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The sages say
Only idiots
Do blindly dash
Towards their goal,
Run all the way,
Non-initiates
Who might soon crash
And lose control.
But what sane mind
Would open heart
And soul alike
With no restraints
To the same kind?
Only through art
Can others hike
Through what love taints…
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In this atmosphere I feel
Like a young man at the heel
Of a gigantic mountain,
Beautiful under the sky;
Of nothing I am certain
Only that I wish to try.
In this unknown maze of star
Lost in a wild sea of smiles,
I will walk farther than far,
I will cross a thousand miles,
Centuries may come and go
Before the answer to this
Great, old riddle I may know;
What, in that time, will I miss?
In my heart I know the truth
But I shall not cut the root
Of this tree yet, for my youth
Is still green and my hope strong,
I await the promised fruit,
I want to witness it bloom
Even were I to be wrong,
Even were it my own doom.
I will smile and laugh and dance
Under sun and wind and rain,
Oh I am sure of my stance
Whatever may come, sweet pain…
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♫
Hega hega ya-hi-ye-hega
Ya-hi-ye-ne-he hega
♪
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But is it true?
Oh forever
In love with you,
For an instant
Cool my fever
– Melancholy –
Of how distant,
Or even if;
This, my folly.
You are perfect,
Upon a cliff
Of true respect;
Free from all fear,
You so, my dear?
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I want it all
I want it now
I want to fall
And just allow
Myself to sink
In this deep pool
No more to think
Of when or how…
I am a fool,
That much I know:
You deserve wow
And so much more
But can I show
That I adore…
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Oh up is down and down is up,
There is no darkness without light
Not a struggle without a fight
When you are but a newborn pup,
The world is spinning all around
Keeping your feet firm on the ground
Only, you yearn to touch the sun,
You yearn to live, to laugh, to run,
Only, you learn to look away
You learn to give, take half a way
Oh, up is down and down is up
How simple is this small mix-up
Like left is right and right is left,
How have you not ever noticed
That the reason so long practiced
Was truly this world’s greatest theft…
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I hate your bright, warm smile,
Oh I hate your loud laugh
And the way your voice sings
When I make stupid jokes,
I hate the way you gaze
At me from time to time,
I hate that you see through
Me even if you don’t,
I hate the way you play
Thoughtlessly with your hair,
I hate your joyous smile
And your grandiose dreams,
I hate your cute freckles
And the blue of your eyes,
I hate that you are close
And yet so far away,
I hate this strange feeling
I get, staring at you,
I hate the way you are,
I hate the way I am,
But most and above all
I hate that I do not…
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The Book of the Damned, chapter 8, verse 5.
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De ces mots le vrai sens
Tu ne connaîtras point,
Reflets de mon essence,
Je les cache avec soin
Par myriades d’images
Que jamais je n’émonde,
Tel un sorcier, un mage,
Façonnant ce grand monde;
Dans mon esprit, le corps
Est sculpté sans défaut
Mais son coeur dort encore
Et son rythme bat faux,
Cependant je me perds
En méandres obscures
Sans même un seul repère,
Que je ne me torture?
“Ô, pourquoi ne renonçes
Tu à cette folie?”
Entends-je bien souvent
Ceux-là m’interroger
Et pour toute réponse :
“N’est-elle pas jolie ?
Et le chemin devant
Point qu’à son périgée ?”
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Ouais, ouais, pas grandement qualitatif ce soit…
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The poet stands over the desk filled with paper
He stares into the worlds that he has created.
Has he lost all control, were his efforts wasted?
If you gaze long enough what will become later?
Slowly, relentlessly, an unsure, steady hand
Carves out beautiful truths that slowly come to life
But my dear reader can you really understand
The power she holds over him, this jealous wife?
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I thought this was the end
But it has just begun,
Now, in each hand a gun,
A message I must send…
There is no time to wait
For vengeance does not rest,
To some it might come late
But patience is its test;
Let us ride forth now, boys,
Death thirsts for fresh new blood
And we are but its toys
Riding upon the flood.
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Sometimes theres is no word to express what you feel,
No real medication to simply make you heal,
You have to bear it all, you have to make it through,
It does not matter how nor does it matter when,
Whether it might be now, whether it might be then,
Just remember when you look back on this : you grew.
I know that a picture can be worth a thousand
So if I were to tell you all the pain there is,
If I were just to try to paint the marvels and
The struggles of this world that has for long been His
I would describe a sky stretching over the sea,
And a desert of sand floating into the night
As trees of emerald stretch as far as one can see
And everything feels good, and everything feels right,
But then comes a tempest and the wind starts to howl,
The earth itself is shaking and the sky rumbling,
Everything seems over and the world is crumbling,
And you can’t stop feeling lost in this time so fowl;
Seconds stretch into minutes, days, years, centuries,
When out of the darkness come alive your worries
And you find no answer – away goes all reason…
But what is that, I see upon the horizon?
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Tales of Ore 