Cyclopseven R Poems

Life is all glory, without pain there is no gain
Historians and philosophers hold the reign
While the poor unsullied man wriggles only in pain
Can they make him to believe only in pain there is a gain?
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Many have died
Leaving the death alive,
Kicking alive
So many more will die.
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Unbutton my desires
Let them vanish into the air
Free me forever
Enough of the fever.
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When the sun enters into sleep
Slowly I motion the moon to calmness
Into the unknown mystery of nature
And I see waves of light percolating
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At the end of a cigarette
I see my friend committing
A slow death.
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The books on the shelf
From tall short small and big
All are weeping dry tears
Because my eyes stopped rambling
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the soaring eagle
knows not its strength
until a hunter send a bullet
across the sky.
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when the bullet
enters the soldier's heart
it pierces the mother's love;
while the soldier lies motionless
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The fearful agony
Is still intact with me
Though many times
Stubbornly I shirked it hard.
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Ravaging worms
Gnarled the mind,
And the emotion bleeds
In frustration, reverie stands still.
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