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I had my heart upon hand
But, following your caprices,
Oh sadly you took it from me,
And now I am hurting.
I had my heart upon hand,
But you broke it into pieces.
I would have given it to thee,
And now I have nothing…
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Children of the earth
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If nature is a temple,
Birthing in its arms ample
Why do we ever trample
Everyone of her samples?
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If nature is our mother
Why can’t we come to love her
As we would no other
And not just let her wither?
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And if nature is our home
It is not only our own,
We must not let this grand dome
Become one upon we frown.
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Over the edge
Here you finally are, on the edge. Not of glory -oh no, silly- you’re on the edge of the world, frightening isn’t it? From here you can contemplate the vast unknown, the dark emptiness, the infinite abyss. From here on it’s just nothing, on and on, for thousands upon thousands of leagues. Out there is the cold reality, the source of the fear that has been crippling your kind since the beginning of time, out there is the void. No light, no sound, no life. Nothing. From this point on to eternity. Few have reached this place -oh many tried but so many didn’t make it this far- and fewer yet have tried to continue further, to go… beyond. But -hear me well when I say this- none has ever come back. Once you jump over the edge there is no coming back. There is not going forward either. Heck! There is not even a forward to go to. Are you scared? Of course you are. But, my dear adventurer, my sweet sweet brave one, the question is: are you willing to take the leap? This is not a leap of faith, if anything it is a leap of foolishness -of complete and utter stupidity if you ask me-. This is a simple choice. No arguments, no pondering, no reward for your bravery, no prize for your achievement, just a simple act of will. A simple decision: whether to take the plunge or not. It is simple but of course it is not easy, is it, my friend?
Hahaha. I can feel your fear, your indecision. I know. But will you be man enough to make a decision, will you be foolish -or brave, whatever you prefer- enough to choose? Or will you just cower away like so many other before you? Don’t kid yourself, if you do this you will never come back. But if you don’t do it how will you ever know? Aha! There it is, the greatest weakness of your kind: curiosity. I can see its fire burning in your soul, the flames may waver at time but it is there, always burning, waiting to devour more and more. Whatever you choose, whatever you do, is entirely up to you. I will not stop you either way. But will you be able to live with the consequences of your decision? In any case, never will you come back here again. Oh…! Interesting. You have made your choice. So it’s gonna be like that huh? I’ll admit, I couldn’t be sure but I really hoped it would happen this way. The fear in your eyes, the crippling doubt eating at you, are always so much fun to watch, I can’t get enough of it! Well, not that it matters anymore, you’ve made your decision, now you will have to live with it, forever. But don’t worry, you’re not the first to make this choice and, if I may say, certainly not the last one. Leave your regrets behind you, no need to go crazy over this. Anyways, adieu my dear adventurer!, for we will never meet again. Know, however, that it has truly been a great pleasure meeting you and I thank you for this. … Oh come on now! You have chosen, no more hesitation, no more stalling, off you go now! The first step is always the hardest but don’t forget: your new journey awaits! Hahahahaha…
Ozymandias
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In a temple aeons old
Hidden in an ancient wold
Stands a statue tall and gold
Of a being long foretold.
On a throne alabaster
Before which none can muster
Courage, even lackluster,
Sat, of all men, the master.
A king with a heart acold,
Whose story time shall withhold.
As the sights slowly unfold
Before the eyes of the bold,
In this great hall no whisper.
By his side a giant spear,
At his feet: diamond river,
His face a mask of silver.
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Ozymandias was his name,
From the stars they say he came.
As grand and proud was his frame,
Dark and bloody was his fame.
Many years lasted his reign
In conflict, bloodshed and pain.
For the reason he became
King was his thirst just to tame.
None before could ever claim,
Nor after, to be the same;
‘Tis said he, without refrain,
What desire he would deign
Look upon, pursue and gain,
‘Til his eyes on it were lain.
‘Tis said he would never tire.
And too he built a tower
From earth and wind and fire
So high all things were lower,
That he wielded such power
Even the gods would cower.
An hommage (which I hope worthy) to the poem of the same name by Shelley.
I don’t know why but that name, Ozymandias, echoes in my mind and inspires me in ways I can’t really explain. It’s just so mysterious and unique…
They pass by.
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There goes one, and another,
They pass by: many an hour,
Never stopping nor waiting,
In a rush, always running.
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Some stand tall and proud,
As if rising to the clouds,
Others small and round
Anchored deep in the ground.
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Squared, circles or triangles,
Come in all angles,
Wooden, metal or in stone,
Made of all but bone.
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Each is unique but the same,
Existing without a name,
Though without them we’d be lost
And our trains would be but ghosts.
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Midnight dream
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‘Tis a midnight dream
In which it would seem
I am loving you
More than you ever knew.
‘Tis a fantasy
Of just you and me
Dancing round and round
Oh together bound.
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‘Tis a midnight dream
In which it would seem
I am loving you
More than you may see.
‘Tis a fantasy
Oh just me and you
Dancing round and round,
We, forever bound.
