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There, deep in the darkness
Lurks a silent nothing,
A great wide blue expanse
Born from mysterious chance,
You sail with no harness
Still searching for something;
Oh this wild world is rough
But your heart is quite too
And soon none suffices,
The virtues or vices,
For when you gaze into
The abyss long enough…
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There is so much to see, to hear and feel,
So much to experience on this wide earth
Once you get the courage to leave the hearth,
And decide the layers of life to peel,
Despite the little time we have from birth
We can see so much of all that is real,
Travel around the world from our own heel,
Dream of that of which we know not the worth,
So why is it that near these petals teal
My ship I cannot help but wish to berth,
What are these feels this flower seems to birthe?
And why can I not help but glances steal?
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J’admire, j’adore,
De myrrhe et d’or
Courir – effort –
Quérir l’aurore
Que dire alors ?
Je vire de bord
Ecrire rend fort
Décrire décors
Rougir – horror !
Ô sire ai-je tort ?
Partir, remors,
Avenir retors
Bénir l’ichor
Souffrir du corps
Pâlir d’abord
Maudire le sort
Mourir encore
Sourire qui sors
Offrir dolor
Et rire sonore
Ma lyre cantor
Martyr ténor
Délire dès lors…
Admire Victor
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In the end we all were there:
The close friends, the family,
Even the forsaken heir.
Knew we each other closely?
I cannot help but wonder
As you descend down under
About all of that which was,
About all that could have been,
In this moment I press pause
And replay all I have seen,
Trying to find the mistake,
Trying to find the tight knot,
I feel all that was at stake
Now that I can help you not…
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I close my eyes
and see her pass
Eclair de blond
et de violet
Many goodbyes
break me like glass
Que temps est long
sans son reflet
I see you clear,
bright existence
Je ne désire
point ton absence
I feel you near
in the distance
Mes joues rosir
en ta présence
And when this dream
finally fades
Et que je rouvre
mes yeux fermés
My life may seem
bathed in the shades.
Oh je me trouve
déjà charmé…
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Quand retentit le dernier mot
Et tombe la dernière voix
De tous ces étranges jumeaux,
Là, comme la première fois,
Le voile d’obscurité tombe
Attisant par là le silence;
Et de cette douce hécatombe,
Oh ! non sans quelque rutilance,
Renaissent alors les héros
Ayant insufflé mille vies
À la tragique comédie
Dont les musiques et chansons
Furent de grands et beaux hérauts,
Arborant des mines ravies
Lorsque le public leur dédie
Un vivat sans contrefaçon !
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I am your moon; oh discreet and soft is my glow.
A sweet and shy child of the mysterious night
Dancing in the mirror, always in your shadow,
I cast upon the world the echo of your light
Falling slowly, silently in ghostly pure beams
From the heavens above down to the world of man
For the lone poet’s heart to contemplate in dreams,
Millenia of wisdom condensed in a lifespan.
A never-ending dance of two eternal gods
Fated to never meet and never once embrace,
Each other to yearn for and forever to chase;
But I, sweet prince of day, hope, no matter the odds,
And will keep hoping on and dancing like a fool
Offering you my soft light, my most precious jewel…
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If I had to describe you in a single word
I would probably say that you are like the Sun,
This analogy you may have already heard
But let me show you why this one resembles none:
Because you make my night, because you make my day
And, far in the distance, for me you light the way
You are bright and shimmering, you warm my lone heart
Beautiful, breathtaking even, a piece of art,
A golden halo dancing in a sea of stars
Amidst a clear ocean, soothing pains of my scars,
Whether in my eyes or not your image burns true,
You are everything for which I have ever yearned,
Helping me moving forward until I pull through;
But try to get too close and oh! you might get burned…
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Tiptoe in the sand,
Smell the salty air,
A wave of the hand
In the soft, warm wind,
Look at the world fair
Your soul to unwind.
Here echoes the sound
Of eternal waves
Caressing the ground
Of a thousand graves;
Weary traveler
Rest body and soul,
Relinquish control,
The unraveller
– The wild blue ocean –
When comes tomorrow,
With its calm motion,
Will soothe your sorrow.
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Six months, three weeks, and four days, I have been on the road. More than half a year. Walking along the white line without any real goal. Almost wandering aimlessly. Not even knowing where I am. The wild. A beautiful place, the wild. A never-ending, silent world without any sign of human presence. Well, except for this old road of course.
The great plains surround you on almost every side. And in the distance, the mountains. Tall, dark and intimidating. Like a horizon they never seem to get closer. Or don’t want to get closer. In the sky either a blazing, burning sun or a grey veil of immobile clouds, as if the heavens themselves were dead. Nothing else in your field of view for a thousand miles, only you and the road.
So what do you do? Well, you walk for one. You walk and you walk more. You follow the road on and on, hoping to reach something or someone. Sometime, eventually. So you walk some more. You get tired, you get exhausted, so exhausted your legs won’t move or stop shaking. You get angry, you shout and yell at the sky, the mountains or the road until your voice becomes hoarse. Then you start running. You run as fast as you can, until your lungs start burning and you are overcome with dizziness. You get desperate, almost surrendering to this wilderness that looms all around and is always watching you. And you walk some more. But you never get anywhere.
So then, what do you do?
You start to think. You think about how warm the wind is, about how blue the sky has become. Then it starts to get deeper, it becomes more personal. Why are you here? Where is here? And then, later still, you begin to wonder if you’re not going crazy. You begin to reflect on who you are, to wonder who you are… But questions always come more numerous than answers. Who are you really? Why are you walking? Where are you going? Where did you come from? How long has it been since you’ve begun your journey…? Since you last ate…? And then you start to count… One, two, three days…
Six months, three weeks and four days…
Tales of Ore 