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TRASHED CONCLUSION

TRASHED CONCLUSION

A Poem by Tasi83


The deeper we get into ourselves, the bigger and more the animal, instinctive and visceral will be in us. Instead of taboo-breaking sermons, it would ..
FATE-YET

FATE-YET

A Poem by Tasi83


I'm sure we've sold and made ourselves available in a million different ways; in defiance of looming Fates, and deceived, tricked, and lied to loves, ..
A mirage of depravities

A mirage of depravities

A Poem by Tasi83


Years are confused,into the shadows of darknessI stare at my face.I am researching the secret Vant and Jelent.Stubborn to the lostI also intentionally..
MESSAGE TO THE WORLD

MESSAGE TO THE WORLD

A Poem by Tasi83


I dread conflict, unnecessary trouble. I'm already disgusted by the unnecessary prey talk. I retire to the ivory tower as a hard-working hermit. Rathe..
Soul-body interaction

Soul-body interaction

A Poem by Tasi83


When the secret dialogue of things, feelings, and glances begins unnoticed before the gullible, clumsy eyes - often unpredictable instincts-desires, l..
LIFE STAGES ON THE WAY

LIFE STAGES ON THE WAY

A Poem by Tasi83


Does everyone choose to hug and love someone else if they want an understanding, cherishing companion whose sacred secrets they can confide in? Becaus..
Victim century

Victim century

A Poem by Tasi83


All these miserable years are unnecessary. I don't need them. What could they give in return to Eurydice divas who can only be mesmerized by money, st..
Punishment in age

Punishment in age

A Poem by Tasi83


The cesspool darkness of false interests and selfish bribery is already layered around me. It is a persistent, stubborn, now sensationalist charade, a..
Intentional blindness

Intentional blindness

A Poem by Tasi83


We should now tighten the gauntlet of marcona, thundering courage. All of us, like the blindfolded blind, are deliberately stuck in the gaping gloom.W..
HUMAN SMELL DIMENSION

HUMAN SMELL DIMENSION

A Poem by Tasi83


In the dim light of Gone Times, the light, yet simplified fragment of memory would still shoot back and forth; all the hackneyed or superficial moment..