In Another World... In another world         - we met, In another time         - we kissed, In another life         - we loved. In this world, In this time, In this life,         - we did not.

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At Times... at times -         the verse dries out,         the rhyme locks the gates to its music,         and fierce passion suffocates in the iron grip of a silken Platonic veil...

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As When... As when the sun did hide itself         to never shine again, As when the childhood's innocence         by cruelty was slain, As when the hunted, bleeding fox         awaits the deadly blow, As when you went and said goodbye         to one who loved you so...

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Lines... Did you ever look at your smile in a mirror? Didn't the mirror get out of its icy coolness, reach out with two hands, grab your body and kiss your lips till its glossy surface cracked with pain? I would have sent you flowers - but one doesn't send flowers to a flower. I would have sent you jewels - but one doesn't send jewels to a jewel. So I send you a golden earring and a poem. One to wear and maybe forget. One to burn and maybe remember. Something like a life, Something like a death, Something like a love... Those eyes, those twin mountain lakes whirling, twirling, storming in a caleidoscope of blue, green, grey, tempting, calling to an everlasting fall into their cool infinite depth... Those eyes - why did you always hide them? Those lips, this red hot lava hell guarding the entrance to the world of no return, to the world of burning love and icy death. Those lips - who will be the lucky one to be tortured by their touch? Didn't you notice the way the snowy mountain peaks started melting away the minute a shy little smile for an immesurable tiny little moment lighted your face?... I dare not close my eyes, I dare not think my thoughts, I dare not dream my dreams... I dare not wake up and find you do not exist. And the roaring flame in the tormented soul could not be extinguished by the salty raindrops of the clouded eyes.                 *** Don't laugh, please don't laugh at the ridiculous sound of these crazy lines. They are just the last breath of a tired, burning, dying match, that thought itself a volcano.

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Let... Let me share In your pain, Let your tear Be my rain, Let your grief Break my heart, Let my death Do us part. Let my joy Be your day, Let your bliss Trail my pray, Let your smile Cleave my heart, Let my death Do us part. Let the dawn Chase your night, Let the morn Wed your light, Let the eve Burn my heart, Let my death Do us part. Pray you sleep And forget, Pray you dream No regret, Pray you lose My freak heart, Pray my death Do us part.

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1944... Normandy... to heroes... A grizzly day has dawned upon the beach, The iron sun about to wear his crown Forgets to blink old mists way out of reach As thousands mouths pour hell's desires down. My house a box, half inch grey painted steel, Thick cordite smell masks sweating stink of fear, Tight fisted mouths old books of prayers peel... I grip my gun, I lose my only tear. A falling door... a water fist drives in, I push away through sunset colored waves, A fire's trace... a thud... a stream so thin... My aquarelle paints rolling water graves. Oh mother dear, I wish you had not cried, Oh lover sweet, I loved you till I died.

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1943... Bassarabia... to my father... A weary guard, a skinny snapping dog, Weak heaving grunts ride hammers' endless pound As shapeless stones asleep in muddy ground Break pebble thin, to greeting morning fog. An old man falls... a muscle clothed bone Leaps to his due... a second's down... a third... His blood shot eyes denying thankful word The youth breaks stone, then stone, then stone, then stone... The camp's commander watches drunken eyed His strangling hand attacks the bottle's red Then vomiting his rage upon the bed He bellows till his under's at his side. You son of dog, you listen or you're dead, This dirty jid shall get my slice of bread.

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Execution... Not many crimes retained. Among the few mentioned there was mad love, Insane to a degree of blasphemy. God - did you envy my love for this woman And decided to punish my irreverence by seeding her despise, By forcing her to forget dreams of tomorrow And choose reality of yesterday? Did my pledge of eternal loyalty Bother your eternal plans? I doubt it, God isn't so petty. The crime though was retained, The court decided. Guilty. Verdict - capital punishment. No right for appeal.

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Tiger... Tiger, Mon ami, mon frère, Pour toi une prière De larmes amères Sur ton bout de terre. Tiger, Les anges te réclament Pour q'ta petite âme Tout le ciel enflamme Avec joie et charme. Tiger, Prend soin de ma mère, Cher maman - amère Ma vie éphémère, A bientôt, j'espère. Tiger, Joie et peine font sœurs Dans mon triste cœur, Un si grand bonheur, Une immense douleur. Tiger, Je garde pour toujours Ta gaieté, l'amour Dans tes tristes yeux, pour Te revoir un jour...

