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to paint Mácacoel tanka

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to paint M ácacoel, he who is without eyelids,* I have used the ink of flowers* that fly  from the hidden scared caves *Mácacoel, him who is without eyelids, guards the entrance to sacred caves in Taino iconography.  He was turned into stone and placed in front of the caves for all eternity. *Colorful birds thought to be extinct.

think nothing of it tanka

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think nothing of it if at the shrine of your life I'm cured of madness... for I tasted silence in the book of words

our eyes will meet tanka

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our eyes will meet and so I wish you well... there are boots under my pillow, memories of you in love with orchids

when I am all alone Tanka

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when I am all alone my heart is incomplete… for years, you were just a superficial distance in the glaze of memory

talk to me tanka

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talk to me soothe my capricious pulse with the fluttering of chanting hummingbirds... I wrestle shadows tonight

to this day Tanka

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to this day, the junipers are humming their farewells ... does the past change more than the present?

somonka walking along a desert road

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you've been  heading down the wrong road walk out  on your lover leave her for me there's a street  I walk on when I am lonely I sing, look  for signs that will tell me  where to go in peace

daybreak tanka

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daybreak is no time to grieve... at night  I open the sails of my thoughts in the path of the wind citation: Ahmad Shamloo

I hear beats tanka

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I hear beats  inside my dream our voices,  quiet flames shuddering in the night

long before tanka

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long before  my mother's burial life  had some form to it... I dove into the seas inside me

it had come to you tanka

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it had come to you and you were in the body of that failing deer... what does death feel like, does it use you up like birth?

he’s gone, for Brian Zimmer tanka

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for Brian Zimmer he’s gone and the heartache will be tamed... but aren’t we all already disappearing, sleeping among the flowers?

lost boys tanka

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lost boys there is sorrow on my face, you churn-up earth like   lovers of dim corners

I lost my way tanka

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I lost my way out of the woods on the night swallows went south... vanished among strangers

trying to remember old lyrics tanka

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trying to remember old lyrics, I watch the world toss its shadow on the moon

Mesatonic poem by Sergio Ortiz

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Alternate names for brown boys          by Sergio Ortiz                  roo F ers trench digge R s               brok E n rims  pro-ball pip E dreamers   pinto lowri D ers celebrity  gh O sts    cured by    M edical science

it's time tanka

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it’s time to mean what I say be the rider in the harsh silence and force an oath of unity on the wind