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  1. Words

    Just let go of your words. They cannot help you here, not anymore. You are beyond words. So why use words? The sun is beyond words. Why use words to describe the sun? Your Self is beyond words. Why do you think your Self should fall under the domain of words? The Soul is beyond words. The sun, your Self, the Soul, are beyond words. Why can you not see them?

    Words which do not come from silence are mere disturbances. Words which create suffering are disturbances. Words which eliminate ...

    Updated 03-07-2009 at 03:28 AM by NikolaiI

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  2. Miss me?

    So, I realise that I haven't blogged in ages... or visited much. And I've kind of sucked at keeping people current with my life.
    And forgive me if I am brief, but I am on my own time, and at the rare point I get my own time, anymore, I steal moments or more of sleep. If I am lucky.
    I did well at Regional Latin Competition (3rd, speech. 3rd, myth; certamen came to a tiebreaker for second place. We lost the tiebreaker), and I am moving on to State. It will be April 15-19, starting the ...
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  3. The Furious Love of Small Things

    by , 03-06-2009 at 11:07 PM (~Sophia's~ Choice)
    How long will you stand with the ruins
    of that necropolis, the tallest of your kind.

    Northern body in a leaden overcoat.
    Southern vines half hitch your throat,
    the echo of a conch - mussle
    evacuated long ago.

    Can you see the depth of your eyes in mine;
    hear the blood ocean calling you home?

    Can you feel my small hands circling your face
    in the urgent way of hummingbirds with
    machete wings?
    ...

    Updated 03-07-2009 at 12:42 AM by ~Sophia~

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    Finger Paintings (my other poems)
  4. Spanish lessons

    by , 03-06-2009 at 10:35 PM (~Sophia's~ Choice)


    Here
    I watch mocking girls (royal palms
    with mocha fronds) fold decaying cocks
    into foaming merengue thighs, the caustic
    ingredient for American pie and wonder
    who God confesses to

    on this pastiche island of tropical fevers,
    false starts and disarming children that
    fledge from bellies swollen by poverty
    and profiteers.
    ...

    Updated 03-06-2009 at 10:57 PM by ~Sophia~

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    My Poems About Haiti and the D.R.
  5. Rebel Hero

    Our eyes meet in a fading glance less then seconds, but that is all it takes. I know with every fiber of my being, my very nerve. I feel it move from somewhere deep inside of me. It is unavoidable. It cannot be stopped. It is beyond my control, and yours. Something has shaken, something deep in the blood, of the spirit understands. An understanding which cannot be put into words. Cannot be analyzed or brought forth into the light. Something that must live in those dark unexplored caverns. Too powerful ...

    Updated 03-06-2009 at 09:09 PM by Dark Muse

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    Soulful Insights