Awareness

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Phony Bologna

Phony Bologna

He’s a nice guy!

If they only knew, he really doesn’t exist.

He pretends to care, despite...

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Cut The Cord

Cut The Cord

You cannot prevent premature birth, but you can create premature change!

RG2023

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DEAR FARMER

DEAR FARMER

What are you doing sparrowsong?

I'm writing a letter to a Farmer...

​​​​​You know a Farmer...

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Morning Love

I love myself most when

Morning Love

I love who I am most in the early morning time,
just before the sun is rising
I pick myself...

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Forget the Name Remember...

There was something about her
that reminded him
so much, of rice wine and sushi ..

...

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Always Singularly Noticed

You are that single
big leaf on a
small bonsai tree ..
The one
that is always...

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Without knowing your gender...

(nevertheless ex post facto still flattered
genuine heartfelt kinship mattered,
hence the...

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Better Recognize

Better Recognize

Where are you?
“I’m right here”

Bro for real quit playing, where are you at?
“ Dude...

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Winding stairs

Winding stairs

It seems I came
full circle

yet my birth
lies below me

drops of white
...

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Winding stairs

Winding stairs

It seems I came
full circle

yet my birth
lies below me

drops of white
...

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(v) Moon’s mansion

(v) Moon’s mansion

Now,
now we have left the shore,
towards the horizon,
moving by tides and winds,...

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The Narcissist Inside

The Narcissist Inside

When you are proud of yourself, it’s fabricated.

When you are ashamed of yourself, you always will...

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The Art Exhibition

The Art Exhibition

There were nudes, people mocking, tongue out, arm raised,
would have been better if for once they...

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Contemplation

Contemplation

In the medley of this illusion
As confusion becomes
a
staple
portion
to...

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Who are we?

Who are we?

Who are we but tiny bits of sand in a Desert?

do we truly understand life?

so many...

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(iv) Night’s woods

(iv) Night’s woods

My voice is carried further back
than ever before by night’s wood,
inwards,
across the...