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Tizza... Doggy, doggy, doggy, dog, Gone to lands hind silver fog, Gone to meet your brother sweet, Lying at my mother's feet, In the gardens east of eden Which to me are still forbidden, Say hello to those I miss, Take with you my love and kiss, And tell uncle God today That for you and them I pray. Doggy, doggy, doggy, dog, Saw this entry in His log: (welcome transcript) Hi there fun Hold your yapping minutes one Glad to see you coming home Bring some life under my dome Choose a place, my left, my right... Hey... that's MY throne, off... you plight! (mumbling) ...Headache... have to clone This here dog phenomenon...

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Departing To Never Return... pain like rain leaves a stain and a glow when they go yet behold through winter's cold they don't part from your heart memories through summer's breeze light a spark in the dark they allay life's dismay and beguile you to smile

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Letter To death Dear death, Please forgive my not using capitals for your name, I don't respect you, thus this small token of disrespect. I say forgive me just because I am polite, not because I mean it. Don’t frown, oh, please don't frown, It doesn't become you, you petty thief, You are always in such a good mood, why should you frown all of a sudden Because of some paper written words By a paper poet Snubbing his nose at you? After all, you know you always win this game, Dirty and sold up front, true, But what do you care, you were always a dirty player. I keep wondering if you finished your college cum laude, Bet you cheated there as well, And I am a bit surprised how did your master allow you to graduate? Are you so good that you succeeded to cheat him as well And while he was happily reading your fantasized reports You snubbed him the way I snub you and did it your way? Hey, I didn't mean to sound funny but I did, Do you hum it the way ol' blue eyes Frankie did it? Ha, I found your secret, you know? You simply read too many fashion magazines And decided elegance is your way. You wish to look always fresh The newest look, the latest cry, And you found a way, you dress yourself in human bodies... Always fresh a human body, always refreshingly different, You stalk your victim, learn its ways, learn how to poison it And then you sneak into its body Like the parasite you are Taking over little by little its functions, its life, its glow, And for eternal moments you revel in your exploits in front of your anonymous Renegade celestial audience, Till finally you all get bored, And you drop the body emptied of its essence into decay And move to your new dress, your next body. Oh, what an exhilarating life you must be living, Though funny to talk to you about life, The joy of eternal change, eternally renewable fashion, And as you walk on the coffin shaped podium Beaming at the glorious words people and priests and composers sing to you You bow in that beautiful Narcissistic way of yours, Add a few more thousands of tears to your unique collection And you move on. Sometimes you are impatient, How unbecoming for a divine creature such as you, I guess, after all, you are only death, You have your flaws, no creation is perfect As the creator knows. I know, in my own petty way I am a creator myself. Then, at your moments of crazed indecision You go by the thousands, Trying body after body looking for the flavor of the day Dressing and discarding whatever is not à la mode The beauty of the corpses littering your wake food for your desires of grandeur And you don't calm down until you tried them all When Tired and disgusted you go to sleep in that dreamless land of yours. Et voilà, You remembered to visit me again, Hey, thought you have forgotten me already. But I didn't forget you, I remember the several times you visited me In different guises And please excuse me my disapproving of your taste in garments I know it will drive you mad and I am glad for it. When you take babies, lovers, mothers, men of virtue, And you hang them in your closet for future use Waiting for them to ripen to your size for a long time, Rows and rows of them, Some forgotten, some discarded after a second thought, Some never to be used even, just the heedlessness of your spoiled brat ways... And I cannot but think, actually remind myself - death is a despicable bastard, a spoiled brat, And the only thing it doesn't like is people looking it straight in the eyes. There were many, I know, we humans are a stubborn race, you know. Well, add one more to the list. By the way, no need to write back, I know where to find you when I need you. Me.

