3321. A Poem For Prolix 2/12/2009
3322. On The Wings Of Fantasy 2/12/2009
3323. She Is Playing Misty With Me 2/12/2009
3324. On Valentine's Day 2/12/2009
3325. My Own Shadow 2/12/2009
3326. About Utako (An Excerpt) 2/12/2009
3327. Kawabata 2/12/2009
3328. Naked Before My Eyes 2/13/2009
3329. I Know I Am Not Getting Any Younger 2/13/2009
3330. A Date In Cyberspace 2/13/2009
3331. Seduction 2/13/2009
3332. Manuela 2/13/2009
3333. Concerning Your Public Confession 2/13/2009
3334. I Don'T Give Up On You Babes 2/13/2009
3335. A Date On Valentines, A Tryst With A Twist 2/13/2009
3336. Just A Request To My Ex 2/13/2009
3337. For Love That I Want To Forget 2/13/2009
3338. I Am Singing The Songs Of The Rivers 2/13/2009
3339. The Secret Pond 2/13/2009
3340. Words And Words 2/13/2009
3341. If You Have No One This Valentine's Day 2/13/2009
3342. Loving A Widower 2/13/2009
3343. Blue Moon Tonight? 2/13/2009
3344. Love Need Not Be Permanent 2/13/2009
3345. If Love Can Only Complain 2/13/2009
3346. A Poem For My Wife 2/13/2009
3347. A Letter From Patty And Ray 2/13/2009
3348. Time To Tear A Picture 2/13/2009
3349. A Proof Of Love 2/13/2009
3350. Pleasure (Upon Request, I Am Posting This Back) 2/13/2009
3351. A Story Of My Life 2/13/2009
3352. The Mirror One Night 2/13/2009
3353. Plucked Chicken 2/13/2009
3354. The Mountain Lovers 2/13/2009
3355. For Fellow Amateur Poets (A Repost) 2/13/2009
3356. That Midnight 2/13/2009
3357. Bud, Bud 2/13/2009
3358. Black Flowing Hair, A Memory Of You 2/13/2009
3359. Ramblings 2/13/2009
3360. A Poetry To Reckon With 2/13/2009

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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 ...

Read the full of ' The Last Dance Of Your Life '

To Become Still You....

you learn howlife breaks
itself, without anyone teaching
you, it comes at first,
upon a surprise, then it comes
again and again andagain
and all the breaking becomes
all too familiar, and this
becomes your friend, a part
of you.

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