The Author of Bohemiaspeaks: Poem Number 100

Bohemia speaks
With every breath
Transforming the world
But not just with its poetry
Like toilet paper
Wipe and flush away
But physically, physiologically
Because everything is connected

Bohemia speaks about
An ancient practice
By Tibetan monks
Where one is brave enough
To inhale
All the hurting
In this world
And to exhale love
Compassion, peace and harmony

Bohemia speaks
And asks this question,
Are you brave enough
To take part
In this experiment?
Are you brave enough
To internalize
The outside world
And transform it
Transform with it
Into something beautiful?

Bohemia speaks about
Trying to view the world
Through the eyes
Of different people
Random people
And trying to make sense
Of all this craziness
Bohemia speaks
And so should you

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Character: 100/100

1 year, 7 months, 28 days and I have finally completed a 100 poem adventure to create an army of characters with hope that some of this poetry may have touched the life of someone or at least painted a small smile on their face.

Something even crazier and more exciting is coming up! Bohemia has spoken but is nowhere near shutting up! Oh and that’s me in the panda hat, withstanding the cold of Beijing for Chinese New Year 2011. Peace.

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The Locksmith: You Say You’re Hard to Get?

The Locksmith

I would go through
Arithmetic lengths
To twist the collar-bone
Above your heart
And mold it into
The cage it truly is
Put you on display
That all the people
That pass you by
Are warned by
Dangers of proximity
And to that cage
A magic iron lock
Without a key
An incarnation of
Your anomaly
A hundred heroes
Knocking at your door
You turn them into thieves as
They fret to pick your lock
You victimize yourself
For being hard to get
Not knowing that a cage
Without a key
Is not in fact a cage
But rather just
A guarded empty box
And that is what
You’ll always be to me
You say you’re hard to get?
I say you’re just a slut

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Character: 99/100
To all the dudes out there that struggle with hearts of certain divas.
– 2years, approaching 100/100! Thinking about what’s next! Much love.

The Bachelor: Casual Fucks in the Universe of Infinity

The Bachelor

This lonesome hunger
Ploughing through my veins
Marks a turn in mind
Towards the inner-self
The fear of living
With no sense of life
Feeding off the flesh of night
Until the game is bear and bone
And every other day
Just like the one before
An empty skirmish
For the reckless soul
So much excitement
In my thoughtless deeds
More like the comfort of necessities
But nothing seems to stick for long
A woman, maybe,
A queen of queens
Sent to me from the unforeseen
But am I ready to receive?
Am I ready to believe?
That beauty
Can be maintained
In partnership
With some woman of my dreams
Or will I keep on feeding
Off the crumbs
That mark the path
Ordained for us to meet
Until my hunger drives me
In this labyrinth of desire
Across my lifetimes
Towards an end
That’s destined to complete

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Character: 98/100
To everyone that’s lost in life. Lost in robotic routines. Satisfied and happy but looking for so much more.

The Linguist: Secret Garden of the Unspoken

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A word
Ageing in my lips
Uttered softly
Carried by the wind
Across the world
Diffusing into every soul
And heart
Melting with remorse
That it was spoken
A secret broken
A gentle invitation
Into hanging gardens
On clouds surreal
Above the skies
A land where speech
Is not required
A place where words are chosen
Faithfully every year
Strawberry trees
Slowly grown
Slowly picked
Slowly savored
On silent banquets
For the deaf and dumb
Sprinkled across the skies
Like rain
Shared with all the ramblers
Let them ramble
A word
A gateway towards that paradise
Consumed by its existence
In watery mouths with chewing gum
Until it disappears

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Character: 97/100
To all the people that appreciate the power of words, the magic of speech and the gift of human interaction. To all the people that know when to speak and when not to.

The Physiotherapist: A Fighter’s Mantra

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I love you
More than the bonds of love
Can handle
Crutches made for giant hearts
Taking us afar
Sharing shoulders
Chests apart
But one emotion
A mystic sneezes rain
A vagrant breathes adventure
But on this chair
Forever
We can dream about the
Roads we never took
And picture stories of our life
Stories we could never realize
Everyday a different ending
Everyday a new beginning
Changed, maimed, marred
But more complete
More connected
An eternal bond
Between our broken selves
Stitching light into the unforeseen
A path for us to follow in dark times
A fighter’s mantra
For Siamese beginnings

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Character: 96/100
To all the people out there fighting to become their better self, I have no right to assume your pain but hope to share the joy of your recovery.

The Schizophrenic: I am Real

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Words a million words
Callous judgments breaking skin
Numbers peeling lemon trees
Desires fading by the day
Citric scents
Carried through the universe
Trailed by constellations
Tracing crevices
In the way we interact
You will never know me
But I am real
All our senses
Geared in this conspiracy
Will keep us close
And take us far away

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Character: 95/100

The Calligrapher: I Read You

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Characters scattered
Across her face
Constant strokes of beauty
Alphabets divine
Telling stories
Tales of love
And heartbreak
With every squint
And smile
A million words
Never said
Silenced by the kindness
Of a heart
In never-ending anticipation

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Character: 94/100

The Gardener: Spring is Here

The Gardener
Spring is here
Every blossoming tree
Breathes your name
Whispering a quick excitement
Through the air
Painting daisies shy
Weaving them into a crown
Strokes of color
Lead my way
Towards your room
Behind those cherry trees
An empty hammock
Swaying with my memories
Eternal springtime
Here for me
And for all the world

