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I am a lonely soul

In a human body,

Though I feel like a fool

I am not that shoddy,

I’m trapped in my own mind

And cannot seem to find

The way, I’m not seeing

Out of my own being…

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You have to sail beyond what you sea.

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Let those who listen be warned,

Let those who watch bear witness,

Let his name never be scorned

By those lacking the fitness,

Let not the messenger horned

Tear you from his forgiveness,

Your souls by his light adorned

To be testament of his greatness,

And all lost that have been mourned

He shall embrace with no lateness,

Bodies forged in water corned

Shall forever taste liveness.

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A vow as much as a prayer to one of the Beings.

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Some of my words,

As summer birds,

Are destined to fly away and to simply fade,

Away with the meaning,

Away with the feeling,

Instead of bright spotlight they bathe in the cool shade,

Not engraved in stone,

Not carved in marble,

To be left alone

And in time garble,

Let the symbols erode to the passage of time

And let the sweet honey drown down the bitter lime,

For words are just words

And though they endure,

Only you give power

Let the meaning lose two out of their thirds

‘Cause the last one is yours all future

So nevermore cower

But let not your valour

Turn into carelessness,

Keep your two feet planted firmly on the floor

And let you mind wander and wonder higher,

Trust in their meaning and this trust shall be twinned,

They shall never lie,

Let them give what they must, what you desire,

But you cannot keep them caged, words must wind,

So, then, let them fly…

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Words are poems and poems are life,

but life changes and evolves

and so do feelings, and so do memories.

Meanings change

but words remain.

So change not the words nor the feelings,

but the reading

Make them yours as much as mine,

but make them yours not because of mine.

My words are yours.

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Thanks to the amazing Dodie for this wonderful song :

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Give me a thousand ships, I shall conquer it all,

Or a hundred good men and this castle will fall,

Give me ten good soldiers, you shall never meet death,

A single opponent and I will take their breath,

Face me with an army and I shall not cower,

Oh send me a dragon and the beast I shall slay

– I am not a strong man yet I wield much power

For it is not the first day that this game I play –

A century of pain in the deepest of cells :

I shall come back stronger, twelve impossible tasks

And I shall be he who makes miracle a feat,

Send me to the deepest one of the seven hells,

Throw me to the wise Sphinx, let me be who it asks,

But a moment with you and it is my defeat…

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To 

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I am the pale lord

The pale lord of light

With shadow as sword

Who has taught you flight

The king of the skies

And the ever wise

The king of true lies

One who never dies

I am the pale lord

Hair of precious gold

Eyes blue as the fjord

And from earthen mold

My might shall thunder

Above the lost hearts

And smite asunder

Into broken parts

I am the pale lord

Bearer of power

Ere which all cower

Eternally bored

Playing an old song

On the sacred harp

I try to stay strong

But my grief is sharp

I am the pale lord

The unseen and blind

Revered and adored

Savior of mankind.

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Look into my eyes and dream, young one…

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The moment is coming and you are not ready,

The moment is coming as sure as night hides day,

The moment is coming and you can no more stay,

Oh I can feel your hand, it is still unsteady,

You have to steel your heart, you have to ice your soul,

Or it will be stolen and as a dying star

It will collapse on itself, leaving a deep scar,

Not with a bang, but a whimper, birthing a hole

So dark and deep that time itself shall be swallowed,

And not even this land, your body shall call home

And your resting spirit shall forever more roam,

May be saved from this, may be again hallowed…

The moment is coming, the moment of the choice,

The moment is coming sure as day kisses night,

The moment is coming and you must show your might,

Steel your heart, ice your soul and trust in your own voice!

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Tell me, why did you run away? Nobody runs for so small a reason…

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I may write in different styles,

I may write in different tongues,

I may write of cries or smiles,

I may write of hearts and lungs,

I may write a different world

And many a character,

I may write of fair hair curled,

A play without an actor,

I may change their deep struggles,

I may make them young or old,

Or sorcerers or muggles,

Together or far away,

Tomorrow or yesterday,

In the great circle of gold,

I may cast wars or treasons

Upon them without reasons,

I may choose their lives or deaths,

They may live in fantasies,

I may count each of their breaths

Until the time they decease…

I may focus on the leaves

Or on the lone wolf that grieves,

I may tell you of legend

And tales of mighty heroes,

I may describe the arrows

Just as they reach the edge and

Steal the breath into the wind,

I may tell you of magic,

I may tell you of tragic,

Of the warm tears as he grinned,

Of princesses and dragons

And ballads long forgotten,

Of the first and last wagons

And of souls lost or rotten,

But there should be no worries

From you about my antics,

Oh dear reader, oh dear friend,

For it is known, in the end,

We are both great romantics

And they all are love stories…

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I may write all that I want

And I may never finish

But I know that it will haunt

Me and turn me feverish…

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There is much to be said

About the infinite

Worlds deep inside my head

But I know not the words;

One must foremost feel it

Rather than understand,

A thousand little birds

Flying out of your hand

Into the bright warm night

As fire from the mist,

Burning the hands that fight,

Rebels from the snow-kissed,

All of the joyous laugh

And the deepest sadness,

Two faces of one half

In a lovely madness

Spinning in evermore,

Dancing in the silence,

Far away from the shore

Without a single glance

And, yet, a myriad looks

Lost in as many books.

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In truth, writing is hard.

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Over the years I have walked through

I have made many a mistake,

Still lost with each new card I drew

Always fighting a rising stake

Despite having lived through it all

Ready, to learn and to evolve

But always my life seems to stall,

‘Round the same errors to revolve,

I embrace it as a newborn

The rare beauties and painful throes

For why give up the feast to crows?

Oh it is this way that one grows,

Of course it was not always so

I dare say that I have matured

However heavens only know

The reasons which my heart captured

I wish and daydream as a child

Of things truly unfeasible

But my ambition remains mild

As at my future I nibble.

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More like taking a stroll.