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There is much to be said

About the infinite

Worlds deep inside my head

But I know not the words;

One must foremost feel it

Rather than understand,

A thousand little birds

Flying out of your hand

Into the bright warm night

As fire from the mist,

Burning the hands that fight,

Rebels from the snow-kissed,

All of the joyous laugh

And the deepest sadness,

Two faces of one half

In a lovely madness

Spinning in evermore,

Dancing in the silence,

Far away from the shore

Without a single glance

And, yet, a myriad looks

Lost in as many books.

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In truth, writing is hard.

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Over the years I have walked through

I have made many a mistake,

Still lost with each new card I drew

Always fighting a rising stake

Despite having lived through it all

Ready, to learn and to evolve

But always my life seems to stall,

‘Round the same errors to revolve,

I embrace it as a newborn

The rare beauties and painful throes

For why give up the feast to crows?

Oh it is this way that one grows,

Of course it was not always so

I dare say that I have matured

However heavens only know

The reasons which my heart captured

I wish and daydream as a child

Of things truly unfeasible

But my ambition remains mild

As at my future I nibble.

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More like taking a stroll.

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up is down

left is right

smile is frown

safe is plight

high is low

free is cost

hide is show

found is lost

light is dark

keep is steal

bite is bark

game is real

yes is no

soft is hard

stay is go

whole is shard

strong is weak

love is hate

hear is speak

will is fate

age is youth

youth is wise

wise is truth

truth is lies

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blood is glove

crown is throne

war is dove

all is own

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When time is ticking and the clock strikes

When sleep is picking and mocks likes

When dark and silence rise and fall

And when the worlds from beyond call

Wherever one may be

Whatever one may see

Whoever one may be

However one may see

The why is always the question

That must be answered after all

For the ultimate confession

Requires anyone to stand tall.

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Edit (16/08/17): corrected “When dark rises and silence fall” to “When dark and silence rise and fall”

Once upon a dream ♪

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There is one more thing

That I have to say,

There is one more thing

I want you to know

One last little thing,

One last little sting:

There is no other way

Than for you to go…

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Wait till I tell my wife.

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Always, forever, without a shadow of a doubt

She knew, she knows, her feelings remain true

Yet why is it that she is just about

To feel the storm upon her cheeks

What is this dark and vain

Feeling her heart begins to reek?

What is this excruciating pain?

What is this cold sorrowful rue?

Riding on board a golden train

Towards a new mysterious land

Can she see it upon this plain

And into the rivers of her hand?

Is it over already

Before it had even begun?

Is it the end of the road?

Her adventure already done?

But the possibilities were so broad,

And to explore them all she was ready!

How can it end like this?

How can it be over?

A single short instant

Without even feeling the kiss

For her to be impotent

And to everything miss…

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Another little experiment on my part (but aren’t they all?) which I don’t know how to feel about. Enjoy.

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There is hope in my mind,

As well as in my heart,

That one day you will find

Your play, the perfect part,

Perhaps not as the king,

The princess or the knight,

But rather, trust your might,

As a human being,

Complete and full by far

Yet with endless defect

For practice makes perfect

But life will always scar,

There is a role for you

Out there, a line to say,

Whether it’s old or new,

It is for you to play,

So rush out with passion

For your own favored craft,

And give out compassion

Without being too daft,

But remember : to breathe

And patience are the keys,

Their swords the warriors sheath

Until they cut the breeze,

Those virtues are your gods,

They will lift any curse

If, no matter the odds,

That try to block your ways,

You stay true and rehearse

With honor and always.

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He who acts does not waste.

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I have no more words, only tears,

I have no more birds, only fears,

Hope has not left me forever

But has gone away for a time,

There’s no more passion nor fever,

No more metaphor, song or rhyme,

Oh I know that it will not last,

However night’s robe has fallen

And its deep shadow it has cast

Over my soul, old and sullen…

I know summer will bloom again,

And my laughter once more echo

Once I chase away with bright fire,

This unexplainable, dull pain,

Akin to mirrors of Greco

Filled with warped regret and desire,

For I know where it’s growing from;

Yet, right now, the winter has come…

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Sometimes I am not myself and sometimes, sadly, I am.