yoonoos peerbocus Poems

Wonderful is not so much
The mausoleum's chisel cut beauty
As the beauty of the love
Arrested in its architecture-
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With the freedom of an outlaw,
bees to whom earth
is but a benevolent garden
and what matters
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Canonised when dead, cannonaded when in life,
Lofty your thoughts that savour of content
But loftier the craftmanship
More congruent in symmetry
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What lures everyone's eyes
without vision
makes them dream to be me,
is but my image at sale, a star
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The used rags of my ancestors,
do not make me, me.where's
the adolescent I saw
yesterday? has it drowned in you
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When the wind that sifts dust
becomes erratic
the earth becomes
like someone's kite-
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What grows on its own within my breast
that in truth's alone real-
the quintessence of sweetness,
of which man has its human counterpart
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My passage from the dream to the waking dream
slows towards home
to winter in the wharf of flesh
which breathes with people
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How hard is it to be
in an olive garlanded grove
hinging with dove cots, cooing
under a sensual night's cover
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Sound is my slumber but rude my awakening;
low my chrysalid origin, but high my carnelian hope,
hard the time I endure in but harder the hurt
of cleansing of my negative selves, thoughsoothing
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