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Ancient though precious

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Do not worship all that is new

Do not dismiss all that is old

For all that glitters is not gold

And can hurt what you never knew

Do not follow all that is bold

Do not forget all that is due

Don’t trust many over a few

Nor take for granted what is told

Do not limit to basic hue

Do not force to fit in the mold

And don’t let yourself shipped and sold

If it’s not what is truly you

You may break but must never fold

For one can sew pieces anew

But if a pillar is askew

It can give way to worse than mold

Finally if you have no clue

As to the speech I try to hold

Here: no matter how lost or cold

Your own voice will always ring true…

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Knowledge is important but intelligence is essential.

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My tongue is lead, my throat is dry,

Each new breath is more difficult,

My hope is dead, my smile is wry

I cannot fathom this dark cult,

Words are stuck deep down in my mind

For I am not able to find

The energy to get them out

Nor use keeping up this charade,

I hoped I would, could scream and shout,

In the end I will simply fade…

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A very particular set of emotions and feelings tied to a very particular set of memories.

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No more shall come and none more shall pass,

For all are dead and since long gone.

Atoning the sins of what they’ve done,

None remains of what has come to pass.

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Another old poem, quite simple and rough but I somehow like it as is. It calls to my imagination in a way I can’t really explain.

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We are like night and day,

We are like day and night,

We stumble as we may,

We fumble as we might,

Heat melts away distance

And it blends in a dance

Of threads of steamy sighs

Somewhere along your thighs,

Oh the fruit has been bit

Opening wide the doors

And flooding through the pores

Lights that used to be lit,

I can hear tongues unknown

Rolling about your lips,

Those soft, rosy singers;

Through techniques of his known

Tracing along the tips,

Paintbrush in the fingers

Oh creating some own

Rendition of the hips,

There the artist lingers,

The actors have blended

Into their greatest acts

Not until it’s ended

Will cease the sweet contacts,

When the nectar of life

Rolls thunder cuts as knife,

Even the brightest stars

Burn dimmer than all ours.

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On sheets are drawn the greatest pieces.

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Let me fall towards the void

And alone I shall find my route,

I wish that I could wish wings and sprout

But sadly, I, being a mere android,

Let me float off to yonder,

Around the world over mountains,

Wish into wells and old fountains,

I will discover lost wonders!

Let me drift through the years

And let time be time again

For eventually must stain

The white silk of my fears,

Let me run into the woods

And race blindly among trees

Where deep breaths instantly freeze

And glaze sunshine on my moods,

Let me listen to the earth

And its melody of grounds

As it slowly dances to the sounds

Of a hundred, and one birth,

Let me go to this nowhere

Where ware worth is worse for wear,

Let me go to this somewhere

Where we were just now I swear.

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Perhaps it is when you think it is the end that all can begin anew.

Everything ends and it’s always sad, but everything begins again too and that’s… always happy.

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I am fine, I am okay,

I promise life is not grey,

I just happen to be sad

From time to time, some lone nights,

But I swear it’s not too bad

For I have my faithful knights:

Imagination and hope

By my side, always ready,

To give smile and company

As I climb this gentle slope;

There is not much you can do

For I, myself, am beyond,

Show me love but keep words few

For it is enough to bond,

Or make them shine and fly high,

Let them rain down in sandflakes

For, as hard as we may try,

Too much pressure and it breaks.

This is no exact science,

I just need calm and patience

And it will pass in due time,

In the end the bells will chime

And the skies will clear again,

The sun will rise bright and warm,

Its rays rusting away pain,

And reveal once more the charm

Of all I hold in my hands,

So, my friend, trust me I say,

So long as poetic stands

In the end I’ll be okay.

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Space changes but time is set;

There are moments such as these

That you cannot fight or seize

And you simply have to let…

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What shall become of chains?

You may ask,

What of these bitter pains

Hind the mask?

What of these hideous scars?

What meaning

Is given to those bars

Demeaning?

True, these hardships may

Destroy you,

But iron rusts away,

So will you,

Chains shatter, bars crumble,

And they fade,

And matter will stumble

On the blade,

Oh remember that rust

In the wind

Scatters just like old dust,

Yet beats twinned

Still echo in a heart

That is lost,

And all beautiful art

Has a cost,

The meaning is yours to give,

Yours to draw,

For the life is yours to live,

In the raw,

Look pain into the eye,

Remember,

What’s dead may never die,

But ember

May always be revived

With a breath,

Relish that you survived

But love death.

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Not quite clear that one. There’s a message in there, somewhere, I know it. Do you?