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Talent Hizashi Yamasaki Talent's email These poems that I wrote. I wait for joy to him of him. |
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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