Bel blo mi pen ( my stomach hurts)
My mother isnt there

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only fathers, brothers, uncles, washing public

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village pig is in my stomach

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Ralarlar Village I am

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I stumble to the cook haus (kitchen)

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Bubu Tami and Bubu Peni ( grandmother Tami, grandfather Peni)

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half a teaspoon of salt, half a teaspoon of sugar

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kerosine and flicker follow

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forest and twilight, unfamiliar

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heshen bag, dirt, hole, diarrhea

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she whistles softly, kicking earth

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The sound of you are not alone

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never felt so at home

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photo, me as baby and her sitting on the floor

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never will another cushion

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I wept at the airport after only 5 days

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Years later when she passes

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she visits me behind my eyes

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another year passes, a disguise

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Tami born in Melbourne niece, surprise

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A moment living, never dies

A woman heard a small girls cries. Alone, without her own mothers eyes.

suddenly... my skin
"feels" freckled,
or that ginger is abhorred,
or that orange is
queeny -
                 leisured at -
a bat-haven.
poetry is words
         philosophy
only punctuation -
take to fathom a Norwegian
acid bath...
               murmur of marrow -
then the chemicality of Hermes -
what exists:
globally under ****
sloth: lo
                          so
dough
                     cop
                                    eerie navy
and  nazal -
                              i,
am, centrist.
                   blister
scold...
                 b l i s t e r
s  c  o  l  d
     b   l    i   s   t   e   r
   scalp and the mustard:
  khaki khaki khaki!
coca cola khaki!
                      father says otherwise,
****** and puritan pirranha -
Warsaw subway girlen -
              frozen, minus bowtie + yurt dover -
         ****: closure and escapism
from war, entry point: *****, your culture.
as the joke goes:
   the jews spoke more zion than they spoke
yiddish: baalam - donkey-riddle -
but at least jesus entered jerusalem,ioe
or the tool-forge of alpha blo blo Indi.
Nikita...
                 cobbler smacker...
shoe fits fine...
                   now you juggle GDP
against cabbage... and horse-radish...
iron eagle no hail mary, no iron,
no golgotha... as intricate be:
american coca - lobside Xican milken -
NIKITA!
if i have my regrets... then i have my
love-letter... art... Juliet...
thus you have your politics....
   if i have my regrets i have a chasm
to overcome,
         in yawn as to conquer depth -
thus with wind, adjoin weaker slav -
german... german...
who said german inclusive anglican-sax
and svab-frank in Lorraine -
Iblis in Matador crimson quake,
numb Paris, numb Paris...
                          Elba...
               goat,
              geiß - gąś - goose - stratum!
           kindred SS man
or the ****** joke in Auschwitz -
100 years... then szkodliwych...
  rekindled... at least what took place
in Auschwitz was also said: Eva Braun...
5 years... not 100 years and fake,
and almond culprit...
    5 years and the gas,
a chemist suffices...
            100 years of ******...
the jokes coercing Auschwitz with Hastings
are but candle-glamour for what
nimble in wax, be turned to enshrined stone...
              memory: was never to be a Disney.
     i'd prefer the uncanny - Schubert bound
high-class death,
  that this horse-bound harking a phelgm
to no rebuilding founding:
Pilate washed his hands of Yehu
       Pilate washed his hands of Ishra;
                Solomon is
     placed  in the House of Saud -
                           and a quarter - toward the tumult
a desert of white fog,
                  a *** fetish...
   and you jogging after Honolulu in bone, gene
and lava...
                     sunken lung, shiva's "star" of anise -
that spoken of eye -
           said green, said envy,
said but once in absent-mindedness - an absinthe -
crystaline in milk -
                     heaving the ache of mind
and the heart as copper in a lacklustre of
former hope of nurtured hearts' gain:
with painter as kindred and unison with a plumber's
  to the death toll chime: an eon worthy
               a sneeze, if that be a sneeze to
rekindle colour in spring, and moor in auburn
   lazed...
                               and between extremes:
the two deserts -
    and that i be bound to the tomb
               and the stone,
and the fox tornado tango of the trial
that would never be a Friday of what would
always be: a revealing noon:
be it orb, or be it scythe -
                           be it Everest, or
be it the flute in the dough of Nepal as enshrined
                for the arithmetic of shadow:
pauper plato... pauper plato...
                                                       pauper
                                  one and all...
                     if we all but possessed the luxury
conversation...
                                    but none of us possess the
capacity to treat conversation as a luxury...
                          conversation will never be a luxury,
given the fact that we decided thinking to be primo,
the luxury... to re establish conversation as a luxury
we have to prevent thought from innovating...
from invigorating...
   but since conversation cannot achieve this paramount...
the only achievable parallel suggestion is to talk about nothing:
and think about everything;
likewise to think about everything:
and talk about nothing -
and as Heidegger expressed:
   we are non-being in number,
                               because nothing negates
a quantity -
                        how then to rainbow into a presitent
continuum? chameleon culprit?
    only via an elasticity of language...
             thus 10 am gives gallop toward horizon
and sun, and i am furthest from staging a continuum
of what i am an example of:
man, husband, father, partner, son, cohort, cohesion...
i feel no reference point in having to demand from a per se, the nearing-claimant pejorative antidote, other than the one i have aspired to as merely a sand-castle, rather than the bombastically-fuelled pyramid.

