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I find that waiting is the most difficult thing to do in life

Especially when you are expecting something to happen,

It can feel like ember burning under your skin or a sharp knife

That would plunge into your flesh, or hunger : you feel you senses sharpen

Like never before, you see the world fly by, yet time passes slowly,

Slower than a moment, like a second stretched to a century,

And yet in this earthly miracle there is nothing holy

For it is like being alive and knowing who they bury

But not being able to move a muscle or utter a shout

For fear that you would turn yourself into a thousand broken shards

And thus shatter the fragile equilibrium of the world about,

It is like playing a solitary and endless game of cards

With a deck full of aces of dark spade and bloody queens of heart

And you are the dealer so you know all the draws and their grey colour,

See how the world gets you ever closer, and yet you are apart,

See how your soul takes you so far away, and yet there is dolor,

Thus are the mighty tides of time against which your ship is battling

Older than the world itself and yet as ageless as the sea,

Feel it in your core, feel it in your chest, the lively drum rattling,

Count every beat, every raindrop, until there is no more to see.

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And when the entire mountain is chiseled away,

the first second of eternity will have passed.

Not as I expected/intended at first and slightly late but here for you to enjoy! ;)

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One drop for the hero, two drops for the villain

Three for the old mentor and four for the maiden,

Five drops for the sidekick and six for the pupil,

Seven for the watcher and eight for great evil,

Nine for the innocent and ten for the lover,

Eleven for the hope, twelve for the prophecy,

Thirteen for the henchmen, fourteen for the savior,

Fifteen for the secret and leave the last for me…

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Drop by drop an ocean falls.

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Tonight there are no words,

No song, no little birds,

Only the wind, the sky

And the stars up so high.

There is no deep meaning,

No secret to be found,

No lore to be gleaning,

Only this quiet sound,

Alone, omnipresent

Into the world around,

A silence quite pleasant

Despite not all profound.

What I mean is listen,

Look around and just feel,

Let your lone eyes glisten

And your heart slowly peel

Away all those layers

Revealing your true self

To these other players

Instead of keeping closed

Or tucked high on a shelf

And live on what’s supposed…

I know it’s no science,

I know you may be shy,

All I say is “Please try

For once to experience…”

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Pour mieux nager, il faut savoir perdre pied…

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Out of the dark poison rises

The bright phoenix born once anew,

Away are thrown all those guises

For all this time only they knew,

When second turns into minute,

Day into month and century

Yet this infinite memory

Happens in moment so minute

One can never begin counting

Before the instant is over

Nor can ever finish hunting

The end in the farthest never,

Now here they lie into the dark,

Breathless and devoid of a spark,

Hearts forever skipping a beat,

Stuck in this lone, endless repeat.

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Ha, classic(al).

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I have a word upon my tongue

I have a world for which I long,

A million letters together strung

To make a tale powerful and strong

A tale of life and adventure,

A tale of deep friendship and love,

Oh one that would many hearts capture,

And one that would fit me like a glove,

But despite my greatest effort,

In a struggle against myself,

I am unable to leave this fort

Built out of all my lost time itself,

If only I could sing this song

Aloud without hesitation

Or, yet, simply murmur it along

Without giving in to temptation

Of stepping back in the shadow,

Of painting life out of silence,

Perhaps I could share this small, warm glow

And somehow grow out of the balance…

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Not my favorite in what I wrote lately, but it still somehow speaks to me in a way…

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A giant of dark stone

Not of silver nor gold

Stood over the city

Guarding its ancient gate

Casting a hopeful light

For ages it had shone

A smile ever so bold

Confident and wity

Which nobody could hate

Despite their strongest might

It kept the great balance

Between raw bloody war

And ever rare sweet peace

Between heaven and earth

Symbol of improving

For those who stole a glance

In the dark far from shore

An olden masterpiece

Back from the city’s birth

And now it was moving…

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from sea to sea

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I’m late, I’m late,

So incredibly late!

I must hurry on fast,

I’ll never be on time!

I hear each minute past

And all the hours chime!

I’m late, I’m late,

So late for this new date!

These legs must keep moving

I cannot wait or stop,

I cannot stop running

Until I reach the top

Or my top will come off,

Oh yes, go on and scoff!

It shows you have not seen

Or ever met the queen!

I’m late, I’m late,

I should have been there at eight!

How can I, with weather so misty,

Ever be on time for the tea party?!

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Did you ever hare the story?

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Lips light up like a thousand sun

And in the eyes brews a soft storm,

An ocean of raindrops will form

By the time the last stars have spun,

The heart is taken and, high, soars

As the vessel sails on high seas,

And, left behind, this mind explores

What, only all alone, it sees…

But this is not a tragedy

For joy and sadness make it whole,

This heart so old and raggedy;

Over the years the brilliant soul

Travels into the mysteries

Of greater worth than simple faith,

Throughout moment and histories,

Throughout echoes of olden wraith.

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This time, I’m not even sure myself…

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I am so tired of hiding my feelings,

So tired of aimlessly running around,

So tired of shuffling on uneven ground,

Of holding back my hand during dealings,

Of playing with old and faded mirrors

Of letting roam around all my terrors,

Tis all burden I can bear, the last straw,

So now here it is friend, here it comes raw,

All I keep inside, hide behind my heart,

The dam’s breaking, it will soon come apart,

I don’t care… Let run the salty waters,

And the valley shall be flooded in tears!

For letting go of all those stupid fears

Is what’s important, is all that matters…

No, I am not happy, to say the least,

This sadness is my daily companion,

An unknown, savage yet strangely tamed beast

Lurking in twilight of a steep canyon,

Melancholy is my soft sheet at night

And regret is my only guiding light,

Oh can you not see, oh can you not tell

The truth of what I feel for you, sweet lass?

Yes, I know, friend, I know all will be well,

Yes, I know, friend, in the end it will pass,

At the very end, when all is over…

But at this moment, now, it is not so,

I know not why I picked this green clover

But, as they say, you must reap what you sow;

My world crumbles, it feels like it’s ending,

I have no more strength, I feel like bending,

Surrender to the power of my fate

And be crushed under the wheel of my hate…

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