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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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Echoes in the wind

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From the mists of Elysium

To the fields of Asphodel

Let ring the belogerum

To the ears of infidels,

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Let who breaks in this sanctum

And dares, even, to rebel

Pay the price of the heirloom

And fall into warrior’s hell.

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The word not quite

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Any true writer, whether good or bad,

At one point gets this feeling:

The sudden discharge, the sting!,

– Illumination, idea so rad! –

A color, a word, or a memory,

Sometimes a single sentence,

Better in mind than paper,

Over and over, letter by letter,

Write, rewrite, scratch off and repeat out loud

Over again for a word,

But it, nimble, flies away,

Exactly like a small and fragile bird.

And, there, right on the verge of succeeding

It escapes and all’s for nay…

Begin again your sculpting

For an artist shall never be too proud.

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That is how I felt working on the sentence I was telling you in my last post!

I’m not quite satisfied with this one though.

I feel the ‘Any writer, good or bad’ is not a great formulation of the idea I want to convey… :/

Will have to come back to it sometime…

Anyways, hope you enjoyed! ;)

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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I will wait for you

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Always

I’ll be waiting for you, always and evermore,

Might it even portend standing before death’s door.

Whether be day or night and skies clear or tempest,

Not bending nor breaking but enduring fate’s test,

Oh, for you my precious, all I will sacrifice;

Any effort or pain I would gladly bear twice

Whether it would yield fruit or simply be useless

Because my love for you is ever so boundless.

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Leaves

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A lonely leaf lies on the ground

From sky fallen, now to earth bound,

Caught in the wind it flew away

Moving on towards a new day.

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I cannot say why this plain sight

Captured my eye with such delight,

And be one traveler, long I stood

Helpless to look away for good.

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In the middle of the footpath,

So far away from human wrath,

A single leaf lay on the ground.

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I know not what to it I found

But was my soul by this sight called

And so my heart forthwith enthralled.

Edit (29/07/2016): corrected “lay” instead of “lied”… ._.

The reason I feel gay

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Whatever might it be ? The reason that today

I feel so very gay. For I would even -glee!-

Sing my heart to a tree, and with a loud hurray,

Dance, run and laugh away, not caring who might see.

Is it the wide blue sky, up there, heavenly shroud,

I which some puffy clouds, to their hearts’ content, fly?

Or is it the bright sun, shining over my head

A thousand golden threads, and filling mine with fun?

I know not the answer to this complex riddle

But I shan’t stay idle and will make the better

Of what it’s to offer no matter how brittle.

With the warmth on my face and the wind on my skin,

Company of my kin, I feel right in my place.

Though, perhaps, I will chase that which they call lovin’.

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