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Wednesday, April 19, 2006Darkness is ConcludedEntire existencethat absolutely existstaste outside the absolute outsidewhich is brokenThe predication that is possiblewith the absolute outsideis not outside absolute identity outside,the identity which should and isisdone
Stopping, deciding, fixing of the limitto the darkness, but,taste of identitythe predication of selfIt is possible,it is not the actual limit of oneselfwhich you sayand is notAs for thiswith exteriority of substancethe outside absolutenessAs for actualitythe outside the absolutenesswhere the darkness is concludedThe light where the darkness is concludedThe light where the limit of the darkness is concludedShinesOther than actual identity of this darknessit is human oneselfof selfmosquito- bar identical proof
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Friday, March 31, 2006Writhing in the brewing process
Writhing in the brewing process
Is artificial heart.
But I try
And suffering,
I am not to succeed.
Bored with complication
I hope that all my food through a hard day's work
He said,
Was hard toil.
Hard.
But this dream?
It has become?
This realm has no future,
Or any commitment,
But I will keep a promise.
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Wednesday, March 08, 2006Leprosy of the steering wheel - 2
There must be a leprosy
in regard to the steering wheel
It does not do with the order of the packing
Don't you think?
The fact is desired!
There is a steering wheel from leprosy
which stops and . . .
Current events stopping?
How?
In regard to you!
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Tuesday, November 08, 2005My chance of your company
As for me
as for you
when you desire excessively
I am well
It reached before the March
the secondary ###
of a long time
simultaneously
and pursued doubt
But getting together
for this
and others things
to happen simply
is the thought
I do not understand the fact
that it waited for
my look
which is impressed
being possible
My chance of your company
depends upon your neighborhood
which drifts.
Talent Hizashi Yamasaki
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Thursday, April 07, 2005In regard to life
To that thing
and the leaf
which sings of doubt
The bird two times thinks of snow
which was disassembled in the spring of this year
when it is green
Where I differ
in this part of the world
hugely
Mutual time is found
in the place where I perhaps am freer
than that raised warmly
Fight
there is a search
after bending the large flood,
as the sun which can bore the hole through the cloud
in regard to life
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Wednesday, April 06, 2005Being attached
We meet,
being strange,
at the normal time
we exchange names
We keep being attached
to method
to being quick
leaving the fact
that you who work seriously
are left here
As for that,
those which I am
do not know yet
you
Me
when nearby
cannot say to you
in noise
Me
who has less love
absent your existence
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Charity of the desirable
Without charity
of the desirable inspection
the writer
does not have the point
Deep always.
Where is the person
who expresses mercy,
patient for the time of oblivion
Dependence, never observant
is rough
The other thing stumbles blindly
It becomes slowly evil
It does not fail,
but walks with anger of the bile
which does not succeed in scorn
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Our terrestrial hardship
You are an orange of the wood
that flowers
with the look of rain
In the dream
passing densely the mud
mounted in the tail of truck
we stop to prove
our terrestrial hardship
and wealth
The one that comes with us
walks where the land comes with emptiness
remembering the farm where he is normal
to submit, when he ploughs the land
The return,
overbearing
that one makes later,
is all the everything
that you can make.
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Amidst the various darkness
In your life
the size of the sky
is disliked permanently, terribly
I show the box.
You desire it doubtfully
seeing the pulling and grime,
the oil accumulating,
the mud each new Pandora leaves
We go to the road, stomping
Unbearably full of lava
which warms the soles of my leather shoes
wound under the smooth gravel
beginning to be magma.
As for me
This land wants investigation
amidst the various darkness
water sends the steam of humidity
you wander about
concerning me
whom you make wander about slowly.
Our dissipating discontinues the problem
which is the cause of
our being forgotten
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The grass wilts thickly
We look at the excessive fire.
And we include
the heart of power,
as the grass wilts thickly.
Before we fall
by the hand of the baby,
we feel calmness.
Before landing,
eagerly transposing
the transitory tremor of heart.
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Tuesday, April 05, 2005The eye of rolling
Passing by the eye of rolling
it rolls
as the beer,
the grease,
and the laughing
pass by the gentlemen
Obliteration intensity
done by those in the groove
with the range of vision
of three eyes
I should be brought up
a metal sphere
under the fog gun
with my motion in fat quality.
Why must we think in competitive doubt?