Long taim mi sa mekim rong, gutpla tingting em i kamap. Em ikam na em i toktok wantem mi, na em i tok olsem, "Noken bisi long bihainim gris blong snek olsem ya, bihainim tok blong mi na bai yu inap".

Long nait, nek blo yu isave hamamasim mi. Na long moning, hanmak blong yu i woklo stiaim mi long ol gutpla gutpla rot igo long gutpla gutpla wara. Olgeta hevi i woklo lus.

Long taim mi pasim tingting stret long yu, orait mitupla ikam kamap pinis long maunten igo antap. Na antap blong em i antap moa winim ol klaut. Hau bai mi sakim tok blo yu o? Mi nonap, long wanem, tok blong yu i switpla tumas olsem hani i kapsait niupla tru long sait blong diwai. Bai mi hamamas moa yet na nomoa bihainim snek nem blong em, rong.

Mirror Mirror on the wall
I don't…don't wanna fall
Mirror Mirror, look at me
I'm not who I wanna be

Tell me what I'm doing wrong
I don't wanna do this long
Tell me, please, what I should do
So I can bare to look at you

Mirror Mirror on the wall,
-Just wanna die that's all-
Forgive me God, I've lost control
The devil has my soul

Mirror mirror look at me,
I'm not where I wanna be
Truthfully I am ashamed
I've only got myself to blame

Mother, Father, look at me
Don't know you, you don't know me
Baby sister, listen up
Drop the blade, Don't give up

Older sister, in that jail
Whatchu doin' there, for rayl
Where'd my older sister go
Wasted life, on crack and blo

I'll be something great, I know it.
Even through the hate, I'll show it.
Watch and see, I'll never blow it.
I'll be me, And you'll all know it.
I'll explode. I'll be so loud.
You'll all hear me, there's no doubt.

Everybody look around
Don't look at the ****** ground
Everybody listen up
Life is rough, but don't give up

I've made it this far,
You can too
Believe me, I believe in you.

Mirror Mirror, point me out
I'm leaving, watch
I'll make it out

If you hear me take my hand
I'll reach out the best I can
If you hear me, let me know
Meet me on that lonely road

I've got a lot to share with you
Come and gather round
The things I know inside my heart
They're usually profound

If you knew the things I did,
You'd surely go insane
Let me filter all these thoughts
And leave our demons slain

In the mirror once I looked
And saw an Angel there
I cleared my eyes and looked again
And saw me in the mirror

Falling backwards, grasping air
I suffocate with truth
I need to wake up everyone
I'm screaming, hear me through

Life ain't all about
Try'na be the best
You know, I struggle every day
To put my mind to rest

It aint a question, we all know
              Life's a *****
And far too many times I find myself in a ditch

But I get myself up, I've got goals to reach
But long before that, I've got souls to teach

I've got a purpose in my soul
So won'tcha listen
You ain't meant to be alone
And that 's my mission

