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Kiss Of Death

Last smell, last glimpse of his face and the last touch of his soft gentle lips pressed against mine under the stars gazing above us from the deep dark sky that was the last thing I held in my head as the fire got closer to me I was trapped in the corner death was blazing right in front of me and nothing could be done to stop it in its path of death it held no mercy at all. Last smell, last glimpse last touch of his soft gentle lips pressed against mine under the stars gazing above us from the deep dark sky that was the last thing I held in my head as I burned to my death nothing is more powerful than death apart from the true passion love.
 
jess barnely

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  138.     

The Gift

Death has come, he wades over me like a sail casting over water, slowly my heart beat comes to a cautious tune, my slumber is deep, too deep to atone. As death hovers over my soul in a chilled cell of a room, it reaches out examines my soul, drifting from side to side, I feel its presence behind my closed eyes. The room now frozen with empty life my soul reaches to breathe let go it says to death its not my time with a mere whimper. Death cannot control its toll, it wafted away form me in my sleep, my soul has returned, my heart resumes true with pain. The pain that reminds me he will come again. The room now silent my eyes left open, tears frozen in time, a voice of light in my mind. Live it says not your time I will be there, now he is here and I live. Now I stand hovering over your soul smiling side to side, I am ready for you are you ready for me, I feel nothing, no more pain because here I am again.
 
Jose Aguilar

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Death And Birth

Death leads to birth rather than birth, to death.
Birth is close to death and not vice versa.
Every birth is at the result of a death.
Death to birth, not birth to death, is the path.

The death of clay is the birth of a pot;
The death of the pot is the birth of clay.
Ice melts to water and water forms ice.
In each conversion, occur death and birth.

The death of a night is the birth of a day;
The death of a day is the birth of a night.
New Year means the death of the old year too.
In each transition, takes place death and birth.

The death of a seed is the birth of a plant;
The death of gametes is the birth of an embryo.
Salts die to form cells; cells die to form salts.
In each growth, form death and birth of matter.

The so called death and birth is nothing but
Deaths and births of forms made of matter.
The matter itself does not die to be born
But is converted to different forms.

Elements disappear to form plants.
Plants as food add to the animals’ flesh.
Plants and animals on death liberate
As elements, serving through worms and germs.

When a child is born, there’s no birth of life.
The embryo transforms into a child.
When a man dies, there is no death of life.
The body disintegrates to salts.

Matter, energy and life have no death
They have got one birth since when they’ve been.
They interact and come different stages
In which the pattern is death and birth.
 
Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

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Sentences On Post-Conceptual Poeticsn Dec,2009.

