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What is this obsession

I feel rising afar

With some apprehension?

But unable to bar

From my head or my chest;

Too late, I am taken,

My world ever shaken,

I pray, hope for the best…

It is sweet and bitter

Full of dark and glitter,

I can feel its cold heat

Now spreading through my soul

And the unsteady beat

Of my heart no more whole…

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I once had a good friend

Who one day went away

Into the dark of night

As dawn was approaching,

I know not what became

Of him after that day

But sometimes I listen

In the wind, on the sea,

To the murmurs of birds,

To the whispers of fish,

For what?, I cannot say,

I listen nonetheless

For something ages past,

For something that will last

But always it falls back

Down after rising up,

The red leaf floats onwards

On invisible streams

Of glory and passion

To the ends of the world

And even though I know

I can never follow

The light in my heart burns

As my lonely soul yearns,

Sometimes comes a young bird

Whose song I recognize

And I smile for a time

Feeling luck in my veins

And I let myself bask

In such warm and sweet dreams

However in the end

I know this for a fact

The bird will fly away

And all will be quiet

Under the setting sun,

And I feel not content

Rather enthusiastic

As if as Hercules

I could now tame the world,

Oh more than that ! As if

I could go row my boat

Along the clear river

For years and years and years

Until the wise stars rust

’til diamond turns into dust

Until your presence fades

Until not time remains

I move without moving,

I fly without flying,

Until I reach myself

In this quiet garden

Until, with slow steps, it

Starts all over again.

I once had a good friend

Who one day went his way

Into the dark of night

As dawn was approaching.

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A poem without rhymes, is this real life? ._.

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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!

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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! ;)

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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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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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One step after the other

Each one slightly heavier,

Against the harsh cold weather

No more warmth to carry her,

But dawn is slowly rising

And with his voice still ringing

To ear, gently chastising

In her mind almost singing

A tune long-lost to silence,

They were two and yet of one,

She was his shield, he, her lance,

Her ugly duckling, his swan,

Lost to this world, however

To meet anew, oh, never ?

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I will keep on dreaming,

Walking on this tight rope

For as long as light is streaming

Even if it’s just a fool’s hope…

Oh in my heart I know

Already all those words

You speak to me like little birds,

I have realized long ago.

But I refuse to yield,

To give up, run away,

You may wish to become my shield

But I want to let my heart sway

For if I give up this

Feeling I have in me

Then comes a deep and dark abyss

Which will all but let me go free…

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As I first set my eyes on you,

I’m lost; I don’t know what to do.

To me you’re a complete alien,

Coming from another planet.

Goddess lost in the world of men,

An angel fallen from heaven.

And as you pass by you leave me

With, in the heart, a strange aching.

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Yet you’re so far away, from my heart.

Yet you’re so far away, unreachable.

I wanna shout your name.

I wanna grab your hand.

I want to yell out to you,

To tell you I love you.

But you’re so far away, from my heart.

But you’re so far away, unreachable.

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You are my sky, my horizon,

You are the border of my world.

I could stare at you all my life,

I swear I would never be bored.

I do want you with all my heart,

You strike me to the core, but yet

When I try to reach out to you,

I find myself unable to.

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‘Cause you’re so far away, from my heart.

‘Cause you’re so far away, unreachable.

I wanna take you in my arms,

I wanna kiss your sweet, sweet lips.

Oh I want to learn to know you,

To be able to make you laugh.

But you’re so far away, from my heart.

But you’re so far away, unreachable.

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I often dream being with you,

Sitting there and simply talking.

Speaking about irrelevant things,

And you, you just keep on smiling.

Just the two of us, you mesmerizing.

Just the two of us, each minute passing

To me there is no other star like you,

Always shining so brightly,

Perfect image of beauty.

I want, I try, to get closer to you.

I would rise so high, I would fall so low,

I love you more than you will ever know.

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No time, energy or inspiration tonight so here is something I wrote quite some time ago now, not really a poem per say, more like a song. It’s not perfect, quite rough even to be honest, but it brings back memories.