hi!!! expectations.
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-ion) emotion
-less moment.
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less than(<)
zero(0).
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[(x-s) < perfect],
< ahnee (annie) thin
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< expected
divided by(/) space.
02.11.03.
writing
believe.
believe.
believe
b/live
bleed
lead
b
a
whatever
believe
no
big
deal
believe
‘n your presi-
dents, dense
‘n your laws
your god’s dog
-ma’
believe
‘n
akneeoldthing.
02.11.03.
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return simple.
return simple.
when a
-ll of
time ha/s
faded, let
me
-mory
run f
fr
fre
free
a///way
with an
imag
-in –a
-tion.
02.06.03
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who (rhetorical ?’s).
who (rhetorical ?’s).
who orbits who?
who wants who?
who needs who?
who f#kk$ who?
who listens to who?
who cares about who?
who revolves around who?
who orbits who?
who rotates around who?
who listens to the who?
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25 poems on e.e. cummings and the state of nature.
25 poems on e.e. cummings and the state of nature
who (rhetorical ?’s)
return simple
believe
hi!!! expectations
no more leaders
slippast
tsk tsk tsk, tsk
oceans collide
just a thought
om1ss!on of the 9th letter
nature plots a revenge
when time drags
dead cold body
boy was thinking
sleeping till noon
patiently awaiting promotion and for things to get better
monica
? mark
wingless
the poetry of children
existential moment
i’m sorry my dear
lefty
left
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another mark.
another mark.
hang on as you slowly exit this space,
the moments you’re waiting for are coming.
there’s no time or need for saving face
cause everyone’s soon to be forgetting.
become another mark anonymous,
no memory of who you used to be-
fallen ever deeper into chaos
till consciousness becomes tired and cloudy.
how does one choose to finally decide,
to go out there into the world and live,
confident in one’s position and side,
taking advantage of what one can give?
because in the end nothing really matters,
and you, well you do not even matter.
10.26.05.
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victory vill ve ours.
victory vill ve ours.
they have not been able to silence us.
we still exist in our own undergrounds.
the whole lot becomes zealots and bigots.
claiming birth rights to thrones and golden crowns.
they came from somewhere east or somewhere west.
soon began attempts to conquer the rest.
and no one could be free in this new land,
everything now, under the king’s command.
turn in yourself and get used to the state.
your tabula rasa a muddled slate.
you’ve been stratified and then socialized.
your eyes went blind before you realized.
but those that would oppose still do exist,
lurking in shadows waiting in the mist.
10.26.05.
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san cristobal de las casas, chiapas.
san cristobal de las casas, chiapas.
so i thought i’d write a sonnet just cause
i’m of ideas of eternity,
way past beyond the sense of human laws,
and at some point, i’ll finally be free.
in my country was able to find me.
had to leave the chaos and confusion
cause all that noise was simply distracting.
i yearn independent dispositions.
thus then travel unravels some secrets.
our third became open to see way past.
letting go of our shared ancient regrets.
all blurred towards a future which will pass.
so why the fuck then are you so worried
when not part of the story in his)story.
08.10.05.
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sharing my soul.
sharing my soul.
i’ll share my soul with you till i’m naked,
and in the darkness we can search for what?
on some ancient land, my heart lays vacant-
a place of walls where memory forgot.
tricked into and think like it a lot-
the empty and the loneliness of space,
where love goes away to decay and rot
like gravity lost and floating displaced.
out of this world into distance with haste
towards a hollow of fleeting feelings
away from this metropolitan pace
for better living and easy breathing.
i’ll share my soul with you like my body,
and in the dark search through our vacancy.
01.01.05.
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two hands.
two hands.
take my hand, we will climb out together,
venture past the points of worldly limits
gathering energy till forever
on an ancient planet to inhabit.
take my hand, let’s escape into dreams
unraveling secrets we’ve imagined,
playing hide and seek with our psyches’ schemes,
but what can we really believe in?
take my hand, our time has finally come
to be allowed entry into our hearts,
so as to escape having to succumb
to sensations of being torn apart.
world can be if we go it together,
much more than simple-human forever.
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