o. d. ludyeh
Bio information  Russian o(ddna) d(usha) ludyeh [awedNAH dewSHAH lewD'YEH] means one soul 
of the people and is o d's way of saying that he is just another human being. He spells odna incorrectly, 
however, because he suspects that he is an odd rather than a typical human being. He started writing poetry 
after a sudden and in no way sought kundalini awakening in 1972
 

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sonnet

in the eye of
late autumn in a grove of ragged trees. 
of grim rusts, yellows, purples, frowning browns, downed leave shuffle o'er, scuffle with the ground. 
i gaze entranced as all flee 'fore the breeze. 
while winds pounce, churn, flounce, bounce they ev'rywhere,
whisk, sweep, hurl them around bark waists and knees,
i glimpse swirling strands of crude ribbon wreaths,
tatters of fall gowns whirling in the air.
all hop, skip, leap frantic in the low sky,
dance the dust devil in bleak bleeding light, 
in rays of slumping day erect my sight,
in dulling dusk keen my discerning eye.
of all things pristine beauty the essence.
mystic grace the common cosmos presence.

de(ad)pression

weary, inert as a sail in the doldrums, the will slacks
labors to lug bones heavier than a concrete stone stack
staggers thru gusting gales side to side,
wades 'gainst on-gushing lunar high tide,
while carting atlas upon a cracked, crooked and stooped back

her beauty cried with a grand bow
from the rotary just into her eyes,
i strolled the streets that stretched into her inner city

twas with deep regret 
that i soon posted the no thoroughfair signs 
before the thought avenues and emotion boulevards 
into her depths

i left heavily sighing
over her loveliness proving but a pretty address
 

the                                                    prostitute
 

her
 mask,
  mascara
   and
    dress
     flash
      that
       sex
        rather
         than
          to
           flirt
            is
             her
              nightly
               task
                                                             yet,
                                                            as
                                                           she
                                                          steps
                                                         the
                                                        concrete
                                                       rugs
                                                      framing
                                                     the 
                                                    street,
                        she
                         discreetly
                          tugs
                           her
                            skirt,
                                          as
                                         if
                                        to
                                       stretch
                                      it
                                     to
                                    her
                                   knees
from
her
tease
of
an
ass