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Character: 93/100

The Bus Driver: 36 to Victoria

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There she is
All I can see
Across this bus
A crooked nose
Pointing out a masterpiece
Her eyes so blue
And lashes honey blonde
Fingers crafted
Like the twigs
Of Avalon
Dicing through her curly hair
Shaping galaxies far away
Bumpy roads ahead
Simple smiles
Are all I need
On my way
To trust in life
To trust in purpose
To trust in goodness
On this very day

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Character: 92/100

The Florist: Violet Monologues

ImageLet there be light
I need not say
And in my longing
Here in this pot
Eternal days
Shed nighttimes
Curtains pulled away
Every morning
Making room for life
In worlds of sunshine
We don’t need the light
The day will come
And with it all the world
Growing, changing
Into a joyous thing
Blossoming with the seasons
No desire
But to be
And in that being
Endless room
Widening by the day

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Character: 91/100

The Exhibitionist: Mardi Gras

1965cae62100dd3581cb2e8ffb457273-d3j4pitCovered underneath
The mantle of desire
Naked truths
Pursued by only those
Brave enough to rid themselves
Of clothes
Nothing there
But nature
Have you ever scorned a tree?
All their layered garments
Made to conceal
Hypocrisies
Made to repress desires
To establish social order
Human kingdoms
Ravaging, pillaging
Raping, murdering
Stealing
Let me say this now
And hear it clear
I see so much more justice
Between the animals
Why are we so attached
To these repressive notions
When a thousand civil years
Have proved them wrong
This is a dog eat dog world
After all
So let’s just strip
And be the dogs we are
Its much more pleasant
In the summer too

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Character: 90/100

The Hooligan: An Ode to our Fuckin’ State

to be read in an Irish accent (preferably when intoxicated)

Fuck this twatImage
Opinionated asswipe
Stuffed with plastic whistles
That referee needs some stylish lovin’
A backrub by my uncle Sam
Or brawl with aunty Guinevere
It’s anarchy that we divide
Amongst our organized conjunction here
Fearless champions
Of every cause
And with our footsteps
Stadiums rumble
Bobbies tiptoe shy and clean
More like tiny boobies
On a teen
They cannot feed the crowds
Fuck the rules
We play to win, no hesitation
And in our bigotry
We survive
Don’t blame us, blame the world
For being such a place
That leaves no room
For compromise
In violence
Our children thrive
Against the world of rubber balls
Not the ones beneath our hinds
But those out there
On fields so green
Of that beloved land
That we’ve no choice
But to call home
Serve and protect
Until we’re seen

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Character: 89/100
Bobbies is slang for police, boobies is slang for.. well, you know what

The Perfumer: What is Love

ImageLove is a memory
Waiting to bloom
Love is a fragrance
That flatters the moon
A beauty residing
In provocative scents
Leaving a trail
Shaping events
Love is remembrance
Carved in a smell
A coded desire
Dressed in a fume
A placid experience
An olfactory womb
Fertile with pleasure
Love is perfume

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Character: 88/100

The Lawyer: Anarchy of Nature’s Laws

ImageBooks on my desk
Rules
A thousand years of culture,
A thousand manuscripts
But we’re still here
Killing, stealing, waging wars
You tell me
When walking on that road
The stone below you
Is pressed beneath your feet
And suddenly that violence
Once an act of crime
Becomes organic, part of human lives
An orange squeezed from living trees
A flower picked for someone loved
A cow chopped up into a meal
A man promoted, another fired
A baby born, another hungry dies
These laws, more natural
Than human made decrees
More permanent
Than fleeting scrolls
We aim for man-made justice
In this world
When maybe all we need to do
Is realize
That justice
Is not black or white
It’s in this order here
While artificial laws
Are subject to
The systems they create
And honestly
From what this world has seen
These systems failed
They failed so bad
And so
The time has come
For us to re-evaluate
To have the courage
To question all these rules

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Character: 87/100

The Physicist: Paradigm of my Belonging

Old_man_part_II_by_jkaszubaThese lone deeds here
Like cold stones casting shadows
On the bright side of the moon
And my heart aches
With every darkened crater
Until my soul like bundled cheese
Is porous from inside
Leaking with a sense of nothingness
A sense of disappointed grief
For all that which I have done
And toiled to create
That bonds of love could shatter
Like feeble snowflakes on a branch
That bridges built
Could be demolished with one deed
That light itself could never shine
Around your silhouette
That shapes divine
Are formed around your lips
When smiling and conversing
That all the laws of motion
Could never stop us
From parting ways
That all my universe
Implodes into this moment here
In present time
Confined by singularities
Of forgone truths
Crying for some sense of worth
For some hope
For some meaning
And for belonging

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Character: 86/100
Written on December 5, 2012

An Open Letter to the Readers of Bohemiaspeaks

Dear Readers,

   Bohemiaspeaks was supposed to be an experiment and a challenge to complete 100 poems in 50 weeks. That said, I would like to apologize for lagging behind a bit. This year has been very tough on me. I lost my father to cancer, moved to another country and started a new job. Big transitions, but nevertheless no excuses. More to write about and reflect upon I guess.

   What is important is that I am now determined to continue with the challenge. I have been reviewing some of my work in late 2011 and I really see a lot of room for improvement. When the 100 poem finish line is reached I will then re-blog each poem making changes to improve the quality and story lines. After that, we can begin the process of creating an awesome-eccentric-ridiculous novel with 100 characters/short stories. 