Becoming tired,
the sound of the lane
pushes the boulder of the Sisyphus,
bothers my brain itself
Passing by
the dank passage of the stick
where I gather my record and make dark,
you reset my shoes
you go away
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Monday, April 04, 2005The foolish road
The new sunset
is the sun
in regard to the falling twig
Off the horizon
the depths of river show,
in the playful center of the park
We emphasize pulling,
still we ride the horse so beautifully
Writing by the light of the oleanders.
In my war
the bowels of my aesthetics
makes the land of quantity
hide under the leaf
The foolish road is painted.
On the road of the river
is where I think of victory, of you
I look at that and you walk across
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Sunday, April 03, 2005The announcing word
I,
the worry of I
will enter soon
possessing many troubles
of the announcing word.
It did not mean the small whisper
of my will
which my companion spreads
and really " spreads "
No,
namely,
with favor of insightful feedback
you rescue me from
that kind of perplexity.
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Saturday, April 02, 2005I imagine disturbance
My fault advances
to the part that divides me.
I imagine disturbance
My future intersections that rival being
My method cannot jump chasms in this gauntlet
But it maintains me, you see
As something
The permeation of which appears with frequency
I am being
In that place where my continuation
moves,
pulls,
presumes.
The pride of jumping this chasm
is not possible,
it deteriorates to this day.
I compete with you.
the main thing I assault,
An unknown crunch
written by the light,
you have disabled me terribly
and closely
And there is one
who with sufficiency
fights in the land,
As something collapses strength
and happy passion
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Friday, March 18, 2005Color of the movement
By the corner -
a large captivating brush -
over and far break the laughter.
It corrodes the color of the movement.
I break away the definition of the
root of the trunk
I educate it
to loam in the sweat of my palms.
I am wasted away by the night prior.
The negative poison
away from my blood works on,
in order to make way for the color.
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Sunday, March 13, 2005The edge of cacophony
Frenetically blinking
the body's injury
under the lights
will exceed the noise of music
Revolution begins
with the people under the glass,
it moves because of the beverage
which you should pour
The edge of cacophony
accompanies us
when something comes, it feels,
and life is possible
It in is this land of the beverage
in which being is intoxicating
we feel polluted as it pulsates
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Wednesday, March 02, 2005Closing in actuality
Closing in actuality
I pull the part
Lacking respect of things
I am torn with feeling
I envision the going out
and the plaster inside, solid,
my heart adding damage
at my center
I float and am destroyed
in this way
by those of the looseness,
who closed the sky drifting
I have not remembered things afterward
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Saturday, February 19, 2005Lonely independence
She is
and is not
having lonely independence
in the night
in the graveyard
For her there is no friend but them
her pain they did not suffer
They stand together
her fight is shared
with her who fights finally
for he who occasionally laughs
Constant fear
is for them
it is the victory which fights
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Wednesday, November 24, 2004FRESH!
Praise of the Fool
Gentleness it disperses
with faithfulness
with flattery,
with our despicableness
and the forgery
We become drunk together
being betrayed.
In the frontal attack
insecurity
makes for surprise and cowardice
Time disguises our Diet Building
we of our chapel gather in jails
our idiots are the chain reaction
under praise of the fool
gather with these holes
everything with us will pay,
pursue refuge from our dishonor
is there intelligence somewhere?
Does our enemy's face become someone's?
Passing exactly by the wind
and the large flood
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Friday, October 29, 2004The Cool Port Of Knowledge
The cool port of knowledge
Enters from the warm jungle
Once more first
Without learning in human battle
The enemy does not have value
The remainder stands immorally
In my road
I was enough
Riding in a car on the earth of my shoulder,
It is influenced by the selection which is and spreads
Did I choose consideration deeply?
I have known sufficiency directly
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Monday, August 09, 2004A Spectacular Joke
The world of mine
is to return
as a spectacular joke
that I do not give
Return him with a crank
I return him with thoughts
and expressions
you say to me, "what can I do?"