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mimiagatha... sic playing acrostic games with my "literary" name in my friend Billie's contest mind if my idylls are glass and tomorrows hail amass? might ink's mist iamb and gist anchored torments heal?... alas... morning shiver's plowing slowly mid of valley's humming grass, innocent beneath her beauty clothes a smile the sleeping lass, "must i wear my skin tomorrow?" she has asked with dying sun, "i will wear my ever sorrow..." i have rhymed a wish undone, and as clouds were much discreetly painting canopies about garnished with erupting marbles scaring way the crawling drought all we've left was body's demons raving madly out of grasp tearing paths inside her beauty with a mindless screaming rasp, hell has taken hold of reason... and when heaven's bliss set in art made way to tender whispers, gods made way to sacred sin... morning, insanity mauls impassioned, always growling adoration, the heart adust... magic... in the aftermath of forest fires mascara melts, incertitudes creep in, ache grows as glow dulls and when the alarm clock rings the morning the terrible pangs of waking up hale reality in and you cry...

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Love Me Tender a tribute to Elvis in my friend Billie's contest Kiss me tender, Kiss me sweet, Let the snowbells grow Weaving carpets to your feet, Yes, I love you so. Kiss me tender, Kiss me true, Sing sweet robin’s trill, I will join you mornings through, Yes, I always will. Kiss me tender, Kiss me long, Cupid’s broken dart Waits inside my praying song, Yes, we’ll never part. Kiss me tender, Kiss me dear, Take my humble rhyme Pay me with your green of tear, Yes, till end of time. Elvis, friend, your years were few Yet, your music’s glow Rhymes my whisper´s... “I love you, Girl, you’ll never know.”

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Womanhood You're no fairy, you're a woman. Listen... So you're no pretty face On a glossy surface With that sleek fashioned hair And an engineered stare Acting mock-up surprise In strange violet eyes With a diamond mine Down a smooth cleavage line... So you're no summer dream Greasy overnight cream Don't work wonders for you Nor does cucumber stew And the wasp of the past Has decayed with a blast Driving wolfs seeking prey Look for glossier lay... So you're way past your prime Scarred by scavenging time As you ripped at your seams Birthing lives into screams When the toddlers your breast Reaved with animal zest And the pain you denied With such fierceness and pride... So what? You're no fairy, you're a woman. Let me tell you something... Be your choice for a heel A stiletto of steel And the pants down your bum Stained with coke or with rum Be your song three keys off As your listeners scoff And the breasts down your waist Mock the virtues of chaste, Be your drink mellow beer As you burp and you cheer While your rough finger tips Tear the night time to strips And your heart rough and wild Since inside you the child Fearless mighty and proud Still alive rages loud. Because you're no fairy, you are a woman. And you know what? In your wrinkle of skin Hides your power unseen, In the weary regard Glows your yesterday's shard In the thickness of girth Lives your moment of birth. You are no fairy. You are a proud woman. * Polk salad Annie Curves you have uncanny If an eyebrow lifts in awe Wiggle back your fanny...

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Versi Simplissimi... This debate         may be above         hate and love. Those who hate         love... above They may love         hate... debate Or perhaps         above the hate They prefer         to love debate While they do         debate the love Letting linger         hate above In this world of         love and hate There's a rhyme         above debate Let us keep above         the love And debate...         just hate.

