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The Lover in the Mirror

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By Adrian Lacson, Poet
• March 23, 2012

That Lover in the mirror—
If he is my second-half I wonder.
I talk to you and you talk to me;
I wave my hand and you …

An African Tree Stump

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By Adrian Lacson, Poet
• March 16, 2012

On a dry African midday
Did I walk through so parched a land
That to the ground my soul was tamed
Such that I retreated to a …

And They Offer All This to Their Father

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By Adrian Lacson, Poet
• March 9, 2012

When they see an innocent,
Who outshines by difference,
They declare think-headed laws
That blame these sheep as outlaws.
And they offer all this to their Father,
Whose only …

Lovely Miss Autumn

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By Adrian Lacson, Poet
• February 22, 2012

Lovely Miss Autumn,
A year has passed since I first slept with you.
In an afternoon park I’d lay me down
On virgin grounds beyond rough avenues
And …

Stars and Hearts

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By Adrian Lacson, Poet
• February 17, 2012

I sit on sand, ruffling with the wind;
I hear the hushes of every wave;
I feel crawling waters licking my toes;
I smell and savor the …

If Music Were…

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By Adrian Lacson, Poet
• January 27, 2012

If music were a doctor,
He would be relied by all
And of sadness a healer.
He can make them dance the lame,
Or even prolong your day,
But …

The Freefall

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By Adrian Lacson, Poet
• January 20, 2012

Oh once did we rise when we walked the wall;
Oh those days when that wall fulfilled our wants!
We climbed those vertical heights
As we shook …

The Difference between Pork and Pigs

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By Adrian Lacson, Poet
• December 19, 2011

I ate some pork at supper
And from each chunk devoured
Some place else I would ponder
Why its taste often towers
Above every food other.
 
I recalled shoving …

Gold Bars and Corn Fields

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By Adrian Lacson, Poet
• November 25, 2011

Where a world that lived for merely one day
There breathed two mages—a white and a black.
When beauteous Sun began its matinee,
The black farmed cornfields …