ENO SUTRAMAN Poems

In the humdrum of boredom, flesh kingdom desire
In the stillness of concrete, steel cubicle mire
Blindfolded pinpoint soul with fire
Sire, I see it aflame at star away distance,
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Daytime is gone, arches of twilight
Bring me back home,
Alone-lights and darkness
Greet me, pass me, alone,
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Man is not to inherit goat, ape, lion or cursed cur,
If only your soul is not size animal alpha or beaten- it's core
Flesh may be killed by survival the fittest war,
The spirit thru you, God will survive, reborn,
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Take your poem in both hands and press and squeeze,
Smash square-deadly at each 'not yours', turn your back on it,
Let time hands run their rounds on each line plea for mercy,
Till the poem kneels to kiss the hands of Time and yours, and
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I miss attraction, close-up feeling -you to me
Am I distracting You from something more and more away from me?
Look back and kiss that distance- I am the distance- separated,
Stand still my eyes -you're running, running ye away- from me
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ВОТ ТЕ НА! Человеком правит дух?
Так сказано, затвержено, бубнят так, ой подись ты,
Тычешь, чешешь языком о том, что скверно знаешь-ведь человечий он
Вах, вах, О пророк Исаия-а где-ж подобие Его?
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How Far Are Lies From Truth?
Just three ifs-
If Lies are repeated they are not forgotten
If lies are authoritative and profitable, they nod to them in agreement.
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While they steal from you,
You steal from those, who
Strictly are not them but me
You may well con dupes but see
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What on earth are you sorry about? To keep myself above the earth and not under -I Just install my excuse -against any misuse of my poor squalled condition future any trespass.Your roguish tongue has already passed all the limits on earth and above.
Please, I am sorry, no admonition, just change my condition - then roguish my tongue is at peace.
The poor use of your sorry that is, to smooth out your life's bumpy inevitable lease
To express delivery of any happy chance of your squalid condition passed in peace
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