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Resultaten (9)
Circles...
(Poëzie)
8-12-2006
by Irena Kagansky
Full spirit; a circle,
Moving the earth
A pivotal motion
Of yellow and white
A soul; merging indiscernible with joy
Gravity
(Poëzie)
8-12-2006
by Irena Kagansky
I don’t give a damn about gravity,
My motives are petty
Yet, I need:
definition,
reckoning,
I need to be bitten fatally by:
the lure of the impossible,
the voice of the uncharted,
the tingling sensation inside
that tells...
IT...
(Poëzie)
8-12-2006
by Irena Kagansky
A star,
A golden dream
The sky’s the limit
Desire,
A window to the outside,
My highest high,
A home is where the heart is,
Will I ever find it?
The IT you crave for,
Ache for,
The once in a lifetime IT,
The kind of IT that...
Rain
(Poëzie)
8-12-2006
by Irena Kagansky
Rain, has a certain
Peaceful silence about it,
The wet splashes,
The bouncy squeaks
At my feet
And the water colored sky
Religion in the Rain
(Poëzie)
8-12-2006
by Irena Kagansky
Religion stands in the rain,
Waiting for the thunder,
War does not belong here;
Like a beggar,
HE kneels;
HIS feet drenched in mud
The heavens fill with anguish,
Drowning.
Resist...
(Poëzie)
8-12-2006
by Irena Kagansky
resisting depression,
Madness,
Refuse “Super size me”
Advertisers,
Greasy Big Macs,
Shiny, saturated fats,
we create our own reality,
Morality,
Life does not accept neutrality,
Power lies in the freedom to
Change
The Beat Inside
(Poëzie)
8-12-2006
by Irena Kagansky
Listen to the beat inside
Push it in, dig it out,
Turn it, learn it
Teach it, preach it,
Shout it, hug it,
Pet it, bitch it,
Dress it, nag it,
Kick it, say it,
Kiss it, tug it,
Squeeze it, lay it
Don’t let go of your beat,...
Vision
(Poëzie)
8-12-2006
by Irena Kagansky
Vision— Thursday, May 04, 2006, 2:08:00 PM
Vision is blurred,
The mind unclear,
Struggling to break away,
It hurts.
The next action a retraction,
from the self?
The vision is constant;
Penetrating the mind,
Head exploding...
Words
(Poëzie)
8-12-2006
by Irena Kagansky
Words are empty,
Like Yo-yo balls
Bouncing off the tongues,
Far less interesting
Words are strange;
No longer belong,
We cannot claim words as our own
All that’s left are street words,
Commercial words,
And words
That that...
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