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Here is something I was stuck with all evening…
I don’t really know if I’m quite satisfied with it. I felt really inspired writing that but I don’t know…
Anyways, I couldn’t decide which version I liked most, the first one had a verse that is one syllable too long which somehow doesn’t feel right but does at the same time.
And the second one I find slightly less poetic.
I don’t know. You decide. Enjoy! ;)
Des quatre coins
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A magician came from the south,
– Traveler of vast horizons –
He came one day without notice
Bringing with him wind, sand and stars.
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Words all golden out of his mouth
Could mold from any one season
With deep power forged in pain twice,
Legacy of his avatar.
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Radiant silver tides rode in suite
Singing the words of the world song
In clear voices of angel pure,
Telling the tales of ages past.
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A floating scent, oh honey sweet,
Projecting an aura so strong
To any harm it was a cure,
For before her no evil lasts.
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Echoes in the wind
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From the mists of Elysium
To the fields of Asphodel
Let ring the belogerum
To the ears of infidels,
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Let who breaks in this sanctum
And dares, even, to rebel
Pay the price of the heirloom
And fall into warrior’s hell.
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The word not quite
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Any true writer, whether good or bad,
At one point gets this feeling:
The sudden discharge, the sting!,
– Illumination, idea so rad! –
A color, a word, or a memory,
Sometimes a single sentence,
Better in mind than paper,
Over and over, letter by letter,
Write, rewrite, scratch off and repeat out loud
Over again for a word,
But it, nimble, flies away,
Exactly like a small and fragile bird.
And, there, right on the verge of succeeding
It escapes and all’s for nay…
Begin again your sculpting
For an artist shall never be too proud.
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That is how I felt working on the sentence I was telling you in my last post!
I’m not quite satisfied with this one though.
I feel the ‘Any writer, good or bad’ is not a great formulation of the idea I want to convey… :/
Will have to come back to it sometime…
Anyways, hope you enjoyed! ;)
The Last Unicorn
So recently, well a few days ago actually, I have found myself being completely captivated by a single sentence that popped into my head at some point… I don’t know exactly when or why but it just did. And I couldn’t not think about it…
I have this small notebook you see, to write my ideas whenever I have something that comes to mind so that I don’t forget it and can get back to it later. Well in the middle of a class it sort of came to me and I kept repeating it to myself, over and over, and trying to voice my idea as well as I could, to put the perfect ensemble of words onto what was in my mind. Because you see, what I thought about wasn’t exactly a sentence, it was more like a concept, a feeling, the spark of a great idea that I immediately had to work on.
And it didn’t stop ’til the end of class and even then, I kept repeating it, trying to formulate it as best as I could. I started writing it, saying it out loud at the same time, working on it, re-writing, changing words, changing the order, and for almost and hour I was working on this lone sentence. I couldn’t explain why now but at the time it was evident, I had to do it, I felt this wonderful feeling of imagination, the rush of creation that sometimes takes over when I am working on my stories. So yeah. I just couldn’t help it.
Somehow this single sentence was comprised of an entire universe, it had its own deep meaning, its own complex story, it was a whole new world in and of itself. That is the best way I’ve found to try to describe what was going on it my mind at that time… You know, one of my teachers, who does a class on J.R.R. Tolkien and his whole work, told us that apparently the whole universe he created come from a single word he read in a poem at one point. Well, if you’ve ever heard of that or experienced something of the sort, or if you have felt a strange but exhilarating rush while writing or creating things (the ‘creative rush’ perhaps?) you know what I’m talking about.
So in the end I ended up working almost two hours on that sentence that time and then, for the next few days, kept it in the back of my mind all the time and still tried to make it perfect, I kept repeating it as often as I could to see how it felt. And finally I believe I’ve come up with a somewhat satisfying version of what I had in mind at that time. I can’t be sure because I still keep repeating it to myself now and then, but I feel like it got to a point where I can be proud of it. So here it is, I’m sharing with you the object of most of my creative thoughts of the past few days/weeks :
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‘For in time you will learn to know the wonders of life…’
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Yep. That’s all. I don’t know what t makes you feel or think but this is it. A simple, single, sentence. I don’t know why it came to me, or where from, but I’m glad it did because it somehow inspires me a lot and I feel that someday it might become so much more than just a sentence. Anyways, read it as many times as you want and enjoy! Or not. You choose. I just wanted to share my thoughts on this…
Also! Before you go! There is this video which I HAVE to share with you guys! I don’t know why but it’s a bit like that sentence, I can’t get it out of my mind and keep listening and watching it over and over. It’s so beautiful and moving. I can’t explain why exactly but right now, to me, it is. I don’t know why but some times, I have these things which I obsess over (a song, a video, a poem, …) and for a period I can’t think about/listen to anything else and it sort of becomes part of me and it inspires me and I find this feeling so great that I just have to try to share it! I can only hope that it will perhaps touch you too…
This is happening to me right now with the song The Last Unicorn by Passenger and more specifically the video clip that Nanalew (a Youtuber) made for it. I find it so amazing that I can’t help but share it with you so here you go, enjoy! :) :
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And we’ll sit on our single beds
Nothing on our hearts and tears on our threads
For we know the last unicorn is dead
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Tales of Ore 