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POEM “Raskolnikov”
Did RaskolnikovDrink Sonyas TearsJust to feel herEmpathyOr to Satisfy hisThirstFor lifeThat soon willBe entwinedWith prison bars… Continue reading
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POEM “Hamlet”
Hamlet, the princeJust didn’t knowHe was mad from the beginning…He didn’t even need to pretend…What strikes us the mostIs Ophelias madnessAnd unfortunate death- Because of him,Because of him. Continue reading
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POEM “I am”
The part that I’mMost curious aboutIs the part ofMy Origin…Where did I Come from and why and what for?I concluded withYears of pondering”I am one of those- Fictions.” Continue reading
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POEM “Ink”
Some of us in Books Use A canvasSome of us UsePlain paperSome of usUseBrush some penAnd some pencilAnd some uf us Use A MachineAnd it all ends upLike this- we use Ink. Continue reading
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POEM “Contract”
So this is the last Poem In my book “Sexual play” and I therefore End it like this, that is conclude it with A contract, between gay men. The end of the Contract was…”I wed thee, oh,Another man,By heart.”So I pull outWhat I have to Offer.And of the rest Of the worldThen becameOblivion and Slaughter.As… Continue reading
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POEM “Clothes”
I could notBear the tendencyTo feel shameAnd fearAnd not toTake youEroticallyFor theCommonExcitementWe felt for eachother.So I took your clothes offAnd made you take mine offTill we ended up wakingAt dawn andPutting them on again. Continue reading
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POEM “You”
Lovers, were they?Did blood leave theirBodies?And why blood?Weren’t they weddedBy it?Or by wing of Unknown heritageThat fellFrom unknownSpaceIn my own frameOf time.And I confessMy crimeFor – only you.A Man. Continue reading
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POEM “Gay”
Intelectual butchery,Complex reduction.Friction Between men.To outshineThe devil Once again -With gayAgape. Continue reading
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POEM “Under a tree”
We satUnder a treeEntwined in arms.Where nooneHarms usIn our relation.The scent got usMesmerised.Our act ofNakednessWas the onlyEventWe Knew. Continue reading
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POEM “Wicked love?”
Something wicked Occured when We kissed.That is a statementOf our love, manly.Cussed – we were, or they?Who our, love willEndure?Isn’t it also, pure? Continue reading
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