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My BuddyA Poem by Thomas KainaroiYou came to my doorstepAnd with me you stayed.Home was here for you,It always will be.With your eyes you spoke to meAnd kept me safe.In darkness, you .. |
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The Day WalkA Poem by Thomas KainaroiTripping and maintaining,Singing without sound.Stagnancy.Beauty encasedIn nothingness.Will you come outside,To see the day?CircleAfter circle,And spir.. |
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I See YouA Poem by Thomas KainaroiThe ships go sailingUpon the face of the world,Taking us placesThat rest inside the self.Rotating mirrorsAnd glass hallwaysBreath in and out.I wonder,.. |
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SangrealA Poem by Thomas KainaroiBroken monoliths pass me by,Where weeping statues wish to fly,As their tears collect in my chalice,Purification of malice.And down the winding road I .. |
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At NightA Poem by Thomas KainaroiIt is eight o'clock at night and my mind is humming, and is perceived as hollow, so that all may flow in.That is, if anything should arrive.I am alone.. |
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IsmaelA Poem by Thomas KainaroiI am alone in this house.I am crowded in this house.Sickness, death, life;That is my will.Am I man?Am I woman?Choose the candl.. |
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EgkhelyaA Story by Thomas KainaroiI was walking in circles. The city was dark and I was going somewhere, to some destination. The journey was vague and dream-like. It was night, and al.. |
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MazeA Poem by Thomas KainaroiEndless hallways,And duplications,Abound in the maze.“Excuse me, sir.”“Excuse me.”“Excuse.”A minotaur's ghostFlood.. |
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Seeds of DecayA Poem by Thomas KainaroiSummer in its heights,And distant waning,Can speak to inner senses,Calling forthThe seeds of decay,But not of uglinessIn the outpouring arrayOf the hi.. |
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The GloomA Poem by Thomas KainaroiSitting on a bench,The figure looked aroundAnd rose upward into airy rooms.He put his ear to the wallAnd listened for a small voiceAnd heard it.Maybe,.. |
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Gasoline HandsA Poem by Thomas KainaroiPull in to the station.Pull back to get a handle on things.The keys are in the pocket.The door must be closedBecause it was open.Time ran out.Gasoline.. |
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UnrealityA Poem by Thomas KainaroiA dark figureSmokes outside the shoe shop,OverlookedBy a derelict mall.This is where The sleep is spent.It is night.The power is out,The man is outAnd.. |
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Empty RoomsA Poem by Thomas KainaroiThe crowd gathered in some outside placeAround a building, known to some,Looked upon in familiarity.An apartment, taken from it'sDivided, graphed exis.. |
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Drifting NightA Poem by Thomas Kainaroi“Hello...Hello?”When the night is drifting,The dreamer forgets his dreamsAnd those recycled images in the mindHover above the body.Strange.. |
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HallwaysA Story by Thomas KainaroiI am not who you think I am.I am not who I was, and who I am now is an enigma.You've seen me in my black cape, being followed by crowds of cheering fa.. |
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Con VentA Poem by Thomas KainaroiIts entirety is bound together.The people all satAt the end of my bed,Discussing religion,Spirituality,And scienceIn extremes.I interjectAnd say,&ldqu.. |
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VesnorkisA Story by Thomas KainaroiP { margin-bottom: 0.08in; } “There's a wyrm in that abandoned railroad tunnel,” said Angela's grandmother. “.. |
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TunnelsA Poem by Thomas KainaroiHigh voltage,Bridges,And Water,Will carry the night.Frightened faces,Dark places,It haunts everything.A ghost in reality,A ghost imagined,Both live in.. |
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Some Kind of PlaceA Poem by Thomas KainaroiThe place is common.Probably not necessary,But convenient.The air is okay,And there's a sort of glowThat brings an uncertain sense of space,While a fe.. |
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Under the BridgeA Poem by Thomas KainaroiUnder the bridgeWhere the color dreamStands out,Roaring fills the world above.There's paint in one hollowWall that goes outsharply to the side.Sometim.. |
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