16001. Destiny.... 12/27/2015
16002. Blindly Underneath Carrying All Its Own Weight. 12/27/2015
16003. Putting All Creativity In Cessation. 12/27/2015
16004. A Decision.... 12/27/2015
16005. The Insomniac.... 12/27/2015
16006. Revising Kobayashi.... 12/27/2015
16007. Issa's Nap.... 12/27/2015
16008. Life As An Office Worker.... 12/27/2015
16009. Self-Inflicted Pain 12/27/2015
16010. Walk The Moment Enjoy The Talk. 12/27/2015
16011. Modern City Romance.... 12/27/2015
16012. The Way You Have Taught Us A Lesson... 12/28/2015
16013. Zen..... 12/28/2015
16014. For Both Of Us. 12/29/2015
16015. I Do Not Want To Say Anything At All.... 12/29/2015
16016. Our Way Of Concealing Reality With The Use Of Words... 12/29/2015
16017. The Unwritten Poem 12/29/2015
16018. The Unwritten Poem 2 12/29/2015
16019. Learning The Ways Of Misery... 12/29/2015
16020. A Call For Love... 12/29/2015
16021. Free And Freedom.... 12/29/2015
16022. To The Monkey Year.... 12/29/2015
16023. Just Passing By... 12/29/2015
16024. When You Say.... 12/29/2015
16025. At This Moment.... 12/29/2015
16026. The Copy..... 6/30/2016
16027. Reality Bites........ 6/30/2016
16028. The Sound Of Sweeping.... 6/30/2016
16029. Another Fraud In The Making.... 6/30/2016
16030. The Songs Of Birds Early Morning 6/30/2016
16031. My Memory Of You....You May Have A Place In My Heart, But Not In My Life 6/30/2016
16032. Old Memories...... 6/30/2016
16033. Are Our Sorrows More Potent Than Our Pleasures? 6/30/2016
16034. The White Kitten Beside Me.... 6/30/2016
16035. The Ads.... 6/30/2016
16036. When It Is Just Lust.... 7/2/2016
16037. A Twosome.... 7/2/2016
16038. What Drives Poetry... 7/2/2016
16039. The Snake..... 7/2/2016
16040. We Have Changed We Cannot Distinguish Anymore Which Is Which.... 7/2/2016

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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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just like anything that you did in the past
you started like
gasoline spilled
on the cemented road
and a matchstick lighted
it and the fire ran
like a will o'wisp
but as usual it was

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