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A thousand beautiful sounds in the deep

Lively shouting, crying, whistling, singing

A thousand unique voices we can’t keep

From fading, disappearing, dying,

Now, as a haunting silence spreads

Over all the natural world,

Of the once rich cloth, only threads

Remain, waning away, fumes whirled.

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Not sure about the ending, I was hesitation with Remain, withering in fumes whirled but didn’t find it as poetic…

Really interesting article to read by the way, about natural soundscapes that have lost their rich background and still keep on disappearing today, little by little but always faster. Soundscapes that we might never recover, even a little.

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For it is not enough to simply know the way

You have to be willing, try your hardest to stay,

Nothing in this wide world can be simply given

It has to be worked for, whether earned or taken,

Oh but I see you come, contesting what’s above:

“And what make you of this little thing we call love?”

Well let me please explain, once a heart is captured

-Love isn’t just some game- one must have it nurtured.

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Is he a demon or is he a man?

Is he a genius or just a madman?

Otherworldly being, consensual,

Man of masquerading, so sensual,

Dancing, singing, he lives for partying,

Laughing, loving, through madness journeying.

Welcome dear, to his dark twisted mansion!

Palace of voluptuous, carnal passion!

If you let him take you, oh strange journey,

Devil, not so thorny, rather horny,

Might even go for a double feature!

But of no picture show, you poor creature…

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Damn it, Janet!

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As it stands in front of me,

Quiet and calm little sea

Trapped in a see-through armor,

I cannot help but wonder

If it still yearns for the wide,

Deep wild ocean and its tide.

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Child let me tell you this:

Do not falter, don’t waver,

Do not doubt nor quiver

When you follow your path;

Follow your strongest love,

And soar up high above,

Oh do not let others

Doubt your own decisions…

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It goes about its day,

Not caring ’bout what may

Happen or may not be,

As carefree as a bee.

A sky with golden mane,

The ocean its domain,

Wandering aimlessly,

Marvelling gracefully,

At the world it can see,

Out there beyond the sea,

Only the horizon

Limits its vast kingdom,

Time itself can’t wizen,

It’s passion for freedom.

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Stand

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They tried to take me down,

They tried to make me drown,

Hateful words and comments,

No care for sentiments,

Their words cutting like knives,

-On my pain, oh it thrives!-

Tried to drive me crazy;

Everyday was hazy,

Drowned in a world of pain,

Trapped inside my own brain.

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But at the end of the tunnel,

I saw a light, a bright fire,

And all this hate, I did channel,

To soar above, even higher.

A helping hand, just a kind word,

Helped me take arms, bring up my sword,

I could have fought but I did not,

Choosing to erase them from thought.

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They tried to take me down,

They tried to make me drown,

But I stood up to them!

My friends, hear this anthem!

The pain, I shan’t forget,

Though never will I let

It rule over my life,

Again give in to strife.

For I am my own man,

The one who draws the plan,

Yes! I am now certain:

No matter gun or knife,

I am the sole captain

Of this ship that’s my life.

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We know that violence solves all; fight fire with fire!

Despite whomever this truthful fact may appall,

The best solution -it is known-: to kill them all,

So as not to let the body count get higher.

As the saying goes: sticks and stones may break my bones,

But words will never truly hurt me. They are tame.

After all we stand above, upon golden thrones,

All free from any blame and basking in true fame.

Oh do know this, guns and bombs may shatter our home,

No matter! We will stand strong, face the enemy,

For we live in a land protected by free-dome,

And I will not let these strange, mad words affect me…

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In the belly of its mother,

The seed, once nourished, grows stronger,

Flourishing with the good weather,

And without, just taking longer.

One day it sprouts out from the earth,

Fragile green spot against the world,

For itself creating a hearth,

Withstanding all that’s, towards it, hurled,

Reaching far up for the heaven,

To devour light so craven,

In its life, many trials cleared,

From birds and insects, a threat looms,

And there is always to be feared,

From the day it’s born ’til it blooms.

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Not my best work, but it’ll have to do… x)