Desire does not grip my heart.
Rise, rise, but do not look up.
Challenge thy horizon,
sink below them subtle waves.
Am I private?
Am I what…
Reason matter not, rise the tides,
swim the shores.
Sink not to a joke,
rise, rise, but do not look up.
Look again, is it obvious-
turn around to think again.
Month: April 2007
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Peace Poem Or Close Doors Quietly
Peace be between spaces.
Keep my privacy warm,
and allow good spirit to fulfill me.
Peace be inside of me,
I forgive everybody,
peace for you and me.
The machine wars against the heart,
the machine wars against the freshness of life -
seek good praise.
Walk outside on your road,
see the expressions on their faces;
they only express their faces.
Do you have a blaming face?
Do you have a killing face?
Or simply a cheeky face!
Wear a good expression on your face.
Where one’s privacy as underwear in one’s expression.
What is your expression?
Allow it to dissolve,
feel it, and give it love.
Allow your expression to breathe.
Forget your age, but not your youth -
forget bad expression, remember your good mood:
rage against the machine.


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