Tag: poetry
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Nothing at all
There is nothing at all that can be talked about adequately, and the whole art of poetry is to say what can’t be said. Alan Watts
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Eye gazing contest
The Sun Challenged me To an eye gazing contest I lost it In a blink The blinding light still hurts But At least I am glad that I tried Cheers to the reckless ones Who drink their blessings From a firehose
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My house is on fire
My house Is on fire Running around I try To make an inventory Of all the things I will rescue Pretending I haven’t seen The walls all crumbling Already (…)
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Jammin
What happens when you accidentally combine freestyle rapping with freestyle calligraphy? I’m not sure yet, but it’s intriguing–especially the process rather than the final outcome.
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Serendipity
What a coincidence It must have been The Cosmos To send you here Just when we needed you I heard you say to me With awe And relief Well I just– I just really hope The Cosmos knows What They’re doing Cause I haven’t The slightest idea Myself
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For a change
The galaxy will keep spinning Without your strenuous effort Sunrise and sunset Are all set up for at least Another couple billion years You might as well give yourself The permission To do something unproductive For a change
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Lucid dreams
How can I explain you What happened that night All my words can only Cut reality in halves Cars were much more carsome Trees were much more treeish Mandarin ducks walked around Royal and fabulous Stardust sprinkled off our fingertips As we watched everything Melt together
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Sips of breath
Don’t let your throat tighten With fear. Take sips of breath All day and night, before death Closes your mouth. — Rumi Jalal al-Din
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Warsaw by night
Night city winks at me With a thousand eyes Chimneys windows streetlamps satellite bowls dancing To the tender hum of passing cars Dazzling parade of speed and light (…)
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