January 2012
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Bitch from the Myst
Suddenly the blind dog barked
She stopped me from my path
She told me of a smell
She sensed something desirable
Something we could sell
She showed me faint footprints
And ordered a new direction
A direction which seem so recognisable
A direction too determined
A direction so convinced
Being cautious of the heavy myst before me
I kept a close look on each foot print
Laying a stone for each print I...
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Page of Ignorance
Packing papers, and books I excessively borrowed
were obsessions to greed
on cheap publications in bulky totes
to suffocate my fingers
… Leaving the house still seem strange
- my skin raw and snapped chilled
each time I locked the door…
Staring and listening to depleted faces
hearing familiar voices
were alien sounds to others
- my eyes glared in images scrolling
…...
