14641. I Don'T Look For Miracles 4/2/2010
14642. In My Solitude 4/2/2010
14643. There Is No Forcing Oneself On The Other 4/2/2010
14644. Words Are Useful 4/2/2010
14645. Something Political 4/3/2010
14646. For The Philosophers 4/3/2010
14647. Something Descriptive Only For What Is In There 4/3/2010
14648. A Date 4/3/2010
14649. About The Last Time 4/3/2010
14650. Without You 4/3/2010
14651. Coz I'Ve Been Sweet To You 4/3/2010
14652. The Dead Sea 4/3/2010
14653. Man's Worth 4/3/2010
14654. To Support A World 4/3/2010
14655. Watching His Transformation 4/3/2010
14656. Happiness Alone By The River 4/3/2010
14657. O I Desire You 4/3/2010
14658. How Can Love Be So Kind? 4/3/2010
14659. Even If It Is Not Easter 4/3/2010
14660. This Life 4/3/2010
14661. A Friend In Egypt 4/3/2010
14662. As She Rides Her Bike 4/4/2010
14663. When He Was A Child 4/4/2010
14664. As He Boarded A Ghost Ship 4/4/2010
14665. Stunning 4/4/2010
14666. The Song Of Where Were We 4/4/2010
14667. Good Luck Baby 4/4/2010
14668. Cry Baby Cry 4/4/2010
14669. Scars 4/4/2010
14670. How We Live 4/5/2010
14671. The Child Who Does Not Recognize His Mother 4/5/2010
14672. Physical 4/5/2010
14673. The Children In The House 4/5/2010
14674. At 4 A.M. 4/6/2010
14675. A Wish 4/6/2010
14676. I Will Not Ask You To Love Me Again 4/6/2010
14677. For Love Is Like A Thorn In My Heart 4/6/2010
14678. Got Nothing 4/6/2010
14679. Our Misery 4/6/2010
14680. Mother Goddess 4/6/2010

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' The Last Dance Of Your Life '


you don't really have to mind
what power do you have for it

when it comes
it comes
none can prevent it
from sitting beside you

the doctors are honest
and sometimes
too stupid to give you a promise
for another extension of

a hope that poisons the mind instead
and makes
our recent stand rigid and

for those who have seen the light
on one hand
sees death as
a welcome experience
in fact a festivity
another coming experience
another full moon
at the bay

another ...

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And Ants........

the quest for nothing is almost over.
the use of words as ships of your journey.
the probing mind of the wind to all the alleys.
what have you become instead? winds for all directions.
boats of illusions. words have become your master and
you are their slaves, until you wake up from this
long night sleep. Time brings you back
to the land of your birth.
There are no words here.

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