Tag: faith
group name: incharacter
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June 15, 2008 11:30 PM EDT --
In the beauty of it, I was inspired
In the light of it, I saw
In the words of it, I learned
In the faith of it, I believed
In the time of it, I was patient
In the love of it, I . . . more
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July 12, 2008 03:10 AM EDT --
Pill s
Sounds of a crow, incessant rippling through the wind
Let her know how much more loneliness can there be.
She picks up the knitting and stumbles at the door
Of memory, . . . more
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July 14, 2008 08:03 AM EDT --
Some stories and untold truths to a tourist
Sea strokes the foot of the long dead tree.
Gulls in a galore. How many of them
Do you have named?
And, you have asked . . . more
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July 15, 2008 07:38 AM EDT --
Summer, 2008
Open day for clouds.
The park is the reign of the youth,
of the old and dog owners alike.
The girl who is collecting pebbles,
does not have . . . more
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May 05, 2008 01:22 PM EDT --
Those waiting eyes
The wait of rain has been soaked in meadows.
The warmth of a fragile hand is still on
The support of the porch. A pair of eyes,
Tired and looking beyond, now is not . . . more
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May 09, 2008 10:57 AM EDT --
Both the worlds
The reddish brown terrain of cinnamon
Is it the country you come from?
Evening drops down from this side of earth.
There is always silence to match.
The green . . . more
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May 31, 2008 10:13 AM EDT --
This is the result of some dream rising inside after a quarrel with a friend who has importance enough to cause bleeding. At night I dream of a fight and that I am left bleeding at a desert. . . . more
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June 02, 2008 07:54 AM EDT --
( This is some body else's dream. Yes, as i explore through the unknown world of dreams of my known individuals, I face this dream seen by a lady living a hard city life and working . . . more
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May 09, 2008 08:55 AM EDT --
Faithful Friend
. . . more
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June 03, 2008 11:14 AM EDT --
The four musicians in a field
( to Alison and the band)
A note has touched the cloud, just now.
A bird has stopped over thinking
it may find another of its kind.
. . . more
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June 04, 2008 07:52 AM EDT --
Purple sky(in my head)
Purple sky. Leaves have just turned dark
From the golden. Eyes never tire.
This time they come for medicines,
Close the windows of the gray asylum.
. . . more
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June 12, 2008 01:13 PM EDT --
Hurt
An unfamiliar breathing
strange is its rhythm. Unstable.
Is it oxygen for life that
is taken in through his organs?
He cannot be sure at this point.
Grievous . . . more
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July 11, 2008 08:05 AM EDT --
Blue boat, red boat
( To the Kathryn's picture)
Don't go, blue and red boats.
Summer is not yet over for this guy.
He is drinking through his senses
the shapeless summer . . . more
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June 06, 2008 02:57 AM EDT --
The tree
The tree that has opted for an escape from spring
Stands forlorn, in the midst of the greens frolicking.
Waiting only for its favorite bird to come
Tugging down small . . . more
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June 10, 2008 07:21 AM EDT --
Home
"Boys. Oh, boys." She tells.
The bouts of cough in between.
The few of her pictures
Resting on the table with
A short leg. Sepia.
A cup of tea long past its
. . . more
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June 11, 2008 10:20 AM EDT --
Story so old (weathercock tells)
The weathercock at the top of the old steeple
Knows a little about the reasons she stands here
At this time of a summer day.
She turns her head to . . . more
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July 02, 2008 08:23 AM EDT --
Cat at the dead- end
At the dead-end it unfurls its nails, sharp.
A steep wall is watching the lone cat's back.
Its feeling of being betrayed gives shivers.
A wall that . . . more
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July 04, 2008 08:34 AM EDT --
His independence-dreams
A long morning breaks its spell by the shaft
of an oblong ray. He grins at the bird
dared to enter into his petite slam,
in search of yesterday's food, . . . more
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July 06, 2008 02:24 AM EDT --
Journey (times)
"How far?" She asks, eternally without answers.
Eyes, weary eyes look yonder,
A path lies ahead, tortuous as ever,
Lost amid lights and darks. . . . more
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July 07, 2008 09:49 AM EDT --
The invisible and a man
There is slight green of grass beneath,
Grown out of the cracks on cement.
His palms settle on the railings,
Some times you have to face feelings. . . . more
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