The MadLad Poems

Through the empty hallway of this cheap hotel,
I trample on,
in search of my chaperon.
But who was it,
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I wish to conquer the horizon,
Or crash unto the nearest bay.
For my ship has lost direction
And the maps have nothing more to say.
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Where were you
when I was still a bud
waiting to blossom.
Lost in the cosmic pattern
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How fragile am I, the physical me.
Like the wilting rose or the soul unfree.
This nimble body of limbs, eyes and nose,
None of which, I ever chose,
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On this rufescent dawn of melancholy,
stay by my side, don't just leave me be.
And meandering along the nostalgic shores, let's summon
those bejeweled memories long begone.
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Tonight,
I will be the puppeteer
and you,
my harlequin
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i walk through
rusty pages of our album
recalling a morning-glow forever gone
a weary wanderer
...

i.

Today I saw a monk crying,
A child smiling by his side.
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