Thursday, November 20, 2003
The 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, 2003
I 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, 2003
Every 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, 2003
I 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, 2003
I 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, 2003
Existence 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, 2003
In 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, 2003
This 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, 2003
Competition 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
Anonymous posted this at 2:19 PM. (0) responds
Monday, March 31, 2003
I 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, 2003
Current 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, 2003
I 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, 2003
Too 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, 2003
The 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, 2003
The 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
Anonymous posted this at 8:38 PM. (0) responds
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
Anonymous posted this at 8:37 PM. (0) responds
Tuesday, March 04, 2003
I 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
Anonymous posted this at 2:33 PM. (0) responds
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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