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For your eyes and ears

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She looks at me, I too look at her,

Her lips sensuous red, so are her eyes,

Oh things will never be as they were,

My heart broken from her muffled cries.

On her gentle face rolls a lone tear,

I’m trying but -useless- she won’t hear,

I feel helpless, simple bystander,

As if, of my very own body

I was but a helpless passenger;

All my words feel so very shoddy.

I can’t help but see her raw beauty

Or how strong she is in her weakness,

For in the midst of all this bleakness

She stands proud, fulfilling her duty.

She looks at me, I too look at her,

Her lips shake, I hear her voice waver,

Still she goes on, doesn’t hesitate

Despite the whole wide world she could hate.

As her head is filled with memories

Of joys, sadness and sometimes worries,

Still she goes on, no hesitation,

Dancing in the fires of passion.

She sings about happiness, past times,

Floating in these melancholy chimes.

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Would I dare…

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If I could, oh I would climb atop a mountain,

Which one, I do not care, despite fatigue or pain,

Once up there, high above all, my head in the clouds,

Where this white veil over the earth is like a shroud,

I would shout into the sky, I would scream to the world,

My fears, my anger, my joys, my love, all would be hurled,

I’d put my heart into voice and let it carry

I’d pour my soul and rejoice from my new aerie.

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I had my heart

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I had my heart upon hand

But, following your caprices,

Oh sadly you took it from me,

And now I am hurting.

I had my heart upon hand,

But you broke it into pieces.

I would have given it to thee,

And now I have nothing…

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Over the edge

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Here you finally are, on the edge. Not of glory -oh no, silly- you’re on the edge of the world, frightening isn’t it? From here you can contemplate the vast unknown, the dark emptiness, the infinite abyss. From here on it’s just nothing, on and on, for thousands upon thousands of leagues. Out there is the cold reality, the source of the fear that has been crippling your kind since the beginning of time, out there is the void. No light, no sound, no life. Nothing. From this point on to eternity. Few have reached this place -oh many tried but so many didn’t make it this far- and fewer yet have tried to continue further, to go… beyond. But -hear me well when I say this- none has ever come back. Once you jump over the edge there is no coming back. There is not going forward either. Heck! There is not even a forward to go to. Are you scared? Of course you are. But, my dear adventurer, my sweet sweet brave one, the question is: are you willing to take the leap? This is not a leap of faith, if anything it is a leap of foolishness -of complete and utter stupidity if you ask me-. This is a simple choice. No arguments, no pondering, no reward for your bravery, no prize for your achievement, just a simple act of will. A simple decision: whether to take the plunge or not. It is simple but of course it is not easy, is it, my friend?

Hahaha. I can feel your fear, your indecision. I know. But will you be man enough to make a decision, will you be foolish -or brave, whatever you prefer- enough to choose? Or will you just cower away like so many other before you? Don’t kid yourself, if you do this you will never come back. But if you don’t do it how will you ever know? Aha! There it is, the greatest weakness of your kind: curiosity. I can see its fire burning in your soul, the flames may waver at time but it is there, always burning, waiting to devour more and more. Whatever you choose, whatever you do, is entirely up to you. I will not stop you either way. But will you be able to live with the consequences of your decision? In any case, never will you come back here again. Oh…! Interesting. You have made your choice. So it’s gonna be like that huh? I’ll admit, I couldn’t be sure but I really hoped it would happen this way. The fear in your eyes, the crippling doubt eating at you, are always so much fun to watch, I can’t get enough of it! Well, not that it matters anymore, you’ve made your decision, now you will have to live with it, forever. But don’t worry, you’re not the first to make this choice and, if I may say, certainly not the last one. Leave your regrets behind you, no need to go crazy over this. Anyways, adieu my dear adventurer!, for we will never meet again. Know, however, that it has truly been a great pleasure meeting you and I thank you for this. … Oh come on now! You have chosen, no more hesitation, no more stalling, off you go now! The first step is always the hardest but don’t forget: your new journey awaits! Hahahahaha…

Ozymandias

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In a temple aeons old

Hidden in an ancient wold

Stands a statue tall and gold

Of a being long foretold.

On a throne alabaster

Before which none can muster

Courage, even lackluster,

Sat, of all men, the master.

A king with a heart acold,

Whose story time shall withhold.

As the sights slowly unfold

Before the eyes of the bold,

In this great hall no whisper.

By his side a giant spear,

At his feet: diamond river,

His face a mask of silver.

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Ozymandias was his name,

From the stars they say he came.

As grand and proud was his frame,

Dark and bloody was his fame.

Many years lasted his reign

In conflict, bloodshed and pain.

For the reason he became

King was his thirst just to tame.

None before could ever claim,

Nor after, to be the same;

‘Tis said he, without refrain,

What desire he would deign

Look upon, pursue and gain,

‘Til his eyes on it were lain.

‘Tis said he would never tire.

And too he built a tower

From earth and wind and fire

So high all things were lower,

That he wielded such power

Even the gods would cower.

An hommage (which I hope worthy) to the poem of the same name by Shelley.

