, fires, and haven't we gotten desensitized after watching so much of it.

Would TV programmers stoop any lower, with all the reality shows that make fictional movies more real than ever. Don't we have any shame in us any more. I wrote one of my friends the other day, THEY ARE SELLING SOULS OUT THERE. and in a way he told me to snap out of it.

The next six to twelve month will have such an effect on the future of this country. with two vacancies on the bench now, it is so crucial for Republicans to hold on to their guns. and get their nominations through, they have fought hard for it, and the re-election's result have given GWB the right to get his nominees. I hope our puny , yellow belly middle of the road opportunists like HA GEL, Snow, Chaffy, and their leader Mac Cain would not ruin the process. It should be interesting.

" Where are my Shoes, and who called my name, Sohrab. I have to leave tonight, I who have talked from the widest windows with these people, I never heard them realizing the essence of time. nobody has looked taken by the glory of a garden. Nobody's has taken the crows that linger by the farm seriously." - Shrub Sepehry

The loneliness has made me weary, I ache, and accept the silence as it weeds me through and through. Living within my geography, my scenery. walking through these dark walkways, and walking down as I view the clouds within my mind, and the extension of the sky's I will reach I as walk down further. I tell myself it is crucial to take the road, and to get there. to write the last word, on the last paper, and then let them live for the eternity they aspire to. I miss conversation with the ones I know, and I abhor the voices that come through. there should be calmer waters, and the rest that comes when the trip is over and the rapture is gone. Happy traveling Blue soldiers.

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September 04, 2005

digging

"It's so troubling when things don't fit," -Accidental tourist

Some thing never change and some things never fit. Any way Saturday afternoon late, just finished my twenty fourth Chapter of the book, my eyes hurt and i need distraction. Dr, B is amazed of how fast I am writing these Chapters, and she says, I doubt my work since it comes so easy to me. I don't know but hope springs eternal. Marjan and my mother, tell me I should n't put too much in getting published, they don't want me to get disappointed. The two wisest women in my life. I'm sure once many years from now when my Kiana reads the last sentiment she would object. as long as she is concerned her daddy is hers and no one elses.

Someone asked me if any of what I write is biographical. I tolf her No, but you can only write about what you know. when she asked me to clear my answer further. I told her, yes most of what is in the Book, is events I have seen happen, but with fiction you mix, you give each character to some extent the attributes of people you know, or atleast you start with that, and then it's mind buggling how they take you where you want. I have had many chapters that I had not planned to write, but the events happened and in a way got dictated to me, even surprising me. It definitely is a fun process. so satusfying that I do not write as many rants and poetry any more. everything has taken the back seat to this.

One of my people in the store, who has been witness to my sitting and pounding on the lap top, the other day came to my office looking at me. And I told him, I am like a survivor of a shipwreck that is holding on to a piece of wood floating in the ocean, hoping it would save him. He laughed. In a way like many others who ask me once in a while where I am with the book, he is also surprised that I am still at it, and kept the discipline of coming to the office, and writing every day.

When I told my five and a half audiance in the previous life of this site, hat I will be writing a book on the site every day, my idea was to share the whole process with them. I thought they might enjoy it, but we live in the times of sound bite and McNews, peoples attention span is not more than a paragraph or two at times. And yes there is a good posibility that story was not interesting to them, as one of my readers told me that he doesn't read this kinda stuff. But surprisingly he is the only one that has sticked with me, and by7 leaving me comments he is still reading. He hated the sex scenes, but I told him to hang on, and he seems more happy with the chapters that have come after chapter Ten.

Through out this though Dr, B has been my Rock of stability and encouragements, by giving me some of the kindest and most satisfying reviews, and made me feel, That I might have something, and she still does. She has told me that she has never been a part of a big project like this and she is enjoying it, asking for more at the end of each review. and God knows I may end up writing this book for only these two readers of mine. However the underlying sentiment has always been to leave a diary of my every day life for my kids and my wife. i am not sure if Amin would ever be interested in it. Although he does surprise me plenty by the way he keeps track if everything, and showing that he is always under estimated. Kiana on the other hand, I think she would be the heir apparent for my and my writing aspirations.

She is the one who talks always about taking over the site at some point. and asks about the book all the time. The other day marjan read to me the composition she had written for her teacher about her summer vacation. It was written with such confidence and such clear words and sentiment that made both of filled with pride. these days though I do feel very lonely. I do not have any close friends. i get bored mostly with people, I have no patient, I become arrogant and your basic horse's ass. But recently I feel the loneliness more, maybe because I'm preoccupied with the book.

