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If a picture is worth a thousand words,
How much is worth then one of your bright smiles?
If a lecture can birth out of a herd,
How much can birth then a long life of trials?
If a single step can change a person,
How much can then a stairway to the sun?
And if a single word, a single smile,
Is worth entire worlds, a thousand miles,
How precious could be then such a soft tune
Hummed so bittersweetly under the moon?
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The sky is high, the ocean deep,
Oh my dear child the world is wide;
No matter how much you try keep
All that you love safe by your side,
Time is master and you are slave;
It never halts, always running
And in patience ever cunning:
You may resist until you cave.
You may implore and beg the stars,
You may regret or be upset,
Or feel remorse, even forget
For age changing helps heal your scars
But in the end you too shall bend
So, just as the olden Thracian
Who contested Rome’s foundation,
Make sure to add your own rich blend.
You must learn to love what is yours
And to let go what pain obscures,
Oh you must learn to feel again
And not to live in obscure pain.
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Upon this cold midnight dreary
As my reflections get so deep
And my lone heart becomes weary,
I believe time has come to sleep.
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Goodnight my friends.
See you in the morning.
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What is your name, where are you from?
What have you done, where are you going?
Life is complex, ever-changing,
Wonderful and wild maelström.
Who’re you really, what are your plans?
How are you doing, why are you here?
You should let out your deepest fear
Forge your new words with your own hands.
Your heart is beating fast, loud drum,
And in your head repeats the thrum
Of a hundred thousand gold strands,
Each one an island where home stands.
Who might you be, when will you leave?
Past or future which will you weave?
In an instant a choice is made,
No diamond ever beat a spade.
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Would I rather remorse
Under this enemy?
Or strive to change the course
And live honorably?
Truly you must be blind
Or out of your damn mind
To see a spec of hope
In this overused trope!
I have already lost
All that really mattered…
And to what end, this cost?
To see myself shattered?
So no thank you I say,
I have nothing to do
With this war or with you,
Let me be on my way.
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When you are all alone
In the blackness of space
No one can hear you scream,
No one can hear you pace.
*
Trust there is still hope,
This is the right course,
Walking a tightrope
Atop your remorse.
*
A world of blue,
A world of grey,
What can I do?
What can I say?
*
I love her,
But does she
Even know
About me?
*
Hello!
Are we
Aglow
With glee?
*
Deep
Sleep,
I
Die.
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Don’t ask, I don’t know either.
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If one should find themselves lost in unending doubt,
Devoid of ideas or lacking inspiration
Nothing helps like a good intellectual bout
With strange new concepts to find roots of creation.
Each of us has a heart that we must cultivate
Whether ’tis with learning or loving or with art
One must keep their passion as fire, not dead wait
For once it is too late who can vow to restart?
As the old adage states: Rome was not built in days,
Each step taken forward no matter on which path
Is equally vital for there are many ways
And all shall reach their goal were you to do the math.
Your spirit is the map, your heart is the compass,
The choice rests in your hands, the world is you canvas;
Be you with the many or be you with the few,
Trust your ability, find what a-muses you!
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I’m using a musing amusing muse.
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Protect me little knight,
Swear your soul to service.
Oh do not be nervous
And let away your fright.
*
He cannot be a shield
Nor can he be a sword,
No matter what the word
Weakness shall make him yield.
*
I swear upon my life
My honor and my heart
That no conflict, no strife,
Shall ever make us part.
*
He may not be as strong
As the guardians require
But let him be her squire;
Courage is never wrong.
*
Once upon a time ere
There was a princess bride
Who war knew how to fare
Better than a man’s pride.
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I am a romantic to the core
For I love the secrets of life’s lore,
The ones you look for, the ones you seek,
The ones that to your heart deeply speak.
What makes a great secret you might ask?
In my knowledge I shall no more bask:
A great secret is made not by light
But by the shadow behind it cast,
Its existence majestic as night
So long as impregnable walls last.
You may listen well but never hear,
You may look carefully, there and here,
Though with your soul or hands never touch
Only ever surmise such and such
For once discovered, secret no more,
And great legend quickly comes to bore…
Oh how I relish the sweet, sweet taste
The feral need, the urge to give chase
To these well-guarded and ever chaste
But deepest dark thoughts fallen from grace!
The blood boiling, running in my veins,
The ragged breath, the drums in my head,
Excitement as approaches my dread,
Harlequin smile; I rattle their brains.
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When steel and flesh cruelly met
Then echoed off a single cry,
And, from this live tragedy’s set,
Unseen from all, hidden in light,
Flew off a silver butterfly
Into the blue sky taking flight.
Symbol of love, symbol of hope,
What means this mysterious trope?
A single last word of farewell
From a lone heart to another,
Born from the most powerful spell
Second only to a mother.
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Tales of Ore 