I say that you begin small
that you begin young
people to begin in order
to begin at the corner
begin at the angle
the beginning at the grass
with the trees that align the rank shaft sidewalk
And then, after you,
It returns to his world
Necessary to change after this
You turn me
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Thursday, July 15, 2004
You observe your absenceDamage of the deafening roar
of the traffic
almost escapes this detailNear the side of the road
before looking at that
it becomes your eye
black with meThe wood marches like the cloud
which is thought in doubt
your surface of the shadow
looks at the back sectionAs for me, you observe your absence
existence you do not perceive
under any condition
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Monday, April 26, 2004The Tools of the Tongue
The tools of the tongue
must make the words that laugh
and work for you
thus it to me
today the rest to the night
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Friday, March 26, 2004Eternal Starting Point
Making the road cross,
a noise of traffic
echoes with my heart
The dust and the weariness
echo simultaneously
The window comes to shine
on which everything is painted
I am reflected seductively,
waiting in the night the racket
we come to the eternal starting point
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Monday, March 15, 2004The Test of the World
The test of the world is my witness
it is plugged and swallows my spark of the throat
the justice which is my mud of the skin
is my cover
Thing of my octagon
of the wild grass
my beverage which has dried,
me who is drunk
Before doing the demand
which is good in us
it goes to us from this
left in 1 hour
It is taken
the explosion
does not come
our toe is isolated and is my feeling in width
from the land between our feet
By the hair of the feeling
heat in the breeze between,
I feeling the shortage develop around us
You go to be that thickness.
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Sunday, March 14, 2004This early poem that I wrote. I wait for joy to him of him.
Leprosy of the steering wheel
Time.
It is possible,
that it is,
and is,
is,
whether or not
it stops beneficially
###
That we
should obtain ###
how densely?
In regard to you!
And we
who are not
the leprosy of the steering wheel
we want ###!
There is a packing.
It does not do that!
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The strength of destruction
To my headquarters,
the other side for my knee,
It has not come
On the other hand being,
when you verify me in your existence,
you wobbled with no motion
Little do I,
who says things,
do things,
it being possible
The sun goes,
the leaf crosses the happy cloud of snow
the wooden center which is with you dissolves,
it rises to the strength of destruction
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Saturday, March 13, 2004The defiant destruction
In the sky of time
Disquiet blinks the electric light
The darkly large cloud
has the rapid stream
before those, the wake under all
whom it cleans and gushes
only the thing is produced to the plain,
raised just in order to draw up work
it is beautiful,
eternal
for the defiant destruction
which can continue with art
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The private opinion
Serious power it makes
The thing detergent
which decreases simply
and under the yellow sky
It makes me as before
in regard to each step
when sleeping exactly
My stairway depends
jointly
to promote the order which creaks,
my difficulty does not finish
the private opinion of "I am" attacks me.
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The tumults of reliance
Through the tumults of reliance,
The flow of envy,
For my quantitative taste
is bitter
In the place
Where horseback riding of the car
is made possible,
We are diving in the absent valley
In the acid of the water,
When pure,
I cancel the announcement
Of the screaming failure
related to the thing which is pulled
The tears
Scorching me
With the dance and growth of pain
I am hurt you feel with the mouth
It exercises the deterioration of heart
To the movement of environment
it congests
You are achieved less than that
close I am with the head of the brick
which is installed sufficiently.
Wait for that impulse
of the eye
Cancel me
where everything doubts me
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Depletion has the wreckage
By friction, is learned
The fatigue which becomes firm
Scanty, you lighten the clothing of my life
Which the new purchase cannot do
My hair, which I do not know,
Surfaces the earth of traveling
The depletion has the wreckage
The sweat is thick
Under the grime and the sweat
Is the ponder of my temple
I feverishly utter my central sound
Under pounding
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I renewed many poem after the time of the holiday. To have my poetry everything of one place, it is important for me. Your joy is desired. I wait for joy to him of him.
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Meaning of the reflex
Their eyes glint with that glee
that is meaning of the reflex
We return the flame,
which feels friends on the sofa,
which calms the patronage,
From the merciful discussion
that she has.
While I expect the respect,
What importance this one could have?
We seek the eternal roam of adjustment
Graspings for the alive air, and me,
for the simple apprehension of rescue
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The paragraph of feeling
The words of creation
with my stylographs
sparkle my synapses,
and line up my lives here
Here I only supplied the song
because underflowing the river,
find our lives,
the paragraph of feeling,
in the mouth of the sea
They make silt,
under my toes of the foot
and smoothes the creation of the word.
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Thursday, November 20, 2003The Smooth Wind Presses Me
The flash is my sensor
that does not feel the keyboard key
and my part delays my weight
where the keyboard key was joined.
