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A Poem by Ash
Our gods died yesterday.
And now we are free.
Free.
Ha.
What should I do with this freedom ?
Indulge ?
Slumber ?
Indulge, then slumber ?
Slumb..
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A Poem by Ash
Shimmering grace
Soft and lush
I heard Bach
In the visions of Jazz.
Lives washed ashore
Lucid and Alive
Like billows in the pacific.
Little ter..
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A Poem by Ash
Days have gone by,
No,
Years have gone by.
From the love poems of a young Pablo,
I still remember you leaning into the afternoons,
I still rememb..
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A Poem by Ash
Heavy metal over the corridor,
Retro wallpapers across the wall.
A boy in red was walking to his crimson motorbike,
A nude woman with wires and a m..
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A Poem by Ash
As I lay lying,
Of the things beyond that abyss.
Whilst old Euthyphro still had that dilemma.
It was a Bat, of all things who asked ?
"What is it ..
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A Poem by Ash
Was she a dominican ghost ?
There was a whistle between her lips,
A whistle that still calls me.
I still remember her walking down the street,
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A Poem by Ash
Why I ?
Why Amma ?
Why Acha ?
Why the stories ?
Why kinship ?
Why pain ?
Why copains ?
Why the angst ?
Why suicide ?
Why Camus ?
Why lovers ..
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A Poem by Ash
"The 13 grams of weight are balanced..."
Ahhh ! ,Don't move a nanometer,
I sense the collapse.
Collapse of ideals and the collapse of all strange f..
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A Poem by Ash
A crimson bird once sat near my window,
Unchained and unfettered.
I could never catch such a freeborn creature.
Young and dangerously sensous.
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A Poem by Ash
Nietzhche, Hemingway and One Piece.
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