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♪
What a feeeeeeeeeling,
bein’s beliiiiiiieeeeeeeevin’
I can’t haaave it aaall,
now I’m daaancin’ for my liiiiiiiiiife
Take your paaassion,
and make it haaappeeen
Pictures come aliiive,
you can dance
right through your liiiiiiiiiife.
♫
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There, in the dark.
Deep in the ocean, at the bottom of the sea,
Where no man’s ever walked and it’s too dark to see
Lives an ancient being of colors never seen
Swimming in ocean deeps which we can only ween.
Anything hallow, anything mellow.
*
This story took place, be told my deary,
By a night like this, cold and dreary.
Came a strange fellow, old and weary,
On a steed of stone, mold mystery,
He offered riches, golden jewelry,
To those who would dare, bold and fiery,
Bear an ancient curse, ten fold eery,
Then, vanishing in the wold, leery.
A bit of poetry.
You
You. So bright and breathtaking, so beautiful and shimmering.
The sun of my nights, the moon of my days.
The one which I seek, the one I want to please.
Oh so happy am I with you, nothing else I desire.
Your bright warm smile and shining eyes,
Your soft hair of flowers, a musk to remember,
Frames the face of an angel from heaven come
And pushes away the nightmares that, from hell, rose.
Whatever I do, whatever I say, wherever I go
No matter what may come towards my way
Nothing can drive away the honey in my heart
My body, my mind, my soul are forever yours.
You are perfect, you are flawed, you are strong and yet fragile
You are near, you are far, you are here, you are not
You make may heart beat away all the seconds of my life
You make me love you always more, passion burning to my core.
And you make me want to drop it all, to love and fly away,
And… you… And you… I…
Courir, mourir.
Morte.
*
Running and living,
Stopping and dying,
There is no fighting.
.
No one trenscends
We can only flee,
Run far away,
As far as possible.
.
No one ascends
No matter how fast,
Run far away,
He* always catches up.
.
An iron grip,
Never letting go,
Fingers so cold
It rips even your soul.
.
Faster, farther,
It’s the only way
Longer, harder,
To live. Running always.
.
Running and living,
Stopping and dying,
There is no fighting.
Yup. A jolly story is it not?
*Of course. Who doesn’t know Death is a he?
It’s been a great ride for me. I truly hope it was for you too. Goodbye.
A police officer, a spaceman singer
And a dark professor all walk through a door.
Each with a smiling face, in their hearts no fear,
Each prepared for the ride that stops nevermore.
.
This sounds like the start of quite a dirty joke,
Written some years ago by a funny bloke,
Sadly though, as I wake, it is all too true,
To me, to them, all those left behind by you.
.
I will not cry for you, not cry my heart out…
I might cry. I might swear; damn, this is no fair.
But what is done, is done; ha, breathe in some air.
.
You’re gone, forever gone; I think I might shout.
No. Be strong, be happy; safe journey, you’re home.
A star, a snake, a cop ; do say hi for me.
Thank you and au revoir.
Tragicomic
Tragicomic
***
Welcome to your life; there’s no turning back,
I’d never lie to you and that’s a fact,
I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad.
.
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down,
I’d run right into hell and back,
Going nowhere, going nowhere.
.
It’s my own desire, it’s my own remorse
Some days I pray for silence, some days I pray for soul
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
.
Nothing ever lasts forever
When people run in circles;
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had.
***
A little experiment, toying with ideas.
Not creepy at all. Not at all.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I’m in your bed,
I can see you.
*
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You’ll be soon dead
‘Cause I’ll kill you.
*
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Don’t be afraid.
I really like you.
Don’t ask me why, I don’t know… ._.
The angel rises despite infinite sorrow
.
A healer mysterious
…
Royal box from theft gone wrong.
Running water sings her song.
Traveling so far and long
.
Comes the man forever strong,
Never twice the same along,
Writing all that may be wrong.
.
Who is he, he who travels
The universe and its marvels?
In its beauty to revel,
Its mysteries to unravel.
.
To be revealed when all cards fold
The answer more precious than gold,
None know to this question old.
I didn’t really know what I wanted to do with that idea when I started working on it but here is what I came up with.
Cruel kindness
Of those two none survived. Who would’ve though it would end like this?
*
They were two, longing to be together.
They were but lovers hiding behind masks,
Fated enemies destined to one task:
Each ending the life of one another.
.
None had ever thought to even suspect,
Hiding away deep, in hearts that would melt,
Oh for each held their clan’s utmost respect,
The feelings they shared, the passion they felt.
.
Destiny’s child is wicked and cruel.
The war-torn clans chose champions to duel,
The two broken souls fought there, brave and true.
.
Dying gradually at each other’s coups,
To breathe just once more in each other’s arms.
And thus set the sun, its light bright and warm.
Another idea that just jumped back in my mind. I had been thinkign about something of the sort for some time but I only really got to it today. Not the perfect work, not what I wanted to end up with in an ideal world but here it is anyway. Enjoy!
Tales of Ore 