post-conceptual poetics is a redefination of being a robotics in digital age, humanity in the conceptual frame of digital machinery, a machinery of reflection on the machinery set ut by I-machinery in the operation of social and intellectual capital.A dead butterfly knowing that she can fly over death with language of conceptual networks.
.. conceptual poetry is not like poetry but post-conceptual poetry is more like a poem of immortal death-death reflecting the happening of death.At the same time death or concept or conceptual metaphor -
today, i have finished writing 'POst-conceptual poetics and life' in Yangon, Myanmar in Myanmar language.I will publish in local magazine, first.maybe, self-publication: the conceptof death in robotics and the concept of death in human machinery, reflecting social capital and intellectuial catital connected with ethics beyond borders.
public is not the message but the response and speculations about texts and artworks.that is what i mean by multi-displinary artist/post-conceptual writer.
contemporary post conceptual way of life is being in the beyond but becoming in the present.
Thein Post-conceptual reality: Death is not the concept but a immortal machine to generate the wisdom of elimination for the illusionist's pleasure of visuality and colours of language capacity which is building the game of dyfunctional artificiality of digital age people are obesessed with.
death is a permanent gamer in language game of a post-conceptual writings.
death is immortal.death is immortal.death is immortal.death is immortal.death is immortal.death is immortal.death is immortal.death is immortal.death is immortal.death is immortal.death is immortal............
. death, suffering, obsession, pains and attachments. ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance. death, suffering, obsession, pains and attachments. ignorance........
.. (1) analysis of consciousness: sensational realities is just illusive run-away, no existence but the engagement of mind and sensational objects. (2) mind is the open abstraction which is depending.........
POST-CONCEPTUAL POETRY IS UNCREATIVE MEDICINE FOR CREATIVE CONCEPTUAL BOREDOM! ! ! ! ! POSTING CONTEMPORARY INTO THE BORDER-AWARENESS OF CONCEPTUALISM TO GET OUT OF THE TRAP OF CONCEPTUAL FRAME OR TESTING THE CONCEPTUAL FRAME.WHAT IS A CONCEPT? THIS IS WHAT I CALL 'UNCREATIVE MEDICINE! ! ! ! ! ! !
AFTER CONCEPTUALISM, MATERIALITY AND CONCEPTUALITY HAS NO TENSION BUT ONLY MOEMNT-TO-MOMENT CONTEMPLATION ON REAL AND ACTUAL REALITY-REALITY-DISSPPEARANCE-PREJUDICES INSIGHT.WOW!
othing, nothingness, nothing, nothing! that's all I don't posessess.
no hope no friend no family no home no nativity no nationality no fame no name no future no points no market no identity no possessions
clear deconstruction of biased skins Only left white action, speech and contemplated wisdom with fresh energy beyond time frame a white snow mountain.. Are you coming from another planet? ! ! @#$%^&*() _+1234567890qwertyuiopzxcvbnmqဆ တ န မ အ ပ က င သ ဖ ထ ခ လ ဘ ........... life is covered by a layers of skins-meaning, culture, conversational skills, talks, established education, certificates, friends, neighbours, dignity, concepts conditioned, sociality and liberty...
thoroughly Ga Ga Na Na thoroughly Ga Ga Na Na thoroughly Ga Ga Na Na thoroughly Ga Ga Na Na thoroughly Ga Ga Na Na thoroughly Ga Ga Na Na thoroughly Ga Ga Na Na thoroughly Ga Ga Na Na thoroughly Ga Ga
Names are coming out of your skins. A name of a rose: rose is a rose is a rose is a rose............ Ga Ga Na Na Ga Ga Na Na Ga Ga Na Na Ga Ga Na Na Ga Ga Na Na N
The Wonder Institute Promise is initiated. But then logic is a constructed demand. Ethics is a supply for a constructed logic. Equilibrium among promise, logic and ethics is a nexus point of unity, harmony and energy. When promise is achieved, You are an alice in the wonder institute. (a basic economic instinct-supply &demand.
the story of nothingness: a poor man has nothing; a rich man needs nothing; if you die, do you think it will happen nothing.
what is your social, political, economic and personal machinery of yours? HOW CAN YOU ESCAPE AWAY FROM IT OR DEAL WITH IT?
let's redefine tolerance? Is it a really working without limitation/Theory of cause and effect is not a time-based sequence of event.Six senses and conscience must be separate.whatever care for others who are unlucky is a virtue.
nothingness show its nature when change happens and you are in the awareness of change, not under the concept change.
future?
no mathemaTHICAL equations in life and so life becomes a suffering site. how can you redefine site-spEcific aRT?
I want to confirm you that some exceptionally beneficial Moment that we wished for and that you were waiting for has come. Huge POSITIVE changes are going to happen for you.Just visionary poetry for everyone who read it! ! ! ! !
cause and effect is not one after another continuum/linear meanings but parallel or alternative realization/satory of life in fire.
cause and effect is not one after another continuum/linear meanings but parallel or alternative realization/satory of life in fire.
alice in the wonderland is now a contemporary poem!
no repercussion but comtemplating on present moment-to-moment suble changes in and on your ever-changing realities.
human beings are in a way puppets generated by their own habits, skills and concepts but the freedom of puppets is that they are not like human beings not in the theatrical reality but in the crafted reality reflecting truths of physicality and humanity.
But can Puppets change the world?
Puppets synthesize ideas - the essence of a thought, concept or character.
is quality of life considered on the identity or the place where you come from?
what is your disruptic ides for managing your systematic life on daily basics?
L ight's shadow is light itself!
not the I-machinery but the multi-skins-deconstruction of social, political, intellectual and humanistic constructions.
 
Nyein Way

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