A thought that came to mind while strolling down Namsan

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Yesterday i killed a man.

A man ran passed by
running to death
his heart heaved to a halt
because of me.
And today i gave birth to a boy.
The boy grew to kill a girl,
the girl to be a women tomorrow.
While the boy ran to become a man.


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Part and whole

Conversation
is all about elephants.
I get hold of the tail,
you check out the nose.

In the midth of feeling out an elephant
playing the guessing game,
I say we are touching something similar,
you say they cannot be the same.

We share thoughts about parts;
each one being a unique part,
we do not know how those are to be
parts of the same whole eventually.

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I'd kill you
If I were to.

The reason I dare
is the thirst I can't bear
for the sweet dreams your having
which I have been craving
for the past few years.

Funny isn't it to see
what scarcity does to sanity.
It drives people crazy all busy to kill
drawn into role play of hunters and prey
with blood shot eyes full of hunger.

This is not hunger.
It has nothing to do with taste.
Thirst is what it is.
For dreams that go to waste.
The abundant is the most valuable.

So give me that piece of mind,
I will absorb it eagerly
into my veins, onto my cells
the dreams will spread soothingly
to give my mind some peace.

Although I know,
only fools take in all they can
overtaken by their own greed
they take the world as an
all-you-can eat buffet.

The world is not a buffet.
Nothing comes if nothing goes.
You will see how naturally everything flows
if you look carefully underneath and above
the most abundant keeps the world alive.

If dreams were to flow on and on through the day
visible to the eye, there would be no one to deny
how beautiful they are how precious and sweet
but sadly in the sun they melt
at dawn to forever be gone.

That is why I lick off the tip
of your tongue as aphides sip
a drop of dew on morning leaf tips.
Before the sun shines and everything dries
I enjoy the moist that was meant to be mine.

I would like to live
as I would like you to do too,
as I live on your dreams
(or 'your dreams are my living')
strange as it seems
but it is true, I need you.




End of poem 1.

If were to kiss you, hold you, sleep with you.

If I were to kiss you I would suck the very dreams out of your soul.
If I were to sleep with you I would dance all night till your too tired to resist.
when your squeezed until I get every imaginary drop out of you.

That is why I prefer to hold your hand gently,
stay by your side to lick those sweet dreams of yours.
Quench my thirst with what seems to trickle out of that spring like mouth of yours.

TURNING TWENTY THREE

part of a poem written by Anne Michaels
from 'The Weight of Oranges'

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To love one person above all others
is despair, you said, turning twenty-two.
Propaganda of the senses, the narrow-minded heart -

We are magnets, averted
by our sameness.

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Daydreams and nightmares

People crave for what they do not have. I do not have dreams. Instead I have had an ongoing thirst for dreams since the night I stopped dreaming. First it was a regular interest in what others dreamt of. When others would tell stories of what they dreamt last night, mysterious or hilarious alike, I would keep my ears plugged to the tip of their tongues enjoying the fantasies licking them to the core.

Come to think of it, I do dream. I daydream.