   What’s in it for you? I can promise you fresh poems on a regular basis, some will be okay, some will be great and some may even be horrible: you can be the judge. Bottom line, please sit back and enjoy the ride.

Love,

The Author of Bohemiaspeaks

The Sculptor: Shit You Don’t Tell Your Girlfriend

ImageCan I describe beauty?
Can I?
That stare, oh that stare
That pensive look
So subtle
So simple
So sweet
Is all I long for everyday
The stone so cold
As I brush away the morning dust
And wipe away the dew of her exuberance
And all of nature’s forces in my chisel here
With every ebb
My whole world rocks
Until I’m petrified into her gaze
And we are one in stone
Molded for eternity
For all to witness the majesty of our love

Character: 85/100 (Awaiting the second phase of Bohemiaspeaks!)

The Harem: Persian Suns and Magic Carpet Rides

ImageHere I am, exotic and confined
Just like a summer day held in captivity
The colors in my eyes
Can’t paint above the sorrows of this world
But in my humble stare
The blossoms bloom
With fragrant lemon trees
I travel with the wind
Towards a world
Of magic carpet rides
And Persian suns that never set
Despite the mullahs and the shahs

Inside my countenance
A thousand and one nights
The firmness of a woman’s heart
At yet so young an age
And throbbing beauty of a virgin child
With naked smiles I brush away their vanity
That’s all I have to do
Embrace myself
And let my honeyed skin drip with desire
A gentle current running down my corpse
Until I’m freed of all the pain

Let all this seeping sweetness
Wash away the sadness of our times
And as I’m tended to in private squares
The eyes of lustful men
Turn my desires into things
A vengeful sodomy darkening the day
I take no heed
The sweet embrace of rubber on my skin
Can never change the virtues of my mind
I am this woman punished, here I am
Placed on my deathbed every night
But yet I’m wreaking with my womanhood

The lemon fields will always bloom
And summer days are days of summer sun
Underneath these clear blue summer skies
What room we have to dream and have some fun

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Character: 84/100 (Awaiting the second phase of Bohemiaspeaks!)

The Fisherman: The Geopolitics of Love

And empires blown to dust
Peoples slaughtered
Worlds a changing
But here in this sweet bay
A million years of love
I cast a net
The sea reciprocates
It casts a net into my life
And catches all the maladies
I smell the salty breeze
It takes my boat across the strait
No room for borders here
No room for malice
Except of course
For my poor bait
The wrinkles in my face
Can tell a million tales
A million years of constancy
Enduring time, the whims of man
Enduring history
And even meaning falls
Purpose like a crumbling loaf of bread
But in this sea
Eternal springs
No crumbs are gone to waste
I live and die
The remnants of my life
Ashes, scattered
Across the tides
For eternity

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Character: 83/100 (We’re getting closer! Awaiting the second phase of Bohemiaspeaks!)

The Projectionist: Silver Screen Flirtation

The screens are shabby
From all these beaming lights
A ticking roll of film
Behind a cardboard box
No ticking clocks
A golden ticket to neverland
Or so they say
Crunching popcorn,
Sipping drinks until they slur
And every night the magic is unleashed
Rays of light dancing in a room
Glowing dust drifting in the air
A mental space for silent reverie
Where sobs and laughter echo off the walls
They go and come but I am here to stay
To witness all these stories every night
To go back home and face my meager days
Across the fringe of disconnected worlds
Evading all this bland reality
On silver screens the untold stories told
And with them all our lives seem to unfold
Our days a measure of this grand affair
To love, to live, to roam the world
To cry, to lose, to die in pain
To dream, to win it all
But life is not so grandiose
I punch a ticket with a hole
I change the rolls of films
And with it all my dreams
Projected on an ageing wall
Waiting for a magic carpet ride
To take me far away

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Character: 82/100 (We’re getting closer! Awaiting the second phase of Bohemiaspeaks!)

The DJ: Electronic Symphony of Desires

A dubstep beat, just like our lives
It starts so simple
Then grows towards complexity
A mental map for our desires
An electronic symphony
That fuses with our day and age
To make some sense of all these blinking lights
Media bytes, web 2.0, my mobile phone
An age of digits, electric waterfalls
Dissected, rearranged
Mixed with perfection into a song

To think the music that we hear
Is made from the material of our lives
Recycled pulses in our brain
That is the genius of our craft
That whispers into embryos unborn
Don’t blame our modern art for being loud
The world is barking like a dog
So stuff your ears or face reality

And in my cage
My temple of disgust
Dusty tables spinning dubstep grooves
Slicing through the silence of this room
Between the rats and filthy beats
I learn to live
I do not need the riches of this world
And so I learn never to cling
In music I am born each day
To hell with everything
With music I am in control
A DJ is a king

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Character: 81/100 (We’re getting closer!)

The Builder: Constructing Happiness

There, far beyond my mental pedestal
Lie avenues of truth untold
And endless rolls of nature’s honeycombs
Like domes stacked on the pillars of gratitude
A fortress for the gracious hearts
And humble men and women of this world
A castle melting sweetened joy
For us to claim when we deserve

My fortune at its best can only see the light
When built from rubble on a surface strong
And so I go about my life
Building structures in my soul
Repairing all that time makes obsolete
Until my body’s nothing but a shape
That cases my divinity within

A shape so simple can say a million words
And words when put together are a force
With which I bear my fire and remorse
And walk towards my purity in shame
Each day’s a step,
The world’s a band of soldiers marching
And soldiers march with little cause
What cause can make the world protrude
Beyond the selfish nature of our design?

