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Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Memory

In case the previous post is hard to understand--just look upon it as a poem. Poems might show up here from time to time, when there's something to be said that needs to find expression in that form. This time it was about an old story of mine, a struggle that I did not even know I had, a hurt that I thought was a blessing. Without our knowing, we make rather serious mistakes sometimes! The biggest of them all has got to be the state of being un-authentic (especially with oneself), but that is too large a subject for today.

posted by Ciprian Man @ Tuesday, May 31, 2005 0 comments  

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Having

Having

Slept with the ghost of you

Smelt the putrid stench of your immaculate dreams

Drowned in the love that never was

 

Having

Left you behind

Washed off the lies

Burnt the damaging bonds

 

I look up.

posted by Ciprian Man @ Thursday, May 19, 2005 0 comments  

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