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Trans-Mute
Trans-Mute
Trans-Mute
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Trans-Mute

By Al

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This book is a collection of poems meant to address the individual in doubt of his vision and dreams. It is a fight for survival in the midst of all rival elements coming in between a man and his true paththe pulse that must beat all impulses.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateAug 8, 2017
ISBN9781524682286
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Al

At age 12, I had a vague vision about romanticism, and then piece-by-piece it became apparent that romance flows within. I started writing poetry about the same time I started learning English. My ‘why’ back then was the pursuit of love. I gained the heart of the girl at the expense of my first poem being read out loud, in front of the class, by a teacher who caught me passing the poetic note to my beloved. I was afraid of the embarrassment, and how my pears would react, after they saw the words I wrote to get to her. I was juvenile. However, it was at this moment that I realized that expression of self, to an artist, is the ultimatum.

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    Trans-Mute - Al

    MECHANICAL CHANGE

    This mystic bewitchment touches the industrial youth.

    Thoughts withheld melt metals to alter truth.

    People get cold to the fact,

    Lost in the act;

    Thus the metal reshapes itself into drapes.

    Mental capacity reshapes them into apes.

    No single beam of light makes its way.

    Fingers on the other side touch the surface and then slip.

    Strangers to the hand, and committed to the pay slit.

    Strangers stray far away,

    Day after day.

    TRAIN STATION

    At the train station, the view is the same.

    A train travels in vain towards a life that’s ordained.

    A life that’s hard to change, with too much complaint.

    You come crying, you start playing, and all you are saying is imitating.

    You originated when your words were misarticulated vowels.

    At the train station, the train never leaves.

    I do.

    The choice is made.

    These yellow leaves have to be swept away.

    Life came to bay, said, Come what may.

    I visualize the ultimate destination as I leave the train

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