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
Anonymous posted this at 3:04 PM. (0) responds
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
Anonymous posted this at 2:32 PM. (0) responds
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
Anonymous posted this at 4:55 PM. (0) responds
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
Anonymous posted this at 5:43 PM. (0) responds
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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Anonymous posted this at 4:22 PM. (0) responds
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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Anonymous posted this at 3:53 AM. (0) responds
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
Anonymous posted this at 3:41 AM. (0) responds
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
Anonymous posted this at 8:38 PM. (0) responds
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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