<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=485511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>All Rise To The Sky</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">what makes him live some more<br>is always that secret</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he treasures it<br>like his own life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is so real<br>its jagged and pointed edge<br>wounds the corners of his page</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is the wound that makes<br>him move<br>that pinning and prolonged <br>pain<br>that creates the creeping<br>story on the surface<br>of his skin</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he does not waggle like an old<br>wheel<br>along that public<br>road<br>(to hell) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is the pain<br>that makes him think like a cliff<br>above the plain<br>that worships it like<br>a king</div><div style="margin:10px 0">from out of his innards<br>comes out a <br>spasmodic voice<br>of a series<br>existences<br>imagine that caterpillar<br>moving in your<br>left eye </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is beautiful <br>the listeners clap<br>deep inside the <br>whorled ugliness laughs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is the threat that one loses <br>everything <br>in the wink of an eye<br>that one tiptoes on the wire<br>keeps its hold and never <br>gives up like a sore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is the hardest fall<br> which gives the dignified rise<br>it is the pressured noise <br>that creates the external <br>whispering<br>silence</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he keeps all these like a house<br> with closed doors and windows<br>the cooking continues and<br>all the ingredients <br>well cooked<br> inside that dirty kettle</div><div style="margin:10px 0">all things are always brewing<br>all the processes of the silent brain<br> aging</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the cause creates the smoke <br>and the flavor<br>that eventually escape from <br>the leaking roof of the house</div><div style="margin:10px 0">all rising to the sky<br>like a gigantic sigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=485511" data-title="All Rise To The Sky de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="what makes him live some more is always that secret he treasures it like his own life it is so real its jagged and pointed edge wounds the corners of his page it is the wound that makes him move that pinning and prolonged pain that creates the..."></div> </div> </div>

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