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| 09 Jul 2006 02:19:38 pm |
 The lake of tears |
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The lake of tears
coursing down my face
in crushing defeats.
tragedies hungry for my victories
I need tears more than ever now
more than wine or verse or thou
tears the weave of my emperor's... clothes
vanquished, too late... and yet,
perfection... |
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Category : All of it is making me up
| Posted By : Stanley |  Comments[341] |  Trackbacks [0] |
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| 09 Jul 2006 02:19:04 pm |
| Rain on my face |
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No concepts,
just rain on my face from the sky of living.
I want to be smashed
into some new me
I want to embrace the
uncomfortableness
of change.
I am dead in living
in my archaic opinions
let me feel instead
let me dash into every vulnerability
got damm it, I'm bored with what
I think!
Come and get me life!
Kill me to what I've been
Lets see if a soul can be killed!!
On rushing cars and trains yes!
I will yield to that
But to be afraid to say hello?
Is it possible to die of humiliation?
Lets see |
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Category : All of it is making me up
| Posted By : Stanley | Comments[352] | Trackbacks [0] |
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| 09 Jul 2006 02:18:10 pm |
| Home Remembered |
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Beneath the urge of at one moment
the imperative to see
the need to feel
the call to be at one with the god
two remembering One..ness..
all the rest....talk
all the rest...winning and losing
all the rest the painful yearning
for the remembrance of Home
in each other....One |
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Category : Flying Thoughts
| Posted By : Stanley | Comments[462] | Trackbacks [0] |
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| 05 Jul 2006 08:15:41 am |
| My Mind, Prison or Peace - By Stanley Alari |
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So many years in prison
I never saw the bars and bricks that bind me.
So many bricks of words ..to bind and tie me
In the chair..of my minds picture show..
Thousands of scripts, never repeated
Playing out each moments scene
Oh, yes, there are monsters here
And great unrequited loves too...
My freedom keys tossed to me
From the inside!
But you ask, how can freedom come
Be becoming silent?
I don’t know.
But it is so.
Proof in the Peace
Of the Silent Sea...in me...and thee..
So it goes... In... IT...Then...out of IT...
The Sea of Peace..Then Words Again..Over and Over...
Thus its so, for every soul
On the Sea...In the Sea..
Don’t you see..
We are all in The Sea... Or ...On It....
What serves thee? Hmmmm? |
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Category : Flying Thoughts
| Posted By : Stanley | Comments[308] | Trackbacks [0] |
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