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  169.     

I Am...

I am in between.
An actor, a spectator.
A child, a grown-up.
Dream and reality.
Brazilian?
German?
English?
My identity crisis is my identity.
And I am trying to keep it.
Trying to stay away from boxes.
Always happy?
Always sad?
I want to be both:
Happy-sad, jumping-crawling my way through life,
With a dancing shadow of Death on my shoulder.
Things in boxes stay in boxes,
Neatly put away where we think we can find them again.
I am determined to jump out,
Like a jack-in-the-box,
Spitting my humour in the face of the world.
 
Thomas Doubting

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  170.     

Haiku - Twin Happiness

twin happiness
identical boys escape
death penalty

helpless over identity
judge frees twins
in drug offence

identity crisis
no sentence for twins
in drug charge

BBC news:
Malaysian identical twin brothers have escaped hanging for drug trafficking as a court failed to decide which brother was the criminal, and cleared both.
A judge in the capital, Kuala Lumpur, said the case was unique and she could not send the wrong person to his death.
In 2003 police arrested one brother found driving drugs to a house. The second twin arrived soon afterwards and was also arrested.
Neither officers nor a DNA test could identify which twin owned the drugs.
Sathis and Sabarish Raj,27, cried in court when they heard the judge say that the prosecution had failed to prove which twin had been arrested first with a car containing 166kg of cannabis and almost 2kg of raw opium.
According to the New Straits Times, the judge told the court: 'I can't be calling the wrong twin to enter his defence. I can't be sending the wrong person to the gallows.'
Execution is mandatory for convicted drugs traffickers in Malaysia
 
john tiong chunghoo

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None Will Be Done Or Repeated

What do you wish to see from me?
Submission.
Weakness.
No depth of identity.
Or integrity I keep.
Mistakes I have admitted.
And my flaws are there to see.
However...
I have submitted to my weaknesses.
And my identity had not always been complete.
But if you believe I have not learned lessons,
I assure you none will be done or repeated...
To allow the same ones for you to teach.
Back off!
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar

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Lethargy

I wake up to my alarm’s blaring beep
I would just roll over and go back to sleep
If it weren’t for my alarm’s blaring beep

I walk down the stairs my eyes drooping closed
I’m sure that exhaustion is how I’d be diagnosed
As I walk down the stairs my eyes drooping closed

Consuming my breakfast, not sure what I’m eating
Not hearing my parents’ morning greeting
As I finish my breakfast not sure what I’m eating

Stumbling to first hour, not thinking about school
But only how these starting times seem oh so cruel
As I stumble to first hour, not thinking about school

Nodding to classmates, not sure of there identity
Only thinking of my bed’s beckoning serenity
As I nod to my classmates, not sure of their identity

I wish to be at home, in my cozy, sleep-inducing bed
Not stumbling around school, resembling living dead
I’d rather be at home, in my cozy, sleep-inducing bed
 
Cal Gillette

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