Edmundo Farolan

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The mind lives in a different world embodied in solitude.
Chance, pick chance.
Unwavering influence, abounding friendship, sympathy claims, understanding specks of truth.
Love? An abstraction of the mind.
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….passing through another memory
the drifted memory timed on brinks
flung open like doors,
old women’s chatters,
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Words, words,
words, ideas within;
transitions transformed by life’s borders,
transformations of vulgarity into discretions
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Comfortless and unseated songs:
the hippies have rambled through society’s images.
Lucidity is another reflected synthesis.
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Tears – a human factor.
Do animals cry? Is it only humans who cry?
Death. Human, earthly death.
No one escapes death.
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White flesh parading.
Orange students.
The askance of contemplations.
Thoughts creating thoughts like cigarette smoke from tobacco fire culminating in diffused air.
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Chiau.
It’ll be your fault if you don’t remember.
The Dave Brubeck concert?
Your laundry, stained socks;
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Do you believe in fortunes?
Yes.
But they’re not true.
That’s why I believe in them.
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9.

Maia, my sweetheart, my darling,
When you read this, years from now,
You’ll remember your grandpa
Who carried you to look out the window
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(Inspired by Omar Khayam)

Life is short.
Sad is the final end.
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A hunchbacked future.
Khayyam’s “Let’s forget tomorrow for tomorrow may never come.'
To care about tomorrow or to care not?
Two people: no solitude.
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Even songs deceive;
months of reflection and continuity;
yes, life changes;
and maybe, the snow has changed me;
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Vermouth was diluted.
Look at Cowboy grin.
I’m pleasantly bored with my Volkswagen music.
The pool was hot.
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Morning-filled day, soft and absurd;
Say “hello” to me, say sweet words
And record those days with time
As memory flows dreams
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16.

It's reaching that stage that's neither old age nor old
Just feeling mellow
No longer anguished by the thought of aging
But rather accepting
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1.
Everyday
Is no longer boring.
Routine
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I.

…When the trees asked me why they were in chalked green blackboards, why there were faces drawn in them, why they were philosophical such as “the essence of trees is their being”, or “A tree has both essence and existence.” And trees can also weep because they too have tears inside their leaves, and when they thirst, they suck the earth of its juices from rains that fall and nurture poems, poems as poetic as the green indifference of trees…
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Decisionless:
falseness inherent in our nature
as it is for walls who listen,
speak and shudder,
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I'm a crazy old man now,
a poet blinded by silly illusions,
songs and hopes,
nothing more but fantasies,
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Edmundo Farolan Biography

Ed lives in Vancouver, Canada. The poems in this collection date back from 1966 to the present day.)

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The mind lives in a different world embodied in solitude.
Chance, pick chance.
Unwavering influence, abounding friendship, sympathy claims, understanding specks of truth.
Love? An abstraction of the mind.
I believe. I forget. I write.
Vagueness gets vaguer, redundancy more redundant,
irony more ironical.
Things are more than what they are.

Defend.
Judge.
Trying out love with the concurrence of oblivion.
Shadows abound.
Unknown forces.
Telepathic wavering.
Defending freedom with the tools of slavery.
The third eye.
The creator.
Forgotten thoughts.
Revelation that youth is futile.

Is there real truth in Zen Buddhism?
Who can justify the Church’s doctrine that there is no salvation outside of it?
What about yoga and the beads?
The releasing of the spirit,
a new breed of freedom,
spirit that denies reality.

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Ed Farolan 27 July 2020

existentialist, cartesian cogito ergo sum

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Ed Farolan 02 June 2020

Insightful. A collage of emotions.

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