To fear that I that am not good
The clean waters of the spurt
has the paper
and makes my life
and my detergent,
my part intimate
Consequently my peace does not have
impureness of impureness
The cascade seated with meditation
is underneath
not obstructed
and the smooth wind presses me
the way it calls
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Tuesday, October 07, 2003I pray and do not like the board person.
As for him me it calls the small girl where it is sat down in the desk.
Sarcasm! Sarcasm! Sarcasm!
We do not contribute to the cause of the donkey where that legs are
inconvenient.
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Friday, July 11, 2003Every Word Is Expectation
It is the time
of all the around me
where word echoes
with the air
depending upon all days
for the cloud
having passed
breathing
the people fall
when morning is bright,
with the gloom of slowly
then accelerate
every word is expectation
of each air which moves.
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Friday, June 20, 2003I Breathe And die Hot Profit
When you change pitch
of the characteristic dance,
and rhythm
you play
in the atmospheric emptiness
Idyllic minds
function
in the white ink
which creates the tenth dollar
It is drawn up
with circle
and the phenomenon advances
this evening it ends
under the bathroom
from the fire of the earth
where I have lived
I receive the heat
I being last, tonight end
I have lived because
I breathe and die hot profit
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I regret me sweetly
When I walk
to the edge of the road
the dog barks
simultaneously with the fog
In the morning
I am surrounded
In the dim air of the earth
Laid of the bird
in air
I regret me sweetly
I of melody
think concerning you
the leaving
is broken high
feeling someone like the hearted
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Tuesday, May 27, 2003I go jutted
I go jutted
It measures by the summits
the rock, which had the whole,
my hand with the strict feeling of the furrows
was worked this within one time,
The sand of rock is
that which the race maintains,
which was lost at long range
I find the same,
that I have gravesite perseverence
I reach the wave,
in order to only state
that it was not real there
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Thursday, May 08, 2003
The suffocating haze
The suffocating haze
is under the sun
pockmarked
Perplexed it makes us,
being on the road where every day dies,
being indistinct.
Within the horizon of smoke
over the grass,
the rubbish of the skin solidifies,
Simultaneously, it touches,
it is good to your hair
which is a clear remainder
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Monday, April 28, 2003Existence is Your Apathy
I convert the undertow
where importance lowers the eyebrow
It is old at the lip
My pores present places
for the dripping of actuality
from feeling the glutenous
which is you
Who can filter the insane hardship
with the gruesome and the fertile?
My blood is renewal
through my tooth
which spits actuality
hard and under the examination
I swear
with the incredulous screams of my head
existence is your apathy
which more and more changes me
whom you call the usurper
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Wednesday, April 23, 2003In absence of the resolve
It is not high,
It carries stars for a general
it has only exhausted the sign
with the sin of imperialism
the irreducible point of human beings of the spirit
blackens the other not,
gone from a woman close,
with precision and evil,
from shining eyes with badness
relate to you the other friend,
tranquillity, limitless and stupid
What could such people obtain
Much in absence of the resolve
in fact, if it is absent.
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Tuesday, April 08, 2003This Smoldering Way
Because of us
in this smoldering way
is the boundary transferred?
It does not become
what you have known
Each cloud becomes the correcting calmness,
the sunset of the sparrow
which you complete
On the horizon, those make walking
in life and death
Transferring present time
Because of us it is absorbed,
it does not show that.
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Monday, April 07, 2003Competition is not at all the jousted
Competition is not at all the jousted
with the bed of the Raucous
The pregnant woman of delivery
with her cooking method unusual
Where is the standpoint of my silent enemy?
Upon the limitless plain
and the lap of the water
where he enjoys the serenity
On my lip, concrete returns
in combination
including the salt
As for me
who paves the road
the footstep of the sand
lowers the surface
It is raised
as the enormous drop of brutal libation
Steeped of the squabble
I whose curiosity is strong
prepare my grip fist to face
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Monday, March 31, 2003I for this poet possess the large regard. His passionate and prudent
distinctness is uniform with my intention. I recommend for everyone a
first glance of his poetry.
http://www.sogni-di-parole.net/
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Tuesday, March 18, 2003Current events
To the ear and heart
surge the storm
that of the black cloud
it swallows us in deafening intervals
It never leaves.
The troops in the sand
of the desert
are quiet with the comparison
like a separate volcano.
