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Across these spans, between square photographs
I take the tomes, and pull apart their halves
The dust is wet, as are my eyes
My fingers tinged, from my unspoken cry
Your face is thin, young as dandelion
Brighter too, a shining star of scion
What were we then, chasing shadow kites
And thought them high, as angels taken flight
Feather fallen fingernails by me
Point to where we’ve written all our lives
Just like a fog, burned slowly by a flame
The past shall drift, always making way
A kind of call, the wind that passes by
Coloured grey, from dreaming left behind
Taken with a pen of sudden memory
Even if the letters do not dry
The waxen moon, paling more with age
A mass of holes, more beaten by the days
A flipping book, counting the leaves to go
While I remain, on what I read ago
No tears for me, who spent them all in haste
There were the pains, along with bliss I taste
The room now blurs, all but your look to me
That gives me peace, the one finality
That this is all a shadow of the real thing
That made me turning old worth all my life
I take the tomes, and pull apart their halves
The dust is wet, as are my eyes
My fingers tinged, from my unspoken cry
Your face is thin, young as dandelion
Brighter too, a shining star of scion
What were we then, chasing shadow kites
And thought them high, as angels taken flight
Feather fallen fingernails by me
Point to where we’ve written all our lives
Just like a fog, burned slowly by a flame
The past shall drift, always making way
A kind of call, the wind that passes by
Coloured grey, from dreaming left behind
Taken with a pen of sudden memory
Even if the letters do not dry
The waxen moon, paling more with age
A mass of holes, more beaten by the days
A flipping book, counting the leaves to go
While I remain, on what I read ago
No tears for me, who spent them all in haste
There were the pains, along with bliss I taste
The room now blurs, all but your look to me
That gives me peace, the one finality
That this is all a shadow of the real thing
That made me turning old worth all my life
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In With A Bang
These scavengers know how to place their explosives, do they not? I suppose dashing through the mines fast as can be was worth a shot… Fortunately our company made it through without any scars, Unfortunately she may decide the stone is hers and not ours. Brash and fearless with intuition sharper than almost any I’ve seen; The warrior’s roots in her ancestry are far-reaching and green. I may, however, have used the word “ally” for her too soon; She seems more interested in making you look like a goon. But I’ve also witnessed unlikely bonds be formed over time, And when it happens the feeling washing over is more than sublime! As for here and now, the best we can do is carefully roam And when the moment is just right make a move for the stone. Deceitful for a hero, you say? Oh if you matched my age You would know righteousness cannot shine on every page. Are you not still a human with needs that must be appeased, Needs that if met will leave the rest of your kind pleased? Use these
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Gerissener Faden/Broken thread
German version: Ein schönes Leben Plötzlich ist es zu ende Vom Winde verweht English version: A beautiful life All of a sudden it ends Blown away by the wind
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Bid Adieu
And so we sit, side by side yet worlds apart, in this barren room so dim. While you sever strings of the guitar, once your cherished hymn, I stain the canvas with the devil's rose, each petal inked in grim, Together yearning for this saga's dusk, to reach the final rim. They whisper of butterflies, messengers of love, of joy so bright, Yet those you bestowed upon me gnawed at my being, devoid of light, And the love you vowed, a mirage, far from genuine sight, So let this eve be the curtain's fall, ending our plight. So bid adieu, let's part ways, and start anew, cutting ties with the knife-
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Originally written on April 19, 2016. Who knows what I write, certainly not me.
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