~ CAMPS
Concentrated screams
Made silent
By the putrid smoke
Of burning flesh
In the ovens
Of Gomorrah.
posted by daubmir at 17:07
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mercredi
Concentrated screams
Made silent
By the putrid smoke
Of burning flesh
In the ovens
Of Gomorrah.
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- Nom : daubmir
- Lieu : Montmartre in the '60s, Paris, France
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les poésies par titre: [click to view some select poems by title] ~ All Things Are Possible (prose manifesto) ~ Philosophising Poetical (prosaic meanderings)
Your Self & Yourself
Have the courage to touch
Your life:
It'll be a first time
For you
And you'll never know
What hit you.
Everything
Man has thought,
Felt and experienced
Is gone
And
Nothing
Is put in its place.
You don't want to be free from fear
All that you want to do
Is
Play games with it
And talk about
Freeing Your Self
From fear.
Your constant utilization
Of thought
To give continuity to
Your separate Self
Is
YOU:
There is nothing there
Inside you
Other than YOU.
When you stop
Moving toward becoming
Something
Other than what you are
Then you are not in conflict
With yourself.
- daubmir
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Emily Dickinson's Axiom...
Elle est retrouvé! Quoi? - L'Eternité. C'est la mer allée avec le soleil.~ Arthur Rimbaud, Une Saison en Enfer
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