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the ends justify the means The USA, Israel, China, Russia, North Korea, England et al mock the means of justice to justify their ends … The gutter smells so much nicer this time of year …

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Capitalism is dead … More and more I see the fascists future The very chains that capitalism promised to unshackle melted into iron bars Prisons, security and more policing to protect free markets

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Fashionable Repugnancy Spring 2003

Oh! dear friend of mine now that the war is over & your moral qualms gone can we go second-hand shopping for discarded goods and old fashions to wear? There is a masquerade tonight it’s really no biggie we’ll just … Continue reading

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Kom Tistel Sträva längta

A continuación, poesía nórdica, en esencia, de Suecia. Dicen que el lenguaje refleja el medio ambiente La autora, Eva Sjödin, su libro: Kom Tistel Sträva längta, traducción: (más o menos, no soy profesional e-jem!) Y el cardo empezó ansiar añorar … Continue reading

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((((((( bip ))))))))))

((((((( bip )))))))))) Me gusta como suena el eco de los ruidillos que el fracaso de una acción en la computadora hace cuando el volumen no es más de unos 2 a 3 decibelios: ((((((( bip )))))))))). Me transporta la … Continue reading

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Lección # 3479-ZNP.4T

Qué escribir cuando las ganas se le vienen a uno encima por rayar sin tópicos a mano a pintarrajear. Lección # 3479-ZNP.4T Primer paso: Primero hay que animarse a agarrar una pluma y luego sobreponerla en un papel. Los movimientos … Continue reading

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¡Acá es más barato!

De reciente pa’cá me da por comprarlas, a veces hasta de a montón. Inclusive, el ambiente es parte de la emoción que me encanta vivir cuando lo hago, y como en los mercados de sobreruedas que hay por Tijuana, estos … Continue reading

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Last night I dreamt I held in my hand an apple sized kiwi. I looked at it in bewilderment as I knew it to be a hybrid. I went about to set my teeth to it so as to indulge … Continue reading

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¿y tú, quién eres?

Las letras adquieren una vida independiente del escritor, se hacen mil mundos diferentes en otras galaxias muy ajenas al espacio que alguna vez hayan ocupado en la mente del creador que las escribió

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obsidiana azteca

El espejo obsidiana azteca. El negro fulgor de tus ojos. En ti reluce mi alma reflejada cual narciso ante el pozo.

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There was only the air left between you and me As the moon glared behind the translucent clouds Inringed by the rainbow of your smile Thinking about you, sucking warmth of your memory Your lips Your smell, Your intoxicating love … Continue reading

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After thought – after sought

I think that sometimes I overwork my poetry. I think I need to let it stop there it ends, in that brief moment I get when I’m overwhelmed with its inspiration, lulling me, whispering me its heartbeat. And if I … Continue reading

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Dreamcatcher

Airs of change blow by the meadows of the threshold Alluring me into its fold I leap forward to rest on its pasture Laying back, I feel them run over me Contemplation slowly takes of me The future, is it … Continue reading

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Western Zilch

Passively scouring the media Sifting through human remains Am bombarded my eyes shot red Left riddled with half-cooked notions I trod on in ether all teared Through the barbwired wide world web Seeking not knowing what Respite perhaps from the … Continue reading

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Glass

La nieve se derretia al calor de la lengua. Era sabor vainilla,pero el nevero tenia la cuchara llena de otros sabores, a mi me toco saborear un poco de frambuesa que alguien antes que yo había pedido. Le pregunté si … Continue reading

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nadie me peló

Al amanecer el principio del crepúsculo. Las cortinas de mi alma se abren. Resplandecen recónditos rincones de mi existencia. Se ve el polvo en mis buenas intenciones. Las ventanas al futuro un tanto opacas. Veo cómo la luz de mi … Continue reading

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acojida espirtual

Al entrar al templo lo primero que le encubre a uno es su enorme silencio. Te rapta y te forza obedecimiento. Y te dejas, es una dulce y dócil aceptación. Al caminar, uno ve que las bancas mejores días han … Continue reading

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Hideseek is a wonderful piece of internet poetry, I enjoyed it very much. The pictures blend in very well with the text. I like the light which reminds me of jellyfish that one can see off the coast near Bohusl?n, … Continue reading

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War Economies

I had a beer today Angst down my throat Seem only good To join the support Lives at stake while flipping meat Laying down Votes in protest Down the war machine! Here here! Have a beer! Show your disgust towards … Continue reading

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You know your hooked when you say that you’re gonna quit right after the next text only to find out that three hours later your still plugged to the net. They don’t call you info junky for nothing. You need … Continue reading

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Baja California

Baja California Tierra Naciente Llena de carneros Símbolo de ti Tus paisajes desérticos Que ojos han visto Llenos de Admiración Deseando de ti su nación Te llevo adentro de mi Como sangre palpitante Que vida me otorgas Caliente como tu … Continue reading

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Americanness They recognize me as one of them nowadays. Somehow, somewhere, I must’ve lost it. That glowing tan that set me as outsider. Now, they speak to me unflinching; As I seem no longer newly arrived. Today, am the one … Continue reading

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entrenchada

La vida sigue su curso, entrenchada en la lengua inglesa. Qué mas quisiera yo estar leyendo algún autor de habla cristiana. Nada en lo absoluto, nada. El día estuvo frío, nublado, un día cualquiera. Una visitante a Raza Cósmica llego … Continue reading

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Haiku G-spot

The rain came by Leaving water puddles I got mud with love

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Thoughts galore

Boy! Been working on this last poem and it sure seems to always need some improvement. Even when I am moderately satisfied with it I go back and give it a second look. I try to be consistent with the … Continue reading

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Haiku #0000004

Typing like hammers light bright as nails My head hurts today

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Stockholm Rucks

Taking an aimless stroll Through these tacit atmospheres I gaze about aloof Near throngs of people by Slowly making headway An halcyon wanders into view A solace embraces my senses That wavers through and by Along noised urban voices People … Continue reading

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Haiku #00000000001

Daylight becomes nightfall wheels spinning on end woke up today

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Exequies

Today brings new life Our dying self expires We kiss goodbye forever A new self arrives Thinking we them rid Hid indeed they did For habits remain insistingly Or we but mourn? No more to be (sayeth we) Yet ghosts … Continue reading

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Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl

Reading now: Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl Hate network covers darkness futile escape eyes everywhere ye of hope run to me embrace will I your precious ambition Even if you’re caught lashing out lasting pain the hate … Continue reading

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Silly you

The wavy hair flung loose on her shoulders and the smile adorned her looks I looked and saw her resplandencent glitter come out of her eyes the persona raptured me with her self I felt good all over

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Esposas visuales

Only once it stood there a japanese wooden artifact T’was I who saw it the most staring at it endlessly I cried laughter and tears of joy rolled I stared at it on and on sliding through its curves one … Continue reading

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lonely sentient

Only once it stood there a japanese wooden artifact T’was I who saw it the most staring at it endlessly I cried laughter and tears of joy rolled I stared at it on and on sliding through its curves one … Continue reading

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