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Letting You Go It took me long to sit down and write it, This, This poem, pain, howl... you name it. I played delay games hesitating between names, Between Your Beautiful Eyes and Toy and Tribute and Murder, Planned and My Friend, Gone and You... Finally I had to sit down, Choose the title, call back the unending howl, pain, poem, and write it. The untold untellable story of Toy. My dog. Gone. Dead. Today. At my murderous hand. Oh, the beauty of those deep brown sugar eyes, The smirk in that quashed muzzle, the huge paws, the knots in that long hair hanging from your ears, the knots in my throat right now wishing it was I not you lying there cold, rigid, unseeing. Dead. The little ribbon I tied from time to time to your forehead, You looked like a clown... so beautiful. Sure I remember. When you arrived like a mad cyclone from the depths of a horror story running through the house like a pack of mad wolves chewing to death everything that didn’t move licking to death everything that did peeing and shitting with joyful glory all over the carpets and bed sheets and all around the newspapers I laid down for you never on them... making mush of me already then and I fell in love with you and now you are gone. Once in your life, only once, you growled and you were so embarrassed and so ashamed at the sound that you never did it again. Love, only love, this is all you knew to give and you gave and you gave and you gave so much of it. Always alongside me, with me, in the bed, in the bathroom, in the car, at friends, you demanded your place in my life and you got it, half of the place and all of my life, sneaking with you into shops, cinemas, restaurants where you were fast to hide underneath the table waiting for me to share with you half of my hamburger, half of my chips, my spaghetti, my ice cream, my pizza, the cream and the cakes. Always thanking me. With love. Endless love. And tail wags. So elegant, folding your leash in four symmetrical parts picking it up as the symbol of your liberty and waiting at the door... OK, let’s go together... you said. Time. Heart. Sickness. Still dragging along with me. Everywhere. Slowly. Unrelenting. Happily. Slowly. Slower. Our last night together. Weak, hardly able to pick up your body, two weeks your stomach got nothing but a few pills, some water. You were still smiling. You were in pain but didn’t tell. But I knew. Your murder was planned for the following day so I refused to come home, I refused to let you go, but I did. You still wagged weakly your tail, unable to get up. You licked my hand. You rubbed your head against my knee wishing to leave something with me, your smell, a few hairs black and white and brown, your flag and mine. Did you know already? That you will die? That I will die with you after that night to end all nights? I watched the needle enter your muscle, the plunger pushing the liquid in, half of it, then all of it. I couldn’t watch the second shot, ran out of the room and hid in a corner howling in my mind howling in my mind howling in my mind. Respecting you. Letting you go. With dignity. Oh, so painful it was letting you go... Then he told me with fake sorrow in his voice that it was over. I paid him. I took you with me. There will be flowers above you, and around you, and in your heart. And all the world’s desert in mine. I loved you, friend mine. Like a child. I have no choice now but to become a believer. I must believe that I will meet you again.

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Missing Missing the scratching sound at night on the side of my bed, Missing the bark lately so weak I called you Flipper, Missing the patience, sitting by my side as I was eating and fixing me with those incredible eyes of yours waiting for me to share. I always shared, my meat, my Jaffa cake, even my green salad. You never refused. Until you refused. And it was the end. Remember... no, you can’t remember anything anymore, I do, Do you remember chasing birds joyful and carefree till some obstinate goose would stand its ground and you would return wailing between my legs, Do you remember when you ran so fast that you fell in the lake and afterwards we both rolled laughing in the grass till you were dry? Do you... oh... sorry, you don’t remember, I do, Do you... oh... I sound mixed up, don’t I, senility – is it part of sorrow? I remember you insisting in being part of every picture I took, Your head or your ear or your tail or your paw always in, I can prove it, I have all these pictures and I cry daily over them. I remember you remembering that one turn in the road on our way to your preferred restaurant where you would stand up and start barking my head off in the car willing everybody to know we are coming and I would drink the beer and you would eat the salties. I remember... I could write a book about it. Missing... I could write a book about it. I remember you. Missing you. Missing you. Missing you.

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Still I can still smell you, in the room, next to my bed, I go around sniffing, trying to inhale inside me leftovers of you, I see your medication boxes lying forgotten in the plastic tray, The half empty pack of dog food... you always got more than you could eat, middle of the night I heard you sometimes nibbling, I wake up at odd hours tiptoeing around afraid to step on you, then I remember that the floor is empty of you, You are gone. Pictures, hairs, your toys, your blanket... Oh, God, the torment to know you lone and frightened inside that narrow, cold, dark drawer freezing your body into one rigid lump of flesh, Your hair still soft, so soft, so soft... * Today we buried you. It drizzled. Grey skies. The wooden box too big for you, I put in your red leash – your symbol of liberty, a small stuffed bear, a blanket in case you find it cold there. They were filling the hole with fresh steaming earth and I kept throwing in lumps of it with my hands, smearing the dirt into my eyes as I tried to see, till it was full. I placed fresh flowers above, a pot, human weakness. I did not want to put cut flowers, someone told me she does not like flowers cut, I remembered. You would have loved her. They let me see you one last time before screwing the top on, your frozen body one rigid lump of flesh, Your tail inert, Your hair still soft, so soft, so soft... Oh, how I wanted to scream...

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