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Sometimes I want to die,

Give up my sanity,

Down in darkness to lie,

For an eternity…

I want to relinquish

What I have been given,

To simply extinguish

That breath come from heaven.

I feel tired of life,

Of what I have become

And the perpetual strife,

Giveth me no outcome.

The reason however,

To this dark, twisted thought,

No matter how clever,

I admit I know not.

My heart’s been feeling glum,

For a number of years

Now, body feeling numb;

No more sadness or tears.

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You talk, you talk and talk, always, never-ending,

I sit there and listen, at least I’m pretending,

In my heart and my mind, though, secretly hoping

That one day, while still young, up you will be shutting.

I feel interested, I do, I’m just hurting,

Too much information, difficulty coping…

So I just nod my head, from my own mind seeping,

Praying hard for my bed, just want to be sleeping…

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No matter the cage or the prison,

There is always a way out,

Whatever the storm of emotion

Inside you, rages about,

Look beyond, towards the horizon,

Find a path or make a route,

For there is always a solution;

Search for light, don’t blink, don’t doubt,

Don’t let them scare you for no reason,

Treat this as a simple bout,

Just let away your apprehension,

Let away frustration, shout!

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(Home Sweet Home, Jeremiah Morelli)

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I welcome you here, dear stranger,

To my humble little abode,

Come rest away from the danger

For long and tiring was the road.

The fire in the hearth is warm

And the company quite charming,

Do stay at least until the storm

Has passed away in the morning.

To entertain you I shall tell

An interesting story of mine,

Of a young man and a love spell,

That took place -oh!- ages ago,

When the white bells still rung the shrine,

And this aged heart was without woe…

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War

II

Metal against metal, clanging,

Swords against shields, smashing, piercing,

Shouting, grunting; irrational,

Fading away: humanity,

Panting, howling; an animal,

Man starts losing his sanity,

Sweat and blood are such dangerous

Substances never to be mixed,

For they make, if not promptly fixed,

An elixir most murderous.

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The sun is high and so bright,

In the middle of its flight,

I can feel rays soft and warm

Raining down upon my form,

Yet, in my heart, cold remains,

So do the stings of my pains,

In my eyes light has gone dim,

I can feel I’m on the brim,

I cannot resist this vise

That could crush me in a trice,

It consumes me from inside;

I cannot anymore hyde,

Won’t hold on for much longer,

Can’t resist, he’s much stronger…

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Life without movement, energy without motion,

Body made of colors, soul of linen and oil,

Each limb twirling about -can you see how they coil?-,

One hundred thousand strokes -as many emotion-,

In this infinitely finite space with no wall,

Trapped in an eternal prison -a single stance-

Where no footsteps echo, standing, graceful and tall,

There, under the sky, you can almost see her dance.

Only then, in that place, does she really exist,

Dark skin on white canvas, blurred in its moveless midst.

But suddenly a doubt as your eyes turn away,

Could that really be it? Did you not see her sway?

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Edit 24 sept 2017 : took out a comma in eleventh verse and changed ‘it’ to ‘that’ in last line.

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There. Did you notice?

In the place between places,

In this, oh so small, crevice,

Lie undiscovered spaces.

A world inside a world,

Hidden amidst layers burled

A door has been opened,

A passage nowbecome legend.

Through this strange invisible portal,

Carefully kept from your view

Lies a land unknown to you,

So what will you choose my dear mortal?

In a place away from time,

Where the bells of adventure chime,

What will you see, what will you say?

What will you do, my little prey?

Edit (29/07/2016): replaces “spaces between spaces” with “place between places” and “lies and undiscovered space” with ” lie undiscovered spaces” because I found it better that way.

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War

I

Can you hear them over the hill?

The drums of war loudly beating.

Can you feel it, oh this cold chill?

Make no mistake they are coming.

A thousand cries, raging thunder,

The earth itself trembles before

The might of this army of yore

Ready to tear it asunder…

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