Unsaid Breeze
unsaid body clean-that's the life performance!
unsaid breeze gleans but difficult to be felt
unsaid body clean
unsaid breeze gleans but difficult to be felt
unsaid body clean
unsaid breeze gleans but difficult to be felt
unsaid body clean
unsaid breeze gleans but difficult to be felt
unsaid body clean
unsaid breeze gleans but difficult to be felt
the way reality
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Little Brothers! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! An answer is now born and the song is sung! ! ! ! !
Where are you now? My little brother! !
The answer is born and the song is able to be sung now! ! !
In the darkness, a pregnancy is hidden and it is beaten and pressed by the forced power of savages though.
Now the black birdis able to be sung the song of freedom, all pregnant truths are born with the winds and wings! ! !
If you don't know the season, consult with flowers
if you don't know the truth, consult with realities in motion
if you don't know about poetry, consult with truths
Even Jean Baudrillard run out of simulacrum, the thetricality of life events
The blood, the bones and the fleshes of Khuk Daung'the fighting pescock is singing a song og freedom and humanity
in the land of sublime misery
The black bird is singing nthe song of freedom and democracy
THE ANSWER! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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Refregerator is crying with drops of tear.I-Ching is changing, too.
overloaded with ghosted straras of closed windows.
Fleshes over-eaten with the craving desires in unknown salt of life
whispering into the realities of nothingness
no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no
no no no no no no
smells of your tatooed skins flying over the roofs of genius's earthern concepts
nobody can touch the skins of games in global settings
do not leave time and space without contemplating on the disapperance of selfhood
mother-son relationship turns into hummanity-based craftmanship
idea is the step to a machinery of conceptualization of wisdom
regregerator is crying with sweats of tatooed skins in the over-loaded burdens of ignorance-oriented worlds
Are we really living
in the phenomenological perceptions of solutions?
Refregerator is crying with world peace projects.
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Friendship Beyond Borders
Nyein Way:
I cannot join your propject because I am now taking care of my health, trying to fix a good and balanced life style for my kidney failure.
Ka-ge Mulvilai:
hello nyien way....its me kage again...i change my plan for the next year project to come visit you in rangkoon on Fabuary 2013 instead... and hope we can make something together and also i would like you to give poetry workshop...i gonna bring some people from Thailand too....the date is about 5 fab 2013..this is what i think..right now..i would like to hear you opinion about this...
Thank you very much
kage
Myanmar Conceptual Poets Station(MCPS)
August 30
Myanmar Conceptual Poets Station(MCPS)
it is ok.I want you to make a smaill book about my workshop and your trip.That's what I think now so that it can have a record.
best,
your brother,
nyein way/maung maung thein
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Windy Hope But Steady Vision
somethimes it seems to be shaking
sometimes it seems to be ruining
sometimes it seems to be happy
but
existence is not sometimes
it is so much quotidian that we don't even know it is quotidian.
non-homan experience
computational intelligence
cognitive unconsciousness
frame is already embodied
truth is public
public is no truth
alienation of quotation
otherness of quotation marks
quotationmarks in quotation marks
meaning is a ghost comiong back to primal origin
but originality is in the materiality of comptemplating mental formations embodied inside the body on the borderline
of spectcular mix-up of concepts and passion
meaning is just a part os participated reality
running away from culivation of wisdom literally called enlightened spirit
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An Ordinary Truth
A mature morning but with cultural diversity! ! ! ! ! Truth is sealed with maturity and cultural property! ! that's a life of a flower in the wintry morning! !
Whatever truth is understood by the unsaid realizations.
A mature morning but with cultural diversity! ! ! ! ! Truth is sealed with maturity and cultural property! ! that's a life of a flower in the wintry morning! !
Whatever truth is understood by the unsaid realizations.
A mature morning but with cultural diversity! ! ! ! ! Truth is sealed with maturity and cultural property! ! that's a life of a flower in the wintry morning! !
Whatever truth is understood by the unsaid realizations.
A mature morning but with cultural diversity! ! ! ! ! Truth is sealed with maturity and cultural property! ! that's a life of a flower in the wintry morning! !
Whatever truth is understood by the unsaid realizations.
An ordinary truth
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Vision Of Bridges But Fragmented Clouds
sipping reality running imagination booming frustration hopping light questioning truths laughing trust tooling waves haunting runaways building grass hueing greenfield scolding moments being independent making theatre of the fluttering wondering wonders seeing the other parts of the world digging the depths of sleepy brains voicing the voiced glowing the hidden hitting the point to depart........................................... ................................................. ..............
voicing the silent silencing the roots of the lost.....................................
vvvv vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvoicing the voiced hiding the gifts of life......................
................... ................................................. ....dashing the death on every seconds of skeleton-wind.................................... .......................................
upping the ups.
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Life Of A Conceptual Phoenix
Life Of A Conceptual Phoenix
One: a poor block uneducated but most are honest
read a lot of books
Gorky's university of life
Two: a little bit complex in the life
buying and selling things in the small market
pursuing formal education without future
under socialist party's dictatorial administration
Three: a literary life
freedom, equality and democracy are the norms
Four: Sandwitched by obsessive ego and aggressive ego
in a paranoid and schizophrenic towns
Five: a conceptual phoenix has got back his own nature has lost for a long life
Six: Character killing happened because of
1) Inferiority complex
2) Jealousy
3) born attitude
4) black ambitious mentality cultivated
5) Fame, money and sex
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New Garden
It has the harmony and similarities blooming in spirit
It is stronger than ever, not seen by the strangers
Dreams of long-awated patience initiated by peace and
truths
post-postmodernised by
informal education of survivor of the oppressed
ration of knowledge and wisdom is clearly built up through time
winner doesn't take all but there are no losers
only mediators of truth-scenario
Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!
Bravo! Bravo!
Bravo! Bravo!
Bravo! Bravo!
Bravo! Bravo!
New Garden is born with the wing of change! Born with the wind of change!
Bravo! Bravo!
Bravo! Bravo!
Bravo! Bravo!
no one is trying to fly away
Bravo! Bravo!
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Tomorrow
you are alive you are alive you are alive you are alive you are alive you are alive you are alive you are alive you are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are aliveyou are alive
you are dead you are dead you are deadyou are deadyou are dead you are dead you are dead you are dead you are dead you are dead you are dead
you are alive
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