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DOGS AND PREY | Without wax, KASAKYA Luke
https://kasakya.wordpress.com/2015/04/10/dogs-and-prey
Without wax, KASAKYA Luke. Rhetoric satire poetry and scribble. She was in his back seat, her panties on the floor. Her eyes were closed, droplets of salted tears flowing down the side of her face, she tasted them as they ran upon her lips. The car’s window panes had a moisten hue from the conflict of the warm breath of they within and the biting cold of the breeze outside. On the radio, the time check said it was 4:30, still early, still dark; in her mind it was the darkest she had ever seen. He had cau...
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BLACKBOARD LOVE | Without wax, KASAKYA Luke
https://kasakya.wordpress.com/2015/05/16/blackboard-love
Without wax, KASAKYA Luke. Rhetoric satire poetry and scribble. The math teacher’s scribble on the board was a calculation to find the circumference of a circle drawn in the midst of a triangle with no radius given. He had left and of course like every good primary school teacher had left numbers for home work on the black board for the pupils to copy. Three rows down, the young Peter sat watching this trend of activity. He knew the routine too well, he had seen it played out since he could remember&...
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The last words said… | Without wax, KASAKYA Luke
https://kasakya.wordpress.com/2015/02/20/the-last-words-said
Without wax, KASAKYA Luke. Rhetoric satire poetry and scribble. The last words said…. Carol She was more or less a sister. His parents had come to accept her and love her and she in turn did not disappoint. She was the sweet helpful girl they only wished could have been biologically their own. She was we’ll behaved and quick on her feet, quick to help with this and that; but above all, his parents had also come to appreciate her lovable, lively and charming character. The one good thing in his life had b...
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MOTHERS AND WIVES | Without wax, KASAKYA Luke
https://kasakya.wordpress.com/2015/06/26/mothers-and-wives
Without wax, KASAKYA Luke. Rhetoric satire poetry and scribble. Outside was the pita pata of a light falling rain. He could not hear it, but from the sight of it through the gilded glass windows and door, he imagined that was the sound it made that’s what everyone wrote any ways. Hey hun, sari I knt mek it tonite, a bit tied up. The message simply read. Sorry, the subscriber you’re calling does not answer, please try again later. All he could was to think:. His mother was everything any son could ever dr...
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Monday Poem | Without wax, KASAKYA Luke
https://kasakya.wordpress.com/2015/07/13/monday-poem
Without wax, KASAKYA Luke. Rhetoric satire poetry and scribble. Clinical Blues, Daybreak, etc. Where memories come out to tan. Let memories come out to dance. Ghetto super stars or Bagco super sacks:. The radio oscillates between memory and currency. Ol’ Dirty Bastards or Alias 4.30,. Do we need jute bags to carry these memories? The menu is a clump of pretentiousness,. What would you really like to eat? Me or this brickwall between us. Time passed too fast,. We forgot the masons we employed. Scott Woods...
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MADE TO UNDERSTAND | Without wax, KASAKYA Luke
https://kasakya.wordpress.com/2015/02/11/made-to-understand
Without wax, KASAKYA Luke. Rhetoric satire poetry and scribble. They spoke of broken hearts. And to understand this I fail. It doesn’t make sense how a heart of flesh. Can ever shatter or be broke. Well that much I said until the other. Day when I met a girl cry for her father. Gone beyond to the other. His body left behind with shut eye and. By the tears she cried and the wails she mad;. I realized, the loss,. Loss of a father is pain. Full and even with the mother,. The presence of father. 8220;A BROKE...
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BLIND IN SIGHT | Without wax, KASAKYA Luke
https://kasakya.wordpress.com/2015/06/29/blind-in-sight
Without wax, KASAKYA Luke. Rhetoric satire poetry and scribble. Every day I see her, looking, waving, smiling, and I am thinking. I really like her. But then I look away, and I am thinking. I can’t, I really wouldn’t. Cause if I did, I could, I really would. Be able to tell her, but I can’t. I open my mouth and all I can is. I split my lips to tell her, and all I can is. I am too much in love with her words fail me. Like a mute mimicking emotions writ in script to be acted on stage,. Silently, just me;.
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SOON TO BE IRRELEVANT | Without wax, KASAKYA Luke
https://kasakya.wordpress.com/2015/05/07/soonn-to-be-irrelevant
Without wax, KASAKYA Luke. Rhetoric satire poetry and scribble. SOON TO BE IRRELEVANT. The sun had slowly made its way and now sat on high, scorching the hell out of those that sat below. Even those in the tent could not help but bear witness that the air inside was frigid, dry and hot; I hate this January weather… was the one lamentation that flew around all around. You are the future of this nation he said. Your parents have given you all they can and now, the ball is in your court. Why couldn’t they l...
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PERFECTION OF THE NATION | Without wax, KASAKYA Luke
https://kasakya.wordpress.com/2015/04/13/perfection-of-the-nation
Without wax, KASAKYA Luke. Rhetoric satire poetry and scribble. PERFECTION OF THE NATION. Going on three still looking for magic, l. Whip the smirk of your face you idiot;. Your sin isn’t better than mine. You are twenty-two still looking. Foreword to that forehead kiss. And lies whispered in your ears. About how beautiful and gorgeous your feet are. Even if they are as ugly as shit. Going o three and still we hope for perfection. Hoping for perfection despite. Hoping for a revolution. But year after year.
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LIAR LIAR | Without wax, KASAKYA Luke
https://kasakya.wordpress.com/2015/03/31/liar-liar
Without wax, KASAKYA Luke. Rhetoric satire poetry and scribble. Doing time in the waiting room. I hope this time she will tell us he is available now. The words came from young man in a white Egyptian cotton shirt, tie, black suit and black shoes burnished to a perfect sheen. He had the semblance and aura of lawyer. His words were directed at the secretary and indeed she stood in their midst and spoke;. The director will be back shortly, please wait…. The cycle had already been run through. First, th...
