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I am a gadfly
a happy insect weather I am alive or dead
From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...
Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...
The bright blade of truth
I draw from the sword sheath of...
His swords never seek
death or vengeance, they only...
Love me incomplete,
the way I am, otherwise...
Maybe you see it in your subconscious
the wound that more or less we all share...
Our rages are for our burning.
You conceal your malevolence and greed
behind the edifice of benevolent deeds...
They looked down upon him in dirt in derision.
They never saw him they saw themselves...
Bonfire is florid.
Sun is bright inside the woods...
You would never be lost again, if you find yourself.
Human conscience hibernates
that is why people die in cold.
Human conscience melts
that is why people die in heat, thirst, and poverty
God is the basic good,
The rest, one, has to learn alone.
One has to grow another “o” on one’s own.