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		<title>Let’s get there by dreaming …</title>
		<link>http://www.bhalababy.com/2011/07/25/lets-get-there-by-dreaming/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Jul 2011 11:50:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I could spend a lifetime writing words Of love to bring to you Instead, I write our story in the spaces Between the in breath and the out In the moments where emptiness resides Where expansion and contraction are simply Tricks conjured by the moon on the tides. I could spend a lifetime writing words [...]


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		<title>Void</title>
		<link>http://www.bhalababy.com/2009/07/21/void/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 12:20:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hollow womb. Bloodied ground cannot be heard on echo breath. Empty nostrils sniff out the sound of silence in a heartbeat’s death. Pull a child from chink of day, breath beats on in empty lungs. The echoes of the dead still pray; mute serf cut out their tongues. Darkened holes of eyes drill deep. A [...]


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		<title>Peddling Severed Parts</title>
		<link>http://www.bhalababy.com/2009/07/20/peddling-severed-parts/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 06:25:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Looking takes everything Fits their souls Sometimes A baby sniffing soft arms The pebble rolled of sand The eternal Small grains assemble Eye out cliff’s fissure Little suns Can’t breathe When the moment spits them to you Little sun Leave behind hucksters selling god But at last yourself be. Related posts:CONTAINED


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		<title>Transcend Contradiction</title>
		<link>http://www.bhalababy.com/2009/07/19/transcend-contradiction/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 12:03:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>bhalababy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[a new reality of &#160; &#160; broken pathways on trains, cars, buses &#160; &#160; stairways to heaven hashish and &#160; &#160; saffron robes marigolds on the river &#160; &#160; melt and blend and market cows &#160; &#160; vending rules in yoga pose &#160; &#160; of life chime death &#160; &#160; behind the curtain of burning [...]


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		<title>Touching the surface</title>
		<link>http://www.bhalababy.com/2009/07/12/touching-the-surface-3/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 14:10:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>bhalababy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Beloved, I long to be the one beloved, I yearn to be special to be the only one with you, unhindered, untethered, unleashed passion oh you are mine, beloved, walk on the sand, the rocks, the beach is ours to wallow in sun and shadows I flow to you I am a stretching body of [...]


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		<title>Muted: A Cinquain</title>
		<link>http://www.bhalababy.com/2009/07/10/muted-a-cinquain-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 13:15:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>bhalababy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[stilted voices punctured limp movement, paralysed puppet suspended with broken throat gagged puppet limp, suspended throat broken, stilted voice paralysed by punctured skull braindead Related posts:A Cinquain (or two) CONTAINED


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		<title>Om lingam ebony heart</title>
		<link>http://www.bhalababy.com/2009/07/07/om-lingam-ebony-heart/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 13:12:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>bhalababy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Om lingam ebony heartache curvaceous Om tiptoe bound soar profound downpour softly over down covered head Blue eyes. Water Om lingam ebony heartache soul released burning body soar from captured freedom tiptoe bound soar profound downpour transient water gone say goodbye welcome the world of rainbow colours Om lingam ebony heartache tiptoe bound soar profound [...]


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		<title>Sandpaper on Varnish: A Palindrome</title>
		<link>http://www.bhalababy.com/2009/07/06/sandpaper-on-varnish-a-palindrome/</link>
		<comments>http://www.bhalababy.com/2009/07/06/sandpaper-on-varnish-a-palindrome/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 14:35:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>bhalababy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sandpaper on Varnish: A Palindrome Enter the self Beyond the limits imposed by the self Or others Mama was wrong Limits boundaries borders Fabricated by self-doubt Mama was wrong Not the one nurtured for praise The self is my self Brewing beneath the surface Inappropriately exposed Uncomfortable in the world Enter the self that is [...]


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		<title>Dancing on a leash</title>
		<link>http://www.bhalababy.com/2009/07/06/dancing-on-a-leash-2/</link>
		<comments>http://www.bhalababy.com/2009/07/06/dancing-on-a-leash-2/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 13:11:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>bhalababy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dancing on a leash Upside down Moving like melted chocolate Life and soul Rooted in the air Upside down Dance if no one is watching Fall if no one is there To catch Related posts:Vein Life Many mountains. I am Touching the surface


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		<title>Vein Life</title>
		<link>http://www.bhalababy.com/2009/07/04/vein-life/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2009 13:08:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Gnarled and dry roughly thrusting outwards Play umbilical chords Lifeless detached not rooted Strangled by mother’s nature force My unstrummed brothers gave me life Gnarled and dry roughly thrusting outwards Smothered by the chord that bound them She severed herself from the tree Lifeless detached not rooted Dead roots. Dead weight. Not connected to this [...]


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