Current events stopping?
How?
In regard to you!
Talent Hizashi Yamasaki
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Friday, March 14, 2003I lose my own myself
Licking the insane sun
and inconsolable
I lose my own myself
Contact with rage
of the lunatic
of the person
of love,
makes me aware
in the night
In conformity
in sweat
which is entreated
I swim,
made awakened
Passing by my seat
to my bedside table
which becomes clean,
I who am released,
fail
To avoid the fact
I escape
but the agony of ecstacy continues,
The image can acquire age
and fold
in read experience
Talent Hizashi Yamasaki
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Monday, March 10, 2003Too final, the days
It goes through the grass,
what churns in the wind of principle,
with the extremity of form,
one of the summer
This one is fragile
with the heat of a station
the trees are ready
to shed a load,
blocking the days
They are too final, the days,
more briefly,
and the sun grows
until, slow-acting intermediary of the noon, it is tired,
because I and it soon wish for heat
Talent Hizashi Yamasaki
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Friday, March 07, 2003The daily refusal
The road sign of each daily
passes the slight ones of the gram
The arc of one is ill with fatalism
That reaper,
more severe underneath a cloud
(it is whole),
he is cinereous and extends.
Where is the extremity
the investigation does not have?
All will request frugality
and work on the daily refusal
Talent Hizashi Yamasaki
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Mastery in a small cave
They
do not lend
mindfulness
this a word,
but they are profundity,
which was had with
witness
tuneless,
whereupon
however
those does not,
vivid,
in order to try her
for the day mastery in a small cave,
we had in sentiment wasteful plus
It meantime surfaces this factory,
which, verse, a lower star afterwards,
which had referable at,
and these,
witness
plus must
to take It
No World Day to take physical location.
Talent Hizashi Yamasaki
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Morning of two evils
It is sour.
It is like that,
unbecoming from the child
who appreciates the confidence.
For the morning of two evils
in this irritating situation.
The bitter taste weakens my stomach
and the other one, my heart.
It is with large pain, that,
in order to inform you about this loss,
it failed.
To integrate sour apartment
my health,
around the place to improve of.
He powers the urgent ask,
which maintains above,
in order to contact me of.
Talent Hizashi Yamasaki
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A desire of the battery
They are not routes on audacity
With me that I have a state of toughness
Intolerable of three days.
That my socket is rich.
A desire of the battery,
Of the time to go that they had worked,
But you left the end not to never
Exit the satisfaction
To dare immediately
Talent Hizashi Yamasaki
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Thursday, March 06, 2003The orifice in the mechanism
A thought is being:
I always worked - beaten of Pathos,
The one who guides
The orifice in the mechanism.
He is a champion.
The writing is a chain of illusion and song:
It is nothing to gain
and nothing to keep of it.
One illusion disappointing
This exists?
As the dust of the last position
Of one tonality.
Talent Hizashi Yamasaki
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Dregs, my life ounce
The arresting space is very great.
The old memories of the deep socket.
That last vagrant has each life hid by spiderweb.
Have the program of practical mind sojourning.
Inactive nooks is the caverns where now vibrating in gloom,
Dregs,
My life ounce.
The souls of my material objects
Are the patterns of my last blood.
Talent Hizashi Yamasaki
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Until this, the end of sleep
These are the flowers,
on that I say the favorite person or thing.
Nothing however adores
sensibility
and taste of the flowers.
I would want to sleep in the petal
of one of these flowers
and dream of the stars and the breeze,
of they that lead to it,
the end to sleep.
The argument with me in the hour,
in the periods,
if the light and the word to have to differentiate
too much nice gleam
it of the water,
repaired our base of the flower.
Ewe dream here of the stars and the breeze,
of that he leads to them,
the end to sleep.
Talent Hizashi Yamasaki
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Tuesday, March 04, 2003I celebrate this poem of my initiation. I wait for joy to him of him.
The fool you probably will do!!
The bean jam sufficiently
this thing ### " favorite "
well well?
It is fraud,
it is with densely!
In any case the ###
it is to obtain with densely ###
starting being able to pull out,
it asked,
you smiled.
Fool and ###!!
Talent Hizashi Yamasaki
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I have great esteem for the regeneration that you have given so abundant. But I wish not to close my poetry with the meaning release. I would ask for nothing to it, nothing excludes that you read my poetry.
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