And so a builder becomes a legionnaire
In realms of thought s/he toils to dispute
All that befounds our meager lives
To build a palace for all our countrymen
To live in dignity and divine grace
With words of wisdom and acts of love
I build salvation for our dying race

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Character: 80/100 (We’re getting closer!)

The Child Worker: The Urine Factory

Let’s play
I am mature
At far too young an age
Lingering in my misconceptions
In wombs of failing times
And eras of disgust
I am conceived
I learn to work
I play with these machines
Monsters roaring at my face
I smile back, but they still roar

I swing myself across the metal plates
And when it hurts
I think of love
The image of my family
In these sad lands
We have to toil
We have to work for liberty
Only to hail another dawn
Of self-inflicted bigotry

Plastic handcuffs
These shackles here
Across my arms
This factory
It represents the day and age
In which a child far away
Is set to learn life’s misery
Too early on
A day where people’s needs are far beyond
The prospects of humanity

And so my fate is cast to doubt
The fate of our entirety
Lies in the cleavage of this slum
Breastfeeding us with certainty
That far beyond these metal prongs
We glorify our own country
What glory can there be in pain?
An economic victory?
And as we squeeze ourselves to grow
Without confined morality
The whole world chants our glorious name
They say we’re making history

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Character: 79/100 (We’re getting closer!)

The Yogi: Salutations to the Sun

I touch the sun
With sugar coated finger tips
I rearrange the stars alit
A fire in my palm can never burn my skin
For I am burning constantly within
And my eyes closed
Away from all this traffic here
The bustling world with all its lights
In darkness I can see the truth
Beyond the noise of modern life
My body bends just like a summer noon
Into an endless clover field
I join my joints with passing time
They shift in harmony, they twist
And with them all my world collides
I feel so motionless in sweet embrace
Of my routines, the whole world moves
And I just watch my body stretch
Across the mantelpiece
On this sweet morn
And as my body toils each day
My mind and soul are freed

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Character: 78/100 (We’re getting closer!)

The Bridesmaid: Diamond Rings & Dishwashers

Dreams scratching at my face
Trying to escape my mind
To pop out of my eyes and fly away
Towards a place where they can be
Inside the bond of marriage we are two
Trying to make some sense out of our love
But passion knows no sense or meaning true
Ambiguity is what it feeds upon
Not reason nor a chartered course to make
It is the lack of reason and the doubt
That keeps the flame ablaze
A passion so strong that it fuels the night
With raging fires consuming all our thought
Between the dusty frames that bound our lives
So much is lost, so little to be told
Upon this mantelpiece that they call love
Our lives adjoin into an institute
What room is there for appetite
After the dishes have been done
I wash away the remnants of our youth
And dry our lustful aspirations with a cloth
What worldly way could we decide to choose
To keep desire hungry but subdued
It seems that what we have could never be
Bound by the sanctity of family

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Character: 77/100 (We’re getting closer!)

The Cabbage Vendor: Kingdom of Sauerkraut

My world’s a cabbage in its layers
A multitude of inner stairs
That lead the way to self remorse
Because I chose to take this course

A cabbage vendor on his knees
Weakened by a world at ease
Life seems to pass me by each day
But always gives me what I pay

Beyond the confounds of my doubt
An endless sea of sauerkraut
Sitting there so uselessly
Without a proper recipe

A victim of my own beliefs
I wonder what this world bequeaths
After we close our eyes and die
What’s truth, and what is just a lie?

Ambition knocks at all our doors
Some cabbage vendors have their stores
But yet I seem to be content
With barely making my own rent

Desires feast on flesh and bone
Until they reach a soul unknown
They feed it with their gory lust
And mount a tombstone on some dust

But as for me, I will make sure
To mount my tomb on something pure
Desires overcome with joy
Beyond contempt, I’ve found a cure

In my own kingdom there’s no doubt
Long live the king of Sauerkraut

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Character: 76/100 (We’re getting closer!)

The Political Activist: Fading Shades of Glory

I fall apart
Faced with reality
Pieces of my past
Cutting through my heart
A million daggers dangling
Like pendulums from strings
I see them sway
A network of  distress
From all across the globe

Jaded from this world
I relinquish all my passions
And move beyond my doubts
Into a barren land
Where souls bedazzled
By their own remorse
Roam in vain between
So many empty causes

In this void of recollection
Time no longer rules
Dimensions skew
Towards dumbfounding heights
Atop a distant hill
That I call home
The universe converges at my doorstep
Clarity like air after the rain
Pervades my inner sadness
And bequeaths
A being so deranged, misunderstood
Misplaced and judged in fault

Along this path I lead my life
In search of hope
In search of truth
In search of love and meaning
Between the fading shades of my flag’s glory
And upon the very land that I called home

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Character: 75/100

The Media Executive: Broken Hearts and Plastic Lies

A thousand words
Ripping through the void of cyberspace
Colors caught in cobwebs
Fretting to escape
A predator that knows its prey
And so into the hearts of millions everyday
It sows itself and lays its seeds into their brains
It tunes into their lives and takes control
A story sold on front page magazines
The sex, the love, the high
The aftertaste of bittersweet desires

