A clear stream of water runs

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A stream of water runs among

The jagged stones of the mountain

Clear and cold as the first white snow

Down to the valley of roses

And if you were to run along

Towards this eternal fountain,

Perhaps bask in its soft, fresh flow,

Feel the power it imposes,

Then, whether you be young or old,

And whether you be friend or foe,

Where are welcome those who dare climb,

In this heaven under the clouds,

Feel an invisible hand mold

With a finger steady and slow

The ifs into your space and time

And lift the heavy, opaque shrouds…

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This is yesterday’s poem which I did not have the time/energy/opportunity to post earlier, so, here it is. Enjoy!

O 3

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You are strange

You are foreign

Out of range

Out of my reign

I admire

You from afar

I desire

That which you are

This sweet fire

May indeed char

On the pyre

Under the star

My lone soul

My open heart

Of a fool

I play the part

But is he

Not in this life

Incompris

Far from all strife

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Et si le temps tourne à l’orage

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Elle est ici même quand elle n’est pas là,

Dans mon coeur à défaut de mes bras,

Et si le temps tourne à l’orage,

Si tout cela n’est qu’un mirage,

Je n’en ai cure, oui je m’en fous !

J’aurai beau être traité de fou,

Elle est si pure et je veux être à ses côtés,

Que ce soit un merveilleux rêve

Ou bien dans la dure réalité.

Je ne désire pas de trêve

J’ai suffisamment perdu, assez donné,

Laissez-moi mélancolique

Me replonger dans ces sentiments

Pour mille et une années.

Je ne suis peut-être qu’un alcolique,

Qu’un pauvre fou, un dément,

Mais je ne veux rendre au cosmos

La graine qu’il a semé en mon coeur,

Et si je dois être le colosse

Aux pieds d’argiles, pas de rancoeur…

J’aurai vécu cette douce tempête

Et ton souvenir, même au fil des siècles

Tournera en mon coeur, en un joyeux cercle,

Et me restera toujours ainsi en tête.

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Libéré, délivré des contraintes, l’anarchie est le prix de ma liberté !

Ouais, un poème plutôt libre pour le coup.

Moi je me suis bien amusé, à vous de juger…

Cosmos

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In the silence of space

No one can hear you scream,

You are alone to face

Your nightmare, as your dream,

In this empty vastness

Full of lights and darkness

Hide many a wonder

You would not imagine,

In this wide, black yonder

What if you met a Djinn?

Lost ship far from the shore

I hope you can still race

Against the unbound stream.

If you cannot, pray! For,

In the deadness of space,

No one can hear you scream…

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A dream of dreams

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When I was a child I dreamed

Of fortified castles and dragons,

Of spaceships and being beamed,

Of a train with a thousand wagons,

So long until I was content,

I dreamt of great battles and excitement,

To be the one who would invent

The colours of the rainbow,

Of free time and enchantment,

I dreamed of hate, I dreamt of love,

Of a ship made of stone and me at its bow,

Of an ancient magical glove

That could take me into the stars,

I dreamed of incredible robot cars,

Of flying like a bird high in the sky,

I saw monsters so frightening

From which I was running as fast as lightning

Not knowing if I would wake up to cry,

When I was a child I dreamt

Of princesses and lost cities,

Of candy in great quantities,

But now it is over; I am contempt.

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A small simple poem inspired by this song.

Un petit poème simple inspiré par cette chanson.

Vessel in the sky

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High in the sky sails a ship made of  stone,

Over the clouds and the storm, on calm seas

Of blue wonder; were one to soar up there

By pure force of will or simply by chance

And listen carefully in the silence,

They would feel in the ripples of the air

Charming music and voices in the breeze

And nevermore know the meaning of lone.

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Letter to myself

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Try. Even if you are scared,

Even if you feel inadequate, impaired,

Try. Don’t succeed, perhaps fail

But try, don’t just lie and wail.

Don’t let yourself down

Don’t let chances slip away,

Don’t let yourself drown

And your heart fly away,

Try, even in the darkest of night,

Look into the face of fright

Without a doubt about you,

Try, until it becomes true.

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This is a repost. I just realized I posted it a few days ago in an unfinished version instead of saving it in the drafts… :/

So here it is again to enjoy! ;)

Landscape

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Two lakes and a mountain

Then comes the red canyon,

Those are sometimes fountain

And this your art’s minion,

That landscape you maintain,

The precious dominion

Of which you are captain,

Is, in my opinion

(Veiled behind a curtain),

A much sacred union

Of a beauty certain.

May I be companion?

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Stand in its wake

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A demon must awake

After the fall of day,

And with dark come what may

As we stand in its wake.

The creature is reborn

Each night under the stars

Full of hate, full of scorn,

Exceeding even ours,

It lies in the shadow,

Oh, just out of our sight

Feeding on intense light,

Calm and pretty as snow,

Waiting for its moment

Cold and deadly serpent…

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Falling through the void

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Falling, I’m falling

Through the air, through the sky

In the wind, up so high,

Through the night, through my life

Cutting darkness like a knife,

Falling, I’m falling

I’m falling down, I’m falling up,

I’m falling in every direction

All at once, no reference, no anchor

Empty or full? I don’t even see the cup,

My gig is pure misdirection

But the world asks for an encore,

Falling, I’m failing

I’m lost in a sea of troubles

I don’t know what reaction

Should I take arms or let myself be swept by the stream

And suffocate under the rubbles

Where no one will hear me scream?

I have no plan of action,

Failing, I’m failing…

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