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Strings upon strings, the violin weeps

The dim story of the young woman,

In the distance the car engine seeps

Into stone, into wind, into Man,

The lullaby of night takes over

As a chorus of stars joins the moon

Singing a song even the clover

Is powerless to keep out of tune,

Under this ages olden chapel

Where the great organ of life has played

Ever since life bit in the apple

Is where hopes and dreams are neatly laid,

Oh but the notes on the music sheet

Dance a passionate swinging quick step

That a mortal may never quite meet

Without at least one or ten misstep,

All the tinker-tatter of the room

Echoes away in shades of silver,

And there, in the middle, sits the groom,

Voice strong hours before, now a sliver…

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        Hour 8.

Take away what you will, I will read into it here.

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Roses are red

Violets are blue

I somehow dread

No more I love you…

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       Hour 7.

The last verse gave me a headache because it is so much easier to express in French in a shorter and more concise and grammatically correct way… But in the end I kept it that way because it held a double-entendre that I quite enjoy.

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Looking towards the East, land of the rising sun,

I try to remember where I could have begun…

I imagine myself twisting word into pun

And, with a newborn’s heart, strolling this land of fun;

I reflect on those days of careful innocence

And contemplate the ways, the long ways I have come,

It feels quite like I near a haven in a sense,

Like I’m turning into whom I wished to become?

Now it is not to say that I feel I am done,

There exists challenges which have yet to be won,

Poetry shall remain the barrel of my gun

But I am not walking anymore. No, I run!

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      Hour 6.

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“I’m sorry I can’t resist,”

Says the young amorous man,

“So sorry, I can’t desist

Those feelings are now helmsman

Of my soul and my body

And as they steer my spirit,

As they tear, tear by tear, it

Feels as if the great Gaudi

Himself has, out of pure haze,

Designed this wonderous maze

Into which looking feels right

Where he trapped your profound gaze

And a thousand and one star

Into an ever deep night,

For the more I move afar

The sharper is the altar

Upon which in another

Life we swore, we, together,

To the last word from the first

That for better or for worst

We would keep the flame alight,

That we wouldn’t let it die,

But alas we came to fight,

Produced one too many sigh

Leading to a cold goodbye,

Oh! See you how we’ve lost sight,

How we gave in to the lie?!

Have we made it to this height

Only to forget to fly?

These are but children of fright!

Please give us another try…”

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     Hour 5.

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Her teeth are pearly white

And her lips seem so full

Always when up they pull

Into a smile as bright

As her deep eyes are dull,

A truly awesome sight

Of raw, beautiful fright,

She will slow sweetly lull

And embrace ever tight

The mast, the keel, the hull,

This lady of the night

And her soft, polished skull.

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    Hour 4.

When Ms. D. comes knocking at your door…

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If you had a machine that could travel the skies,

Imagine that machine could take you high and far,

If this machine could bring you all the way to me

But also bring you back to when nothing was young,

If you could earn lyrics for your unending song

And if it did all that as easy as hello,

If you could repair hearts with one too many tries,

If you could see it all from the bright of your star

And never once again fear to simply flee,

If you could teach others how to be good and bold

But never so foolish to forget kind and wrong,

Swear to me, swear truly, that you would want to go…

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   Hour 3.

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Even the start will fizzle out

As realities chisel out

Our unique way to weasel out…

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  Hour 2.

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Although he doesn’t once flinch and stands upright,

Of wondrous brilliance he must feel fright

Surely before this incredible shower

And though he might not for a second cower

Emanating from this incredible sight

Must surely recognize the power

The most grounded and blasé fellow

Even the coldest and most distant,

Taking away all known constant

Everything is nothing, bright and mellow

Explodes the world, in an instant

In blues and greens and reds and yellow

Something so very raw, so very real, so very sheer,

That feeling growing in his chest, so queer,

Even the common man is able to tell

Resound the muffled cries of the old bell

Inaudible by those who can hear

In a cry of a hundred million decibel

…

In a cry of a hundred million decibel

Inaudible by those who can hear

Resound the muffled cries of the old bell

Even the common man is able to tell

That feeling growing in his chest, so queer,

Something so very raw, so very real, so very sheer,

In blues and greens and reds and yellow

Explodes the world, in an instant

Everything is nothing, bright and mellow

Taking away all known constant

Even the coldest and most distant,

The most grounded and blasé fellow

Must surely recognize the power

Emanating from this incredible sight

And though he might not for a second cower

Surely before this incredible shower

Of wondrous brilliance he must feel fright

Although he doesn’t once flinch and stands upright,

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 Hour 1.

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Just so you know:

I do not.

For time has passed,

All you taught

Me has vanished

Into dust

And I will not

Remember

What it was like

To feel trust,

I will not fan

The ember

Of this dying

Memory,

Let it crumble,

Let me run

From all this pain,

Bravery

Is not my strength,

It’s no fun,

Oh please let me

Surrender,

This is my loss,

Past splendor

Can fade away

I regret

Nothing of this,

Never threat

Will change my mind,

I have met

My fulfilled self,

I have set

These eyes on me

And never shall

Anymore,

Go, take my mind,

Break my corps

But I cannot

Bend the knee…

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Here.