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On se prépare, on se répare

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Alors on se répare

Le coeur afin qu’il brille,

De sourire et de larme

Ensuite on se maquille,

Et puis on se prépare,

De paillettes on s’habille,

On se donne ce charme

Qu’au public on distille,

On rit pour faire rire,

On s’en sert de béquille

Pour un temps moins souffrir

Les piqûres d’aiguilles

Qui nous saignent le coeur;

L’ennui nous éparpille

Et le temps nous écoeure,

Voilà donc qui nous pille

De nos précieux remparts

Et lorsque vient la fille

Du dernier grand départ

La volonté vacille,

Le courage chavire,

Notre âme se fendille

On ne peut plus gravir,

On redevient chenille

Exilée des hauts cieux,

Simple petite bille

Sans plus d’éclat précieux;

Une vie que l’on gaspille…

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J’ai essayé un truc.

Be hope

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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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A wish

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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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Up is down and down is up

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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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Hate the sin, love the sinner.

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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.

Garderem

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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…

The poet

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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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Gun

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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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A word, a thousand pictures

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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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