I owned this world where I create
A place where every man can live and dream
Until I met your radiant face
A color too bright for my cobweb space
To hold and keep under a strong embrace
With you the truth is bare under the sun
I need no data to know that you are fun
No plan to change the way you look
Or team to make sure that you run

Despite all this
Somehow you’re not for sale
Here behind my fancy desk
And underneath my trendy clothes
An empty heart
A sense of everlasting guilt
That I could never seem to place my lies
A broken heart is hard to advertise

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Character: 74/100

The Saint: Ballad of Eternal Damnation

What can I write
When feelings dwell in ashy clouds
Burning at a million temperatures
Beneath the naked sun there is no place
For truth to hide or lies to be dispelled

What can I write
When letters seem to skew
When knowledge seeks a distant memory
Amidst this bending world and fading imagery
I kneel atop an empty pedestal
That sits affront the tomb of destiny

How could I write
When meaning is so still
Captive at the gates of certainty
That every man who’s ever lived is bound to die
What comfort in that notion can there be?

Aloof from time and figure I bequeath
All my possessions and desires
I sink into a silent reverie
Contemplating moral constancy
That I may live forever trough my deeds
And that the world, through my ambitious love
May remember me

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Character: 73/100

The Mournful Son: In Memory of My Loving Father

This void,
This void pervades inside me
Burning holes inside my chest
Candles feeding on the wax of time
Melting memories
Oozing from my wounded heart
Like plows of acid ravaging my skin
Trying to restore a barren field
Sowing seeds of grief deep within
These pieces that I try to put together
Pieces shattered broken forever
Remnants of a distant past
Flying through the cosmos
Naked and alone
Trying to shed my burning skin
To peel uncertainty from doubt
An everlasting requiem of love
Toiling in a summer’s night
Waiting for the break of dawn
Waiting for a glimpse of light
And after all the laughter and the tears
There will be joy
A joy though never full nor complete
Will take me through this wretched world
Will keep my head up high and spirit clean
To conquer flourish and with time move on

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Character: 72/100

The Makeup Artist: Kingdom of your Eyes

Crystal emblems radiating love
Between your eyelids
A dash of light
That’s where I burn
And all the world
Ceases to exist
Just you and me
Your eyes
The sky above me
With two suns
They burn into my inside deep
Your lids they shut
I paint your face
You go to sleep
My world into a darkness sets
Just for sometime
All of existence floating around your face
I wait until you wake
Until the dawn of emerald suns bequeaths
Another day for us to share
Forever safe
In each’s care
I make a wish
I blow your lashes far away
But I’ll be there
To bring them back
I’d lose my life
For strips of hair
To keep them from harm’s way
I’d spend my life
Between your eyes
Fighting off despair
Wishing for the sun to rise
Another day to share

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Character: 71/100

The Pilot: A Chartered Sense of Emptiness

There beyond the twilight creeps
A distant sense of joy
And as I fly I’m swallowed by a setting sun
That cleaves the sky into a solemn darkness
But somehow deep inside my chartered course
Horizons never end
The image of your radiant face
Keeps skies alit and suns from ever setting

Your lips just like the sea below
I cast my coins into their soft embrace
Longing for a chance to dive
And soak myself with your entirety
Between these clouds
Our problems seem so meaningless
Our worries are unfound
The world is just an endless tapestry
A jagged carpet below the stars
Enduring history

And as I fly across this endless quilt
I see your face in every patch
My love, an endless sense of guilt
A flight towards my misery
A landing with no gears
Bound to end in a surprise
And as the years go by
I set my life on auto-pilot
I’m always where I need to be

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Character: 70/100

The Puppeteer: Stardust Puppets and Shades of Time

Sky
Into your sapphire shades, my soul dissolves
And sinks into your pink parade at dawn
Like blush on painted cheeks
I wipe my dreams across your face
And peak into the galaxies at night
As you bare witness to our earth
The death, destruction
Love, affection
History progressing since antiquity
Opposites dancing
Under your velvet skin
Eyeing the universe
Trapped between two worlds
This world, our world
And a world beyond those distant stars
Show us the truth at night
When your light shines no more
And all is dimmed
That you in fact are nothing but
An extension of all that is
And so are we
Reflections of this universe
Conscious shadows dancing for eternity
Pushing pulling on the strings
Of all that which is greater
Until our time has passed
Stardust puppets
Fretting, jittering
Entangled in the strings
Of your compassion

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Character: 69/100

The Reckless Driver: Brain Freezes on Route Sixty-Four

Ripped away
From gutters of yesterday
Bleeding with anguish
Swaying around
In puddles of desolation
Ripping through our guts
Spraying our insides
Across the windshield
Jubilating at the sight
Of darkness tearing through us all
Pieces flying all around the sky
Freeing us from being in one place
Speed is the world
On ecstasy ravaging
Towards an unknown turn
Blinking fog lights
Broken signals
Navigating through our passion
A tale of dying everyday
And when our corpses rupture
Holding hands
All that befalls
Is a tiny simple snowfall
Trying to cover up
All the wrongs of this world
Trying to hide
From the eyes of the newborn
The shame of existence
The sham of persevering in a world
Where all we have is lost around a corner
Seeping blood crawls like snow cones
To the surface painted red
An icy carpet made of strawberry slurpee
We take it all in
Without a second thought
Brain freezes on Route Sixty-four
Jittery hands, coy touches
In a magic carriage ride
Making love at 120
Climaxing at 150
Why live at any slower pace?

