What is the greater tragedy, 

a heart that refuses to beat or 

a mind that has banished reason?

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When the self-righteous have 

triumphed over villainy 

do they acquire new eyes 

or are further blinded by victory?

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Isn't it true that 

when we move our eyes 

over a page 

the words look back with 

equal scrutiny?

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Why do blabbermouths

never understand

that sooner or later

their words explode

on their tongues?

 

 

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Where do you go 

when you discover 

that the biblical truths 

you embraced 

with so much love were 

actually authored 

by the devil?

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Does the moon bleed a brighter glow 

when at times 

it is cut by the swish of 

coconut fronds?

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Is it to measure requited love in volumes of blood and tears 

that some use fingernails 

on the tender skin of love?

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Do milk powder cartons blush in secret 

when they think of the dark secrets they help hide?

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Did the pebble that was displaced in the laying of roadway 

weep for want of communal crush or 

smile at personal escape from genocide that took its family?

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If key tags had virtual communities 

would their conversations amount to 

sharing exciting news 

or 

just versions of the same story?

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If there was a central sorting station to 

un-sort all seasons greetings 

so all the world receives wishes 

from strangers, 

would we become 

closer or more estranged? 

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In blank-worlds 

are expressions necessarily blank 

and 

do kisses cross each other out 

into happy oblivion? 

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Forgotten melodies:
do they sing in other people's minds
or
do they disappear in the cacophony of latest hits?

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What can better trip word and word-player 

if not the eloquence of silence 
and the obdurate heart?

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Isn't it when you see the beloved's eyes
as sunset and dust
that you really know
how deep in shit
you really are?

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When the earth sleeps gently over certain hearts 

is it as payment 

for services rendered?

And when the earth erupts in flower, fire or melody, 
is it because certain hearts are 
too rebellious to die?

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When the poet decides to go silent, 

isn't that when he is at his eloquent best; 

didn't the artist release 

the most magical configurations of colour 

the day she retired 

easel and brush?

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Were you aware, 

perhaps in a sacred moment of 

intoxication, 

that an evil guard 

imprisons us by the 

winding of clocks?

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When you and I disappeared into us, 

did we become one with the universe, 

did we absent ourselves from relevance?

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When the mountain asked the river, 

'What did you do to my children?' 

did the river reply, 

'I took them to their grandparents' ?

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