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No poem comes tonight

I feel not inspired

For I am far too tired,

But tomorrow I might

Create a masterpiece,

Once fatigue will have gone

And my mind be at peace

Reborn a bright new dawn.

Allow me to atone

However for my crimes

In somewhat playful tone

With a few simple rimes…

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Take it all away:

My pain and my joy,

Take my love, my hate,

And all I would say;

I am yours to toy,

You decide my fate.

Rip my heart out clean,

Devour my lost soul

And make me anew.

Of what I have been

Remains but a hole;

My loved ones: Adieu.

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Never in my life had I felt thorns or poison

Of the simplest of these, but most hurtful, treasons,

Always had I dreamed that it would come to reason

And that it would fade with the passing of seasons

But my hopes were in vain, such conflict never ends

And sooner or later it is passion that bends.

Her skin that of honey and her eyes dark chocolate

Her sweet taste always rolled on my loving palate.

In these islands of ours none knew the hidden truth

For in strife or in war, as in life or in lore,

We were enemies bound, recipient of no ruth,

For afterlife we swore : man and wife to the core.

Such a beautiful story this tale could have been

But Fate in all grandeur keeps her old mocking grin,

We have breathed the same air, sailed the same blue waters,

Seen the beauties of life and… said all that matters?

Salt and water, now seeping into my wounds, burn,

As I slowly sink into the ever dark deeps,

High over me I can hear the canons still churn

And all around me this familiar ocean weeps…

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One last hurdle remains

One final test of words

And then beyond the pain

I will be free as birds,

One last trial to pass,

A single epic fight

To prove my warrior’s might!

To catch her eye, sweet lass…

Once I have cleared this test,

Perhaps then I can rest

Or maybe I shall run

For what’s lost is not won –

So contradictory.

Now I can only grope

At this thin thread of hope:

To claim this victory.

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Dear reader, if you want to understand

Then simply try to follow till the end,

Listen well, watch closely, read carefully

But not too closely for then you might miss

The bigger picture, fall in an abyss

Of madness and lose your way, so silly!

Hidden meanings spread all over the place

Seeping from my soul deep into my work

Woven cleverly from delicate lace,

Patterns within patters; my lovely quirk.

All is written in a thousand scriptures,

All is engraved in as many sculptures,

So passionately into time chiseled,

Though will you guess what these words really mean,

Will you manage my many clues to glean?

Or will you be left helplessly puzzled?

To solve these riddles listen thoroughly,

This is important. But is it really…?

Now look closely here – no look over there!

Chase the hat while I pull out the rabbit,

Let the bright golden rain deceive your stare.

You may search the pattern, find the habit,

But will you find answer to your question,

Oh will you comprehend my intention?

On this wild goose chase you might not succeed

But I have to admit, planting the seed

Of doubt and curiosity in your mind,

My dear reader, is quite fun, though unkind…

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What if there was a word you only had to say,

A word that would open and too clear out the way,

A word of magic, possible only to feel,

When your world’s horizon is unable to heal.

Oh would you hesitate or speak it on the spot?

Would you renounce the quest and its many hardships

To obtain instantly what it is you might seek?

Or would you walk the long way, become strong from weak,

Keep passion in your heart and silence to your lips…?

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The oldest question in the universe.

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Oh but would you if I?

Please look me in the eye

And answer truthfully:

Would I ask fruitlessly?

Be honest, mind not pain,

I only ask for truth,

I wish nothing to gain,

Simply my heart to soothe.

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The days pass by, time is flying,

Life moves slowly, ever forward,

Here I am, on the ground, lying,

Wondering about olden scars

And feeling obscurely awkward;

Eyes on the sky, mind in the stars.

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