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Character: 68/100

The Deaf Girl: An Eternal Sign Language

To you whose words I long to hear
To you beyond the distant meadow fields
To you I pledge to keep my life
For dying means a silence I can’t bear
Scraping through my eardrums in my sleep
Until my whole entirety has been emptied
From holes inside my head
I lose myself
A deafness I have never known

Beyond the noise of your demise
Your words so sweet
Still tear the walls of solitude
And build instead a humble home
Where love can dwell and multiply
To you whom time has stolen years
The final gift I can bequeath
Is my bouquet of years to live
With all the joy of silent memory
Each day just like a silent film
And you’re the star of every episode

To you whose words I long to hear
I hear you in moonlit sky
In children’s smiles throughout the day
In blueberry muffins and ham & cheese
In brewing coffee cups and setting suns
In every corner of my life
You still are there with all your signs
Teaching me the language of our love

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Character: 67/100

The Suicide Victim: Story of my Parting

Bland, the world is hovering in between
A sense of limbo and some lethargy
And as I breathe it hurts to think
Of all the friends I’ve left behind
A love that never came to age
And all the things I could’ve done
Shards of glass prickling in my mind
Poking my convictions and beliefs
Bleeding all my life from memory
Until the blood, up to my knees
Crawls back into the cuts along my wrists
Toiling through my wretched corpse
Mixing in my flesh until I’m ruled
By pain and grief
An aching feeling I cannot escape
Unless I choose to cut myself again
Hoping that some random flowerbed
Between my feet
So cold and callous from the days
Would mix into this dark-red pond
Some sense of love, belonging and direction
And as I bleed my wrongs away
So soggy from the melting of my mind
I choose to drown in my own blood
And leave this world behind

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Character: 66/100

The Whore: Squeaky Beds and Distant Galaxies

I am not afraid of that which is uncertain
Behind the drapes the sun may rise
Or darkness may pervade forevermore
But in my mental space
A whole new universe
That answers to the deepest of desires
And quenches thirsts of pleasure and relief

My heart is pierced a million times
By the trials of this world
A million sticks a’ pricking at my door
The townsmen gather here today
Demanding justice
For that which they do not know
Empty values in their midst diffuse
Ringing bells and anthems of old times

To them the world is night or day
The sun or moon can only rule the sky
But here behind my drapes in my sweet bed
So many other sons have ruled my day
Until a point where truth is lost between
The opening of my vagina and his pubic hair
A narrow fringe of laughter and despair
Why hate me if I sell my flesh
When the whole world has sold its soul
And pimped its body without care

On this sweet morn
My fleeting body is exposed
To their batons and whips and words
But I still journey in my mind
Seeking truths that everyone has left behind
Wisdom sings with squeaking beds
A million stories to be told
My bedroom is the universe
And when its drapes are drawn forevermore
My body naked waiting to be stoned
I feel content and blessed to be a whore

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Character: 65/100
Dedicated to: Stella Marr (prostitution survivor)
http://secretlifeofamanhattancallgirl.wordpress.com/about/

The Chef: The Taste of Love

To you my darling ginger skin
I cast myself into the sifting flour
And as I sprinkle on your top
I’m churned into a buttery sauce
And melt across your naked chest
Sugar-coating every inch I conquer
With my splendid taste
Enchanted by your gracious self
I lose my presence in your eyes
And fumble all existence in your arms

A simple smile can keep my belly full
A naked laugh, a feast to feed the world
With you I push the limits of my mind
Towards sensations far beyond my recipes
For you I carve my heart with smiles
And marinate my soul with happiness
And even naked pheasants
Cooked on gentle fires
Would cherish every ounce of pain
Knowing that you will be served
Their feathers plucked but their conviction strong
That they in turn would taste of love

But even oven clocks can’t keep the time
They seem to tick much faster than we’d like
Our moments simmer, burning fast
Its too intense
Between the char of what we have
I cannot reproduce the taste of love
With all your tears and sobbing on my mind
I dine on banal meals and serve my hate instead
For man was never meant to taste
The bittersweet melancholy of love

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Character: 64/100

The Moto-Racer: Checkered Flags & Finish Lines

Slicing through the silence of the streets
Let us ride together and forever in between
Eternity and present time
Let us dwell in dreams of victory
Golden trophies and champagne
With answers clear
An endless race with static clocks
Where winning can mean staying put
And staying put is all we need
To move beyond the finish line
No ribbon there to mark the end
Of our sweet course
Only a pistol on the mantelpiece
So that the world can start to race
While we lay back and watch the show
For peace is all that we would know
Racing for each other’s love
On mountain sides and prairie plains
Shifting gears to stay in tune
With our true selves
No matter what is in our way
But every race the rules are clear
Only one is meant to win
So time is bound to run again
Against the odds we play our game
I am to fast, you can’t keep up
The race begins
I come in first
And after checkered flags and finish lines
I’m there alone to make some sense
Of losing so much more than I have gained

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Character: 63/100

The Tailor: Garments of Distrust

A fitting room
My arm around your waste
I set the pin in place
A tiny prick
A sigh of pain
You grab my hand
I smile
I’d sew you to my soul
And leave some pockets on your sides
So that you can find a place
To hide your secrets
But then again
I’m not your size