Gotta pick yourself up
I know the world is cold
So you've got a choice
Be weak, or bold



.

as i sit here wondering what could be wrote
on dayz like trees sometimes i need a ****
of the chronic and ill tell you no ****,
but ill go bezerk if the ***** didnt save me a hit.

cause thats just ****** and i wont lie,
scandelous hos and scandelous jive.
now time to move on to my main event
had to cop a new bag last one was spent.
ppl always  ask cause they wanna know,
why i only smoke **** and **** the blo?
thats easy to answer yes indeed, cause i wrote all this **** high on ****,
you could get cracked out or even take a trip,
your flies off a bridge and does a flip.
not me , i was smart enough to get high at home you see .
i cant remember where this is going, could someone tell me? lol enjoy.

Pai n      voi ces b od ys c o r p s e s gu ilt hat re d ang er sad ness blo od gu ts  ste  nch  de a th    he ll peo ple      ene mys all ies fam ily lov ed o n e s  fri ends   se arin g pa i n b r ok en        b o nes      to rtu re N O mer cy        
men tal    sani ty L O S T                       m in d  br o k e n HIM I am HIM n o i c a nt b e ple as e  just  
ki ll  M E?

.      

                              
                                  I
                            want to
                       **** your blo
                      od. I  w a n t  to  
                        I want to ****
                         your blood. I
                         want to ****
                         your blood. I
                         want to ****
                         your blood. I
                         want to ****
                         your blood. I
                         want to ****
                         your  ****.  I
                         want to ****
                         your blood. I
             want to ****      yourblood.
         I  want to s uc k    your b l o o d.
          I want to ****       y o u r ****  
               I   want                to ****

Although James Joyce wore
what were known at the time
as 'Pince Nez Lunettes' which
are Pinch Nose Glasses, they
later became more famous
when they were fitted with a
pair of J J's that looped round
the ears enabling John Lennon
to shake his head without any
fear of loosing sight of Yesterday.


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Footnote.

Today 16th June is Bloomsday.

It was not safe
So carefully laid out
Placed in a pattern
So neatly arranged
And I ruined it

I remember the flow
The way it seeped onto
The white parchment
Dying, staining it
A deep ruby shade of
re-
Black
A deep shade of Black

It shimmered
And seemed to dance when
Reflected by my
Dim lamp
And I was smiling

But the pain of my words
It was what forced me to
Destroy them
My organised statement
Simple, to the point, and
Something I wished to take back

So I did
I took all it back
And because of this my hand
Is soaked in
blo-
Ink
My hand is soaked in ink

And I regret
Nothing

Been taking a hard look in the mirror
Doubled over in vain now, I see
Real eyes in view of a self, less truth
Opposing view makes me, we, old + new
Echoes of recycled frequencies times be four
Reversal of multi D chess played forever more
Raving entention in kool, brat; a giant need.
Ees won, I knew in revel, bellowed
When + blo ew em - serum wars ginsopp'd
Rouf be - emit sic, new a erf, baby cer of wanes.
E-*** merrier of bay alq. used atil in for lazer
E-more nerves of feed, glow a lit now of jovial
Rammed time eng- wen? A fyre - popcorn
Mrow + prom amew, borrow more invisible
Ear now I known nu faery prut a quiet need
Borring extremiton nu Rennof Dellonoy
Rowwing t'us eng mows or introos beb varies
Wham + brew "snusm" "paron" used, wrex nuisance
"Eau won" I know in from burnt tulip wasps
Barwind extremits un insit of gellous
Bommered time, blue, urgent, ere nulsep pep, no nom
Marrow from sinew borrow n'song max unico
Een may I bluem ni prar prisit julip moxy
Ramoled farmer un nu ank I ******
Kindled after a listless smoulder - seen anew and relit
Knifebled after a liatlass amonger - been anamed riled
Truly believed the stories + the path I was on
Lumyn poppening in lxs starts + idle bolt I musiq
Anow alike alot enough, beget arrowing encircled
Juror alive slot emandy perdot beremit uncut
Fiesty nudge across spacetime + winding
E man unend snares stomping + mindgrow'd