And the characters don't leave me along, I think about them most of the time, what would happen next, where are we going , trying to keep the readers interested and keeping the story logical and seamless.

Some of it might be my age, and the new sensibilities of living in my age group, but I've always been a recluse, and had to create this different persona in me to socialise, I come across jolly, and humoros, and maybe , a bit too strong specially for people how like to stay private and proper. any way, LIFE IS GOOD , and writing life is fun.

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September 01, 2005

My Heart Attack

Every morning, I wait for my heart attack. Hootan says my cholestrol is good, blood pressure's fine. Fat to muscle ratio is very good. but still I have had uncles on both side of the family dying at my age. and I am my fathers seconds son(as they were), the arrogant one. I don't know why, but I wait every morning, and then when it does not show up, I go about the rest of my day reluctantly.

Marjan thinks its the depression sipping in again. she knows me well, but I don't know. And without the heart attack I have to go on, providing for my family, watching not to disappoint my wife further. make sure I have my Jammies on, so my daughter would not be embaressed in front of her friends. I have to play baseball with my son, althought Marjan does not think I am a good male influence on him. I never thoguth I would, but he would find his way, the way I did, the way many do, or don't.

I have to answer to my friend, Mr Spock, why I am wailing again, trying to get attension, maybe I don't know, he is more logical than me, maybe he is right. Sometimes I feel a bit of pain in my left arm, and I think, and then I remember I lifted too much weight yesterday. and I have to finish the book no matter what, the closer I get to the end, the more I stall. Marjan thinks its the lives of my characters in me taking me away, and I tell her I always have many excuse for that. and the characters are oky, and whether I wanted or not they have to go away. Dr, B likes my characters, specially Malcolm, Sara, Choob and now Richard, the dying homosexuall.

Marjan thinks I should think about writing one man plays, or two men stories. she thinks the more characters inside my books and my head, the larger they would make my head. I wonder. But the heart attack could be the savior. These days when I see a customer I want to puke. I want to pull out my penis and pee on them, and tell them to get lost, they had their chance with me and now it's too late.

wow, I feel better now sharing my miseries, thanks, LIFE IS GOOD

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Loan

I asked my mother for some money, times are tough, she was pleased and surprised. I had never asked for her car keys when I was a teen.
and even when she had left, or when she had kept her breasts away from my mouth, I had never asked. I had never learned how to.

She met me, outside Lord &Taylor, Kissed me, and asked me to get in. I din't want to, I was there to pick up a check, around $500.00 dollars, enough to by Milk, bread, smokes and gasoline, maybe for a week. She was pleased I was there, my head down, distrought, unhappy, polite, with my smart remaks left way out. She was gracious, she showed me the leash, I accepted. My neck is too big but somehow I made it fit. I don't recieve kindness well. One of my many shortcomings. She asked why I needed the money, I siad it was the kindness I was looking for. I noticed how old she is getting, with traces of dyes in her one time silky black hair. Her skin, still beautiful but sagging around her eyes.I rememberd One of the reason I adore Kiana is that she looks like my mother, at least the one I always remember.

I guess if I had to ask any one, my mother would have the most right to see me humbled, and down. LIFE IS GOOD

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Once I am done

It would liberate me and may be then I will watch the flowers in the garden, walk in the morning air, and celebrate the rain with a toad.

Once I am done, registering the numbers on the pages, finding a cover,
correcting all the words I misspelled. Once Malcolm find his wings and fly away, fara far away, like a kite that hover over the rooftops.
It would liberate me, I will kiss her agin with no tears, focusin on the scent of her skin, and how pleasure is devine and forgiving. yes
I would set my bed, and sleep on it, for at least hours, woth no coraboration, no findings, I will be free, I will ring the bell, and once I get in, I would seat for another tale and some tea.

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croded arteries

The bitternes in him
has solidified within
his arteries. So the poison
that colors his blood
has croded in his veins.

He smiles more often
not knowing, no intension
it's like his body
has decided to do what
he never did. it would not
Please him if he knew, how
sweet his face looks.

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drag of smoke

I asked the old man
for a drag of his smoke
he pulled me close, kissed
My lips, my mouth as bitter
As his dreams, and then
He offered me a drag, smiling.

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Traveller

what good are the road signs,
the numbers and exits, if
you travel on a road to nowhere.
If what is lost is deep within you
where you have never dared, never been.

Is it the motions that keep you
the white traces you follow, or
The dreams that come, as the
Roads extent beyond illusions.

or the strangers you meet,
The long legged desperados
looking in the same directions.
Or the fear that if you took
the last exit before the sunset
you might have to stay where
your heart beats wish.

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