When wrapped around you
Even a dress itself
Would know its place
Beneath the fabric
You are meant to shine
Naked in your thoughts sublime
Conjuring perfect circles
That complete your silhouette

Come with me towards tomorrow
Why do you refuse to dream?
About another place
About the fleeting taste of memory
You live the now,
And I am bound by reverie
And even though we meet in flesh
Naked unprotected
We cannot conceive
Time between us ripped apart like daffodils
Perched atop two canyons in distress
Peering into mirrors until we burn
And fly around with smoky fumes
Across the universe until we meet
Where time converges
In some distant place

Why do you refuse to dream?
In this room
Our bodies meet, we can conceive
Another world
But when the morning shines
We realize
That we just come from different times
You dwell the now
And I am caught up in your lies
As I sew your wedding dress
I wonder why
You choose to hide yourself
In this disguise

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Character: 62/100

The Plumber: When Marriage Goes Down the Shitter

Sliding through this life
Just like a wedding ring
Lost in bathroom pipes
Swimming in another world
In dungeons of distress
I reach for nuts and bolts
To crank the toilet open
Beyond her stinking shit
Beyond the smell of treachery
I’m here to find a lie
Soaked in monogamy
A faucet with no water
A bathtub with no pressure
A sink forever clogged
Until another man is called
To do the trick

I’m here on my own terms
I follow pipes wherever they may lead
Closet augers, a basin wrench and snakes
My life just like a public toilet seat
To every ass in town
That thinks they know me and so judge
But let me say this now
I make the water run
And in so doing
Bring life to every corner of this world
A knight in shining armor
Against the callous crumbs of yesterday

I need to find this ring
Or else it’s surely over
In pipes and toilet seats
So much truth
A marriage lost
In the shit
Flushed down the gutters
Without a tool in sight
Only a feeble plunger
That sticks to our behinds
A marking of our failure
A testament to our lies
The punch line clear
Or so I realize
When marriage down the shitter goes
A plumber can’t advise!

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Character: 61/100

The Subway Driver: Praise be to my Name

Tunnels dark
A metro line so thin
Ripping through the void
Empty from within
The midnight train is shouting
Last stop to Neverland!
A journey most appalling
I steer it with my hand

Colored lines on empty maps
Intertwined telling stories of the past
Of how a city came of age
Of how a vengeful lover disappeared
Into a crowd beneath the ground
I could not follow
Time for me is still
No past no future between these colored lines
I’m cursed to watch them parting ways
Between the platform and the train
Only the present counts
I have to be on time
And see progression in my cage

Without my carriages
Without these colored lines
The world would lose direction
No order can be made
No love can be sustained
And time would fall apart
The world into a chaos made
And I’m the one to blame

A silent saint never to be known
I stitch and stitch your life together
I plough through these dark caves
I’m crucified with my pay
Without a face, without a glimpse of fame
You’re mine when you’re aboard
So when you hear that call to mind the gap
Be sure to praise my name!
You better praise my name!

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Character: 60/100

The Drunkard: Odyssey of my Absinthe

In absinthe towers I lose myself to cheers
Between the dismal monuments of pain
I march along the plank of human fear
Towards convictions nested in my brain

With bottles full of magic rum I fly
Beyond the suffering of everyday
I glide towards the hills where I reside
In lands of sexual debauchery

A futile glass, a futile soul in me
But so much spirit in this glass I see
In this sweet land
A word becomes a million lines
With ease I write the odyssey of my life
A feeling multiplied
And stretched across the universe
A thinned down sheath of porous cheese
For Jupiter to see

Convictions rise and fall
Just like the heroes of ancient times
Achilles healed only to his own heel
But sentiments of guilt do linger on
The only heroes old enough to save the day
Are all those spirits in my cup, I drink
We age together in breweries of dreams
Between the barely and yeast
We fight against the sentinels and beasts

When everything is lost in life
Why venture on another trip afar?
When here in absinthe towers atop the world
Shabby bars, one-dollar whores and glory
You live like kings and get to tell your story!

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Character: 59/100

The Lion tamer: Surviving Her Attack

In between your fingernails exists
A callous joy of  memories
Your  scratches hard onto a film so thin
Trying to steal a moment shared within
The bonds that linked us every time we met
A bleeding lioness perched atop her prey
Falls in love with wounds made in defense
A sodomizing urge as she attempts
To struggle for her dignity
In jungles where mistakes can take away
The love bestowed by many everyday

A second guess, a small mistake
And everything is lost!
Her fangs sink in my skin
But with the aches, some sense of gratitude
For having met such wondrous a creation
For having shared so little time
The trails of blood run through my recent past
Erasing everything we used to share
No cameras, no film can bring it back
So stop the scratching only if you dare

And with your bloody paws
You draw some vowels on the wall
Behind the cage of your emotions
Painted like a child’s attempt
To send a message to my aching soul
The “I” for thee
The “O” the “E”
Interrupted by an “L” and “V”
And finally a discontinued blot
You are too proud to say that you love me

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Character: 58/100

The Party Animal: Fornication Nation

On disco floors
Blinking colored lights
Vintage glamour
Worn out edges on my Instamatic
In the nation of the night
Imagery does not abide by rules
And so the scene is akin to a dream
An orgy of desire in our minds
A masquerade of our emotions
A sexual frenzy covered up
Toned down by years of evolution
Modernized, commercialized
Served with champagne cocktails
Boasting breasts and silicon lies

