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  185.     

The Feet Where Stand

The shielded egg hatched beautiful art,
Weather passed, stormy wind blown-grown smart
Pursue learning confess hidden gift intends
So alive, triumphal exclude the artist unseen.

Aye! The fools eye vision objects unreal
Capture the grandeur designed of imitation thrill.
Famous astute dark subjects tightens illusion;
Of variety example mirror identity stilled on motion.

The feet where stand unleavened dust sinners haven,
Magnificent fame nailed purpose the martyrs prayin'
Wealth dread to loose thus revolved around its circle
Influence elaborate effects on studio of ancient oracle.

Order, simplicity commission, belief characterize virtue
Domination, power, honor, fame, wealth anoint actor undue,
On the stage where the feet stand do chin up-composed.
Undefined identity sickened path at theater exposed.

Oh! The flesh kiss the dust. Alas! here say;
Such beautiful art ascends did farewell today
The actor overlook pleasure rather contentment,
Much knowledge to selfishness controlled the lovely element.
 
Dona Jean

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  186.     

950. Mother, Demolish my identity! Let me go out of ego cover! 240208

Amma,

As a floating balloon traps air from atmosphere
My little self is ensnared by I encircling sphere!
Prick the wall! Let the air out to be one with sky
Crush the I! Let the self out to be one with thy!

As a floating sealed earthen pot of water in Ganges
My identity blocks all way that self with Self mergence
Break the pot! Let the water mingle with Holy River
Demolish my identity! Let me go out of ego cover!

As the charismatic silence is being the language of Love
Why the stupid mind is always engaged chattering loud?
As blissful state is my true nature in vigilance full
Why am I chased by sorrow pertained to body small?

As the ever expanding space is my dwelling place
Why am I bound in a fragile body with nine holes?
As all the objects under universe ever belong to me
Why am I after trivial things, bound by senses five? 240208
 
Raman Savithiri

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  187.     

Email Hell, Death is Less Painful

Is there a limit before they skim it
for me?
At this point, I have only 450 unanswered
emails
to read

Is that a sign of mental sickness
or just a minor lack of quickness?

I'm kinda hopin' 'they' kill my account
that way, no tension will mount.

Do I have to deal with that 'stuff'
I'm not feelin' it today, nor tomorrow,
nor yesterday I guess
nor last week,
months now?

A mess? Yes

but not for me
just lost friends/family.
Not really
just a lost me

Maybe the solution is to be a non-entity?

forward more obscenity?

Delete it all, assume new identity?

Delete is all, assume no identity
 
Mr. Nobody

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  188.     

Terzanelle for Octavia Estelle Butler

Racism and violence were non-existent in this world

Of fiction, where the black women rescued the white men

To love, while the secrets of slavery were unfurled.



In science fiction, there was a leading light and a ben

Called Octavia Estelle Butler, or Junie in dreams

Of fiction, where the black women rescued the white men.



She wrote about power, disease, incest, love and screams.

Self-destructive violence and hierarchical tendencies

Called Octavia Estelle Butler, or Junie in dreams.



In a sad world of poverty and dependencies,

Without having a father, she learned to fight against

Self-destructive violence and hierarchical tendencies.



Maybe to feel superior in struggle was sensed,

When people were aware to fight for identity.

Without having a father, she learned to fight against.



In a world of mutes, Estelle found a new entity.

Racism and violence were non-existent in this world,

When people were aware to fight for identity

To love, while the secrets of slavery were unfurled.
 
Marieta Maglas

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