I don’t know why but that name, Ozymandias, echoes in my mind and inspires me in ways I can’t really explain. It’s just so mysterious and unique…

They pass by.

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There goes one, and another,

They pass by: many an hour,

Never stopping nor waiting,

In a rush, always running.

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Some stand tall and proud,

As if rising to the clouds,

Others small and round

Anchored deep in the ground.

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Squared, circles or triangles,

Come in all angles,

Wooden, metal or in stone,

Made of all but bone.

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Each is unique but the same,

Existing without a name,

Though without them we’d be lost

And our trains would be but ghosts.

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Midnight dream

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‘Tis a midnight dream

In which it would seem

I am loving you

More than you ever knew.

‘Tis a fantasy

Of just you and me

Dancing round and round

Oh together bound.

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‘Tis a midnight dream

In which it would seem

I am loving you

More than you may see.

‘Tis a fantasy

Oh just me and you

Dancing round and round,

We, forever bound.

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Here is something I was stuck with all evening…

I don’t really know if I’m quite satisfied with it. I felt really inspired writing that but I don’t know…

Anyways, I couldn’t decide which version I liked most, the first one had a verse that is one syllable too long which somehow doesn’t feel right but does at the same time.

And the second one I find slightly less poetic.

I don’t know. You decide. Enjoy! ;)

Des quatre coins

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A magician came from the south,

– Traveler of vast horizons –

He came one day without notice

Bringing with him wind, sand and stars.

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Words all golden out of his mouth

Could mold from any one season

With deep power forged in pain twice,

Legacy of his avatar.

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Radiant silver tides rode in suite

Singing the words of the world song

In clear voices of angel pure,

Telling the tales of ages past.

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A floating scent, oh honey sweet,

Projecting an aura so strong

To any harm it was a cure,

For before her no evil lasts.

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The Last Unicorn

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So recently, well a few days ago actually, I have found myself being completely captivated by a single sentence that popped into my head at some point… I don’t know exactly when or why but it just did. And I couldn’t not think about it…

I have this small notebook you see, to write my ideas whenever I have something that comes to mind so that I don’t forget it and can get back to it later. Well in the middle of a class it sort of came to me and I kept repeating it to myself, over and over, and trying to voice my idea as well as I could, to put the perfect ensemble of words onto what was in my mind. Because you see, what I thought about wasn’t exactly a sentence, it was more like a concept, a feeling, the spark of a great idea that I immediately had to work on.

And it didn’t stop ’til the end of class and even then, I kept repeating it, trying to formulate it as best as I could. I started writing it, saying it out loud at the same time, working on it, re-writing, changing words, changing the order, and for almost and hour I was working on this lone sentence. I couldn’t explain why now but at the time it was evident, I had to do it, I felt this wonderful feeling of imagination, the rush of creation that sometimes takes over when I am working on my stories. So yeah. I just couldn’t help it.

Somehow this single sentence was comprised of an entire universe, it had its own deep meaning, its own complex story, it was a whole new world in and of itself. That is the best way I’ve found to try to describe what was going on it my mind at that time… You know, one of my teachers, who does a class on J.R.R. Tolkien and his whole work, told us that apparently the whole universe he created come from a single word he read in a poem at one point. Well, if you’ve ever heard of that or experienced something of the sort, or if you have felt a strange but exhilarating rush while writing or creating things (the ‘creative rush’ perhaps?) you know what I’m talking about.

So in the end I ended up working almost two hours on that sentence that time and then, for the next few days, kept it in the back of my mind all the time and still tried to make it perfect, I kept repeating it as often as I could to see how it felt. And finally I believe I’ve come up with a somewhat satisfying version of what I had in mind at that time. I can’t be sure because I still keep repeating it to myself now and then, but I feel like it got to a point where I can be proud of it. So here it is, I’m sharing with you the object of most of my creative thoughts of the past few days/weeks :

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‘For in time you will learn to know the wonders of life…’

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Yep. That’s all. I don’t know what t makes you feel or think but this is it. A simple, single, sentence. I don’t know why it came to me, or where from, but I’m glad it did because it somehow inspires me a lot and I feel that someday it might become so much more than just a sentence. Anyways, read it as many times as you want and enjoy! Or not. You choose. I just wanted to share my thoughts on this…

Also! Before you go! There is this video which I HAVE to share with you guys! I don’t know why but it’s a bit like that sentence, I can’t get it out of my mind and keep listening and watching it over and over. It’s so beautiful and moving. I can’t explain why exactly but right now, to me, it is. I don’t know why but some times, I have these things which I obsess over (a song, a video, a poem, …) and for a period I can’t think about/listen to anything else and it sort of becomes part of me and it inspires me and I find this feeling so great that I just have to try to share it! I can only hope that it will perhaps touch you too…

This is happening to me right now with the song The Last Unicorn by Passenger and more specifically the video clip that Nanalew (a Youtuber) made for it. I find it so amazing that I can’t help but share it with you so here you go, enjoy! :) :

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And we’ll sit on our single beds
Nothing on our hearts and tears on our threads
For we know the last unicorn is dead

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