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a player’s skill set

experience is experience of a skill set
to tell of a experience is to tell of a skill set
to tell a tale of a experience is to tell a tale of a skill set
a tale of experience is a tale of a skill set
a skill set is a set of skill
a set of skill is a set of a player’s skill
a player’s skill is a player’s set of skill

to tell a tale is to tell a player’s experience
a player’s experience is a tale of a player’s experience
a player is a player’s tale of experience
telling is telling of a tale
a tale is telling of a tale
a tale is a player’s tale

Symbiosis

As I am in this place
so it is within me.
Its mountains are my bones
their streams flow through my veins
these trees pump air into my lungs.

So easy to forget, this symbiosis,
its whispered song drowned out
by modern life’s cacophony.
Return unpacks, folds out the spirit
reconnects me with myself.

This place, so strong, yet fragile:
when the trees turn brown,
the streams are poisoned, every death
of some small corner of this place
will kill a piece of me. 
 

October seventeenth ninety sixty one ...

Born sixty one years ago,
the follow poem from your bro
transmitted courtesy flagship
named Jacques-Yves Cousteau
constituting countless ones and zeroes
instantaneously traversing cyberspace
as packeted, framed dataflow
binary digits bit of information
to acknowledge when
thee transitioned being an embryo

(approximately the second
to eighth week after fertilization)
approximately nine months prior,
whose birth marked debut
of bouncing daddy's little girl,
whose inquisitiveness nourished
birthed perception buzzfeeding

A Society Of The Eve

In the wee hour of three in the morning ~ when the journeying sandman is crossing a bridge constructed with God's strong spiritual support for broken dreams, there's a society of the eve writing under the comfort of the autumn moon so benevolent with her light, she beams blue-gray on their pages. In pre-dawn thoughts of nostalgic wandering in a poet's mind, in the mistiness a past love materializes in the moonlit mirror, with stars of eternity in his eyes, memorable summertide fever pitch of passions salted kisses on the night beach of our long ago, as the sand beneath me disappears I long to

In The Autumn & Autumn Evening

1. In The Autumn Summertime's songsters forsake now the gladding; Where once their melodies rang from the boughs, Autumn already so plaintively soughs Stirring the last of their yellow-leaved lading. Here where the carpet of blossom was blend, Jewelling the fragrant green sward with its treasure, Summer's farewell sounds a tremulous measure, Straw for its strings now, a lyric lament! Lily, why left you your stem here, but bending, Bared of its leafage, where hence did you flee?

Nictophile

Every night I undress my soul , Unzip my limitations , Unbutton my imperfections, unhook my expressions.. Cloth by cloth , strip by strip open up my scars and watch my naked soul dancing bare together with my imagination !! —I am Invincible —I am fierce A starborn I am called A ball of destruction and domination !! Every night i draw map of the same city on a blank paper and watch my naked soul crawling for a new word , a new letter —To form poetry , making new pathways to reach the whole world out of hunger , facing alone all of the danger.. —the words lingering Out of my soul I am

A Pop Told Sis

Sometimes we're here, Other times they're here, Maybe we meet. Sometimes breaths heard, Other times felt, Maybe we see. Many times over, things seem colder, Yet love can be retrieved. I remember all, Past, present, future bliss, An endless cycle, Pop told sis.

Interlocking Rueful Sky And Rapt Earth Part Two

Azure blue sky weeps in rent glacial torrents,
iridescent earth orb sun trap hearth of sympathy,
dark red cloud airborne pristine tide’s indignant murmur,
toxic deluge drenches mudbank plot toilers whine,
thunderstruck I gape at shattered rock erosion 

Edge of seat terra firma species red  alert bluster,
grim altitude apocalypse an amber moon  blight,
rampant drought pockmark visual scar this screen plague,
vapour trail from heavens lachrymose duct,
alarm bells doleful peal across a barren ground once green

withdrawal


he feels like his heart
is in his mouth
and it is :
he chokes on it
then spits.

on one hand
a phalanx of red ants
on the other
a column of termites
both taking him away
from him
bite bit by bite bit.

the unswaying ceiling of rain
starts swaying
in the train
where he now is
everyone is busy
looking busy :
the seat above him is empty
because no one wants to be near
the puddle of indiscreet excretions
that he now realizes he always was.

when they say all your life flashes
before your eyes

Timeless Endurance

How many more times, must you shatter. 
When the pain felt seems endless.
How much longer must it endure this, suffrage.
Waiting on the final end.
Why are the pieces so fragile,
when it took an eternity to fix.
How many more times, must you be fixed again. 

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