Pulsating
In the cavernous mind
a thought becomes
redundant.
You go straight for a snakeroot.
A flat cluster of white flowers
spurs a stigma
at the white moon
for floating rumors.
This was my native pain
of brilliant tapestry.
The threads had a weaver’s knot
of rare beliefs.
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In Selfish Vein
What was the idea of charity,
when you were hiding
yourself from you?
Was it a non-existence?
Or you were writing an
unseen anthology?
Was that your kin choice
for a reciprocal pain,
inflicted in dark?
Between right and wrong
I am laying my wreath
on my grave.
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A Very Hurt Poem
Last night
moon was following me
discreetly,
skirting behind the trees.
A white splendor
drips,
like a dropped coin
on poor’s hand.
Did you see the blood
on roses?
The petals were wounded
in rain.
Casual violence
spreads in the streets.
I write a very hurt
poem.
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Contrasting
It did not stay in bed for long
the ultimate.
Clouds climbed down from immortality.
The sick motherhood.
We made love
listening to winds
draping our ashes.
A father waited at the door.
I am the sun
I am the moon
interpenetrating in you.
In concept of two enemies.
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Mortal Blues
That satanic streak
of tireless undressing
of a hapless monarch.
Wings were gone. Cannot fly
across the tree
of hypocricy.
A footmat for the suicidal jump
from the elegant hierarchy
to grainy lies.
Why are you turning ungreen?
You will dig up the temple
without god?
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Pink Reminder
It slithers, the tongue
trying to find
the rage on cold words.
A window
shuts on fire for a deliberate
withdrawl from conflicts.
The virgin iron
becomes a corpse
under the golden
amnesia of hot greens.
The colors are changing
on face
and the silky grass of paradise.
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Pure Murder
The spill of sheen
after deep throat explosion.
Not as special
as the day appeared.
Afraid of complete annihilation?
Was it possible?
Untenable?
Living in a cavern full of bats?
A key slept in a lock
unmoving the golden doors.
Beyond the control,
lies disaster.
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Road War
Hoisting the bisexuality
on a figurine,
I crawl back to anxiety.
The primitive instinct
was taking over the stitches
on a snake.
What do you want from
a moon for the drooling
mouth of a seashell?
Braiding the breasts
against gravity,
earth wants to defy the duality.
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Next Night
I hate the self-immolation
of orange sex.
Weather was leaving
blue strings on the skin.
Redemption was incomplete
by sharing the legs
Lips will not knead
the ears.
Like wakng in darkness
for a passage to grief.
Black moon will step aside
for a flame at the end of tunnel.
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Birth Of A Poem
In the sea of flesh:
pomegranates.
I will not say
what I mean.
In nameless pit
of hollow breast,
a parting kiss
of poetry.
I will count my steps
tonight.
walking on tectonic plates
before the quake hits.
It was the green blood
of craft.
A bloodless surgery
on heart.
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