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All room’s full tonight for restless thoughts, will you make another? Something resides too long without paying any rent unwilling to go. I try   to push the windows shut from the memory of the altar. Forgiveness is the name knocking at my door, I would not let it in, at a price.   You [...]

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Here, walks people wasting not a second navigating urgent missions. Without halt, in cycles coming to and from, fast and slow. We walk alongside the bobbing sea of heads and shoulders.   There goes a man who is in a hurry to catch his train. While the woman will just be in time to make [...]

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She told me that my father was another man, well I shrugged my shoulder and say “it’s okay”. But she didn’t know that I am writing my pain away. I came to a point of thinking about those fatherless children who lost theirs in wars, in car crashes…   I am still lucky, and better-off, [...]

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We lived in a world where statistics is synonymous with being number one. Measuring up in a yardstick, struggling our lifetimes competing for spaces reserved for subservient imitators of culture and class.   Like crabs crowding and grabbing and pulling each other down wanting to rule the world. People above people. Force against force.   [...]

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His past smells of a ditch drying up its putrid stink as stale as the street air. It belongs to a smoggy neighborhood. In the memory of tattered rags flapping like flags on the clothesline. As if dreams can be scavenged out of the hilly mounds of garbage, dumping its gifts of someone else’s trash [...]

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Don’t upset the mainstream, he’d say. Art for art’s sake, I think out loud.   Unless I end up whoring at the art house with rusted springs at cushioned seat poking scooped up gossips. Eavesdropping  some private lives.   I let his copulation of idea with tried and tested formula stink like the stench of [...]

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I had a future of keeping yesterday. Think of your broken machines worn-out hands-me-down wrecked and rusted and shattered and cracked. Objects of sentiments and old coins in a jar.   Think of promises in need of restoration, clearing carpet stains and cigarette burns. Your broken bottles peeled plaster left pockmarks on walls bruised on [...]

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