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Winter’s night

I smell the stars and the moon They smell like fire and ice I’m staring into their eyes like a loon In winter’s deserted paradise

A cold sterile wind Is hardening my cheeks Winter’s unsubtle hint Lasting for days and weeks

My head’s to cold to ponder I feel slightly sedated My feet feel like six feet under My fingers are stiff and frustrated I perceive a serene decay Darkened tree bark is abound No fresh roses on my way Not much life has stayed around

I see no trails Just a layer of pristine white paint As I step it softly fails Whispering like a saint

Waiting for the curse to be lifted When the sun will speak the words To spring we will be shifted Accompanied by a song of many birds

#poem #poetry #poet

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Empty identity

Sad and empty identity I see you everywhere So easy you are to see Grand yet nothing to share

Words soaked in conformity A capitalistic pleaser Slaving away in the big city Acting like a little ceasar

Your race is always on A cup of bitter sweet No time to be done Devouring some fresh meat

Recognition is your drug With great words to impress Sipping from your devine mug Suppressing your self-inflicted mess

What is your destination? Where are you going? What is the value of your fixation? Where favouring winds are blowing?

Let your heart be soft Let your spirit be awake Let your mind be aloft Life has no second take

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Like wet paint

Waking up Falling into fate’s hand No possible stop Grabbing me where I land

I am the instrument of 4D Awoken from my sleep An animation of reality Awoken from the deep

My body moves on But my mind can shift Peaceful or on the run Focused or adrift

I live in a dry world My mind is always wet paint Kind of rampant and curled Never ever faint

Yet that does not matter My work is not yet done No place for a mad hatter No time for mental fun

But when I come home And darkness is abound My mind can finally roam Lifting off from the ground

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Repelling gift

I find myself adrift In an empire, my mind Lost with a senseless gift No one home for what I will find

I lost myself in sharing These bursts of artistic joy And found no one caring Naive as I was like a little boy

The opposite I have found Repelling who I have given Losing trust by the pound My heart has been riven I have come into a dark room Shouting like a blind old foul I could preach hope and doom To angels or a ghoul

My eyes are drowning My breathing weighs a ton Why was I given a frowning? Why have I been shun?

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The birth of the new

The birth of a new year is like the birth of a child. When everyone has gathered to behold this pure innocent beauty, a clean slate. Celebrating and being full of joy and hope. A hope for what this child may bring. Oblivious to the fact that the child will most likely be like its parents. And so this new year will most likely be like the past one. With all its beauty and ugliness. We celebrate, but what do we celebrate? The passing of the old that we have secretly despised? Or a hopeful new year where we expect new fortunes like a lottery ticket? The truth is that every day we progress through the timeline of our lives. We make choices. We have been making the same choices since the beginning of mankind. We are on solid ground. Nothing is new, everything repeats itself. The more we try to disprove this, the more our ancient human nature shows. When we are hungry we eat, when we are thirsty we drink. We want to live, love and be loved.

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The old and the new

When the old man passed away The young man was given his start The old man had counted every day A year was finished before the young one could depart

Fresh and new A bright new look With every hue Coloring an empty book

A soft resin not set Dripping from a tree of hope Nothing caught in its path just yet Anyone who can not cope

Memories have set with many names The fog is slowly clearing Bright are the skies lit with flames The past and future I see and I am hearing

A small step makes way My soul has a new view On my path I expect every day To be new beyond what I knew

Time will tell A tale of our lives How we got up after we fell How we made peace in our strives

#poem #poetry #poet #2020

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#meme #joke #jokes #fun #lol #memes

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Translation: They found the wolf by the river. He was sleeping against a tree. Silently they sