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The Author of Bohemiaspeaks: Poem Number 100

Bohemia speaks
With every breath
Transforming the world
But not just with its poetry
Like toilet paper
Wipe and flush away
But physically, physiologically
Because everything is connected

Bohemia speaks about
An ancient practice
By Tibetan monks
Where one is brave enough
To inhale
All the hurting
In this world
And to exhale love
Compassion, peace and harmony

Bohemia speaks
And asks this question,
Are you brave enough
To take part
In this experiment?
Are you brave enough
To internalize
The outside world
And transform it
Transform with it
Into something beautiful?

Bohemia speaks about
Trying to view the world
Through the eyes
Of different people
Random people
And trying to make sense
Of all this craziness
Bohemia speaks
And so should you

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Character: 100/100

1 year, 7 months, 28 days and I have finally completed a 100 poem adventure to create an army of characters with hope that some of this poetry may have touched the life of someone or at least painted a small smile on their face.

Something even crazier and more exciting is comping up! Bohemia has spoken but is nowhere near shutting up! Oh and that’s me in the panda hat, withstanding the cold of Beijing for Chinese New Year 2011. Peace.

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The Schizophrenic: I am Real

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Words a million words
Callous judgments breaking skin
Numbers peeling lemon trees
Desires fading by the day
Citric scents
Carried through the universe
Trailed by constellations
Tracing crevices
In the way we interact
You will never know me
But I am real
All our senses
Geared in this conspiracy
Will keep us close
And take us far away

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Character: 95/100

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The Calligrapher: I Read You

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Characters scattered
Across her face
Constant strokes of beauty
Alphabets divine
Telling stories
Tales of love
And heartbreak
With every squint
And smile
A million words
Never said
Silenced by the kindness
Of a heart
In never-ending anticipation

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Character: 94/100

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The Bus Driver: 36 to Victoria

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There she is
All I can see
Across this bus
A crooked nose
Pointing out a masterpiece
Her eyes so blue
And lashes honey blonde
Fingers crafted
Like the twigs
Of Avalon
Dicing through her curly hair
Shaping galaxies far away
Bumpy roads ahead
Simple smiles
Are all I need
On my way
To trust in life
To trust in purpose
To trust in goodness
On this very day

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Character: 92/100

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The Fisherman: The Geopolitics of Love

And empires blown to dust
Peoples slaughtered
Worlds a changing
But here in this sweet bay
A million years of love
I cast a net
The sea reciprocates
It casts a net into my life
And catches all the maladies
I smell the salty breeze
It takes my boat across the strait
No room for borders here
No room for malice
Except of course
For my poor bait
The wrinkles in my face
Can tell a million tales
A million years of constancy
Enduring time, the whims of man
Enduring history
And even meaning falls
Purpose like a crumbling loaf of bread
But in this sea
Eternal springs
No crumbs are gone to waste
I live and die
The remnants of my life
Ashes, scattered
Across the tides
For eternity

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Character: 83/100 (We’re getting closer! Awaiting the second phase of Bohemiaspeaks!)

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The Builder: Constructing Happiness

There, far beyond my mental pedestal
Lie avenues of truth untold
And endless rolls of nature’s honeycombs
Like domes stacked on the pillars of gratitude
A fortress for the gracious hearts
And humble men and women of this world
A castle melting sweetened joy
For us to claim when we deserve

My fortune at its best can only see the light
When built from rubble on a surface strong
And so I go about my life
Building structures in my soul
Repairing all that time makes obsolete
Until my body’s nothing but a shape
That cases my divinity within

A shape so simple can say a million words
And words when put together are a force
With which I bear my fire and remorse
And walk towards my purity in shame
Each day’s a step,
The world’s a band of soldiers marching
And soldiers march with little cause
What cause can make the world protrude
Beyond the selfish nature of our design?

And so a builder becomes a legionnaire
In realms of thought s/he toils to dispute
All that befounds our meager lives
To build a palace for all our countrymen
To live in dignity and divine grace
With words of wisdom and acts of love
I build salvation for our dying race

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Character: 80/100 (We’re getting closer!)

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The Child Worker: The Urine Factory

Let’s play
I am mature
At far too young an age
Lingering in my misconceptions
In wombs of failing times
And eras of disgust
I am conceived
I learn to work
I play with these machines
Monsters roaring at my face
I smile back, but they still roar

I swing myself across the metal plates
And when it hurts
I think of love
The image of my family
In these sad lands
We have to toil
We have to work for liberty
Only to hail another dawn
Of self-inflicted bigotry

Plastic handcuffs
These shackles here
Across my arms
This factory
It represents the day and age
In which a child far away
Is set to learn life’s misery
Too early on
A day where people’s needs are far beyond
The prospects of humanity

And so my fate is cast to doubt
The fate of our entirety
Lies in the cleavage of this slum
Breastfeeding us with certainty
That far beyond these metal prongs
We glorify our own country
What glory can there be in pain?
An economic victory?
And as we squeeze ourselves to grow
Without confined morality
The whole world chants our glorious name
They say we’re making history

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Character: 79/100 (We’re getting closer!)

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The Yogi: Salutations to the Sun

I touch the sun
With sugar coated finger tips
I rearrange the stars alit
A fire in my palm can never burn my skin
For I am burning constantly within
And my eyes closed
Away from all this traffic here
The bustling world with all its lights
In darkness I can see the truth
Beyond the noise of modern life
My body bends just like a summer noon
Into an endless clover field
I join my joints with passing time
They shift in harmony, they twist
And with them all my world collides
I feel so motionless in sweet embrace
Of my routines, the whole world moves
And I just watch my body stretch
Across the mantelpiece
On this sweet morn
And as my body toils each day
My mind and soul are freed

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Character: 78/100 (We’re getting closer!)

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The Cabbage Vendor: Kingdom of Sauerkraut

My world’s a cabbage in its layers
A multitude of inner stairs
That lead the way to self remorse
Because I chose to take this course

A cabbage vendor on his knees
Weakened by a world at ease
Life seems to pass me by each day
But always gives me what I pay

Beyond the confounds of my doubt
An endless sea of sauerkraut
Sitting there so uselessly
Without a proper recipe

A victim of my own beliefs
I wonder what this world bequeaths
After we close our eyes and die
What’s truth, and what is just a lie?

Ambition knocks at all our doors
Some cabbage vendors have their stores
But yet I seem to be content
With barely making my own rent

Desires feast on flesh and bone
Until they reach a soul unknown
They feed it with their gory lust
And mount a tombstone on some dust

But as for me, I will make sure
To mount my tomb on something pure
Desires overcome with joy
Beyond contempt, I’ve found a cure

In my own kingdom there’s no doubt
Long live the king of Sauerkraut

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Character: 76/100 (We’re getting closer!)

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The Deaf Girl: An Eternal Sign Language

To you whose words I long to hear
To you beyond the distant meadow fields
To you I pledge to keep my life
For dying means a silence I can’t bear
Scraping through my eardrums in my sleep
Until my whole entirety has been emptied
From holes inside my head
I lose myself
A deafness I have never known

Beyond the noise of your demise
Your words so sweet
Still tear the walls of solitude
And build instead a humble home
Where love can dwell and multiply
To you whom time has stolen years
The final gift I can bequeath
Is my bouquet of years to live
With all the joy of silent memory
Each day just like a silent film
And you’re the star of every episode

To you whose words I long to hear
I hear you in moonlit sky
In children’s smiles throughout the day
In blueberry muffins and ham & cheese
In brewing coffee cups and setting suns
In every corner of my life
You still are there with all your signs
Teaching me the language of our love

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Character: 67/100

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