We dance, we drink, we pop some pills
To fuse into the walls of shabby basements
To forget, as we evolve
We shed our daytime skin
And lose ourselves to rhythmic chants
Like ancient tribes in trance
Naked of our fears we dance
Pregnant with conviction towards the night
And all the promises it withholds

A ritual, a sacrifice by credit card
Swiped just like a guillotine
Cutting through our bank accounts
On alters of  bottled sexuality
We journey through collective satisfaction
And bathe in fountains bursting with seduction
With all the electronics and the bling
This all may seem some sort of other thing
But truth be told,
Not that very much has changed
Beyond the tweets about the ruck
A creature tagged for profile pics
Is still a creature longing for a fuck

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Character: 57/100

The Orphan: Stumbling Through My Life

I feel the snow
It falls
Atop my naked feet
Shattered by the cold
Bleeding with desire to be embraced
To journey across the world
To leave this place
One more step
One more adventure
Into the dark unknown
That I no longer fear
Where bitterness is hungry for a catch
Or so they say,
Snowflakes falling
Like there is no tomorrow
But here, there is no tomorrow anyway

Frostbites singing drunken songs
I escape
A pain that makes me carry on
I walk on shores of shattered glass
Where ice takes refuge by the sea
I cross the water to foreign lands
A change of mind, a renaissance
Flowers, shrubs and blades of grass
Play footsie with my fate
My temper bleeds towards the past
But heals with endless hope for what awaits

With roughened feet I trample on my fears
I’ve grown inside this house with all my peers
Just like these trees
There place is here
In forest’s tall and proud
Towards the sky
Between the clouds
Beyond the frostbites and the cold
I am a tree
My skinny toes like roots are cold from time
That passes through these somber woods
Never chosen, never loved
But watered by the rain forevermore

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Character: 56/100

The Mistress: Letters Across the Universe

I grab on to a piece
A slither
From a serpent’s mouth
It stings my heart, forever broken
A piece of yesterday is lost
In endless time
Forgotten
Words unravel
Conversations torn to pieces
Letters flying across the universe
In reverse order
Back to the origin
Where nothing has its place

My smiles flip to faces sad
My gentle strokes are pushes
The gazes of my eyes are shy returns
My kisses, suffocating pleas for air
My laughter, screeching moans of pain
Love-making thrusts are nothing but attempts
To stay away

Unraveling time
Our whole affair is in rewind
Irreversibly
A fire burning through my mind
Green parks and sunny mountain sides
Reduced to rubble
Cremated into empty sanctuaries
Where restless souls roam graveyards
Like the blind
Searching for a ray of light
Never to be found
Amongst the million ashes clouding sight

And when everything has been undone
A solemn silence, a bitter nothingness
Pervades my heart
The universe rips in two
Returning time to its old course
In my new world
I never knew you
I never met you
To me
You were never born

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Character: 55/100
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The Tourist: When in Rome

In providence I see it all
Seated underneath a parapluie
Jagged alley ways bending through
My mind until horizons dawn
A sweet espresso and the taste of nicotine
I slowly melt into the canvas’ scene
Indulging appetites and fine cuisine
To top the magic of it all
A beauty queen is in my midst
Burning holes into the film
Of memory

I throw away my cameras
And set aside my fears and expectations
I live the now, just for some time
Before the thoughts of yesterday
Come knocking at my door
Before anticipation about tomorrow
Rips through my guts with anxious claws
I sit between the legs of foreign lands
Making love to my dreams
Giving birth to parallel realities
Just for some time

A picture’s colors fade away
The rainy days can make them blur
But as for this
This picture’s in my mind
Its vibrant colors shine my way
It’s time to go
I’m left with nothing, but to say
Thank you Rome for yet another day

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Character: 54/100

The Nun: Sinful Attraction

I try to contemplate on thy sweet love
But lost with enchantment to your beauty
A fairness too fair in forgetness gloves
The image of such a wond’rous memory

I sleep between the lashes of your eyes
On skin ever more tender than the soil
Beneath my home between my roots I cry
Above to your sweet brow I will be loy’l

Oh fate why must I mourn my bitter end?
I die the worst death that can ever be
A million daggers to my chest I lend
I burn inside, oh passion set me free

This sinful love, I will no longer fight
A new baptism with he who is in sight

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Character: 53/100

The Astrologer: My Prayers to the Sun

Magnificent sunrise
Speak to me the language of my dreams
Sing a song of ancient times
And let us fall together
Into the deepest slumber
Until our bodies feast
On banquets of eternal satisfaction

Joyous inferno
Splash your colors through my windowsill
Bleed me from my grief and tribulation
Light up every aspect of my life
Until my shadows and your rays unite
With every movement that I make
Your constant sunlight does not judge
It casts a thousand beams in my direction
And floods my heart with feelings of affection

Never loneliness shall I bequeath
Upon myself, with your gracious audience
Together we will shine
Forever and unplugged
From all the sorrows and the lies
Of present time and the past
In which we dwelled

Tell me of the future
A world in constant motion
Forged by raging fires bright
Illuminating the unforeseen
And shedding light on some eternal truth
To which I cling forevermore
In which I melt, and rise again
An enlightened being
Master of it all

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Character: 52/100
Dedicated to every bleeding soul