Netherlore

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The seagull flies high over sea

And the crow stands here, mocking,

I walk along the jagged shore

Looking beyond the horizon,

Nobody knows what I can see

But I envision great ships docking,

I travel lands full of olden lore

And great armies which men rise in;

I am both birds in one feather,

Mocking this world and its people

As I delve into another,

Yet I can’t help but yearn to fly over

It, but, stuck on the ground, cripple,

I am just an unrequited lover.

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No explanation for this one, I let the words carry me.

Hints and hunches are mine to keep.

The end is coming

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Can you feel it? Not cold, not scary nor painful,

Not quick but never far, neither here nor quite there,

Neither rotted away, nor highly beautiful,

Incredibly unjust but always ever fair,

Steps as light as feathers, yet as heavy as night,

Whether your door’s open or not, at the fourth knock

It will come in gently so not to cause a fright,

Though some may tempt a joke, none can quite truly mock

For, for all bravery, anyone knows foolish

To fly higher than stars or to cry a whole sea,

To trap love in a box or wild nature to free,

When one has never tried to sit down and relish

In a soft, gentle breeze under the sun’s caress,

To feel the world around, remember you possess.

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A bit of cheap philosophy from someone who live by the quote “do as I say, not as I do…“.

Still, I hope you enjoyed.

The old fisherman’s tale – I

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Let me tell you a sad

But beautiful story:

An old fisherman had

All his life loved the sea

With a heart ever pure,

The beautiful ocean,

Glinting waves of azure,

Understood this notion

But never could give back,

As a broken mirror

Reflecting life clearer

Within a thousand crack…

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Man walks into bar

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A man walks in a bar,

A room dusty and dim,

He says “Hello! It’s me!”

And all clients turn round,

Every single body

Suddenly makes no sound,

But, you’ll find it bizarre,

In fact it was not him…

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Yes, I know it’s stupid.

Yes, it’s suppose to be this way.

#AJoke #BadJoke #DadJoke

Three li’l sheep

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Three li’l sheep, running in the snow,

All white, all white,

What a beautiful sight!

Three li’l sheep, running in the snow,

Sadly one must go,

Now only two sheep remain…

Two li’l sheep, running in the snow,

All white, all white,

What a beautiful sight!

Two li’l sheep, running in the snow,

Sadly one must go,

Now only one sheep remains…

One li’l sheep, running in the snow,

All white, all white,

What a beautiful sight!

One li’l sheep, running in the snow,

Sadly it must go,

Now none of the sheep remain…

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Not mine, a simple translation of a children’s song from a Breton singer I used to listen to a lot when I was a kid.

In the original text in French, it is detailed that the sheep actually melt in the snow, making the story beautiful and poetic but quite sad (or melancholy at least).

I tried my best but rhymes and fidelity are not always easy to fuse…

A hero’s fate

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Battle for the future under the night sky

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When the night has come

And the land is dark

And the moon is the only light we’ll see

No, I won’t be afraid

No, I won’t be afraid

Just as long as you stand, stand by me

When the knight has come

And the stand is stark

And the moon is of red, bright and bloody,

No, I can’t be afraid

No, I can’t be afraid

Just as long as I stand there is glee,

If the sky that we look upon

Should tumble and fall

And the mountains should crumble to the sea

I won’t cry, I won’t cry

No, I won’t shed a tear

Just as long as you stand, stand by me

If I try to fight on and on

But stumble and fall

Then the fountains will rumble, and tears flee,

I will try, I will try,

No, I won’t sheath my spear

For as long as I stand, you are free.

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I was picturing a scene in my mind, for one of my stories (which you will perhaps one day have the occasion to read), and had an epiphany of some sort and the words of Ben E. King from Stand By Me came to mind.

I now see those words in a whole new light, the moon’s light, bloody red against a sea of dark blue…

Over L

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Upon the grass trickles in endless streams

The tears of the world for all its lost dreams,

Under the stellar sea of blue and gold

The wind reminisces memories old,

Into the bowels of the earth, dark and warm,

Silence echoes from ages to ages

Throughout the faded and brand new pages,

Working its strange, irresistible charm,

Along the threads of possibilities

Rise great empires and beautiful cities,

Behind the beating heart of the creature

Pain strives to become a better teacher.

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From within, with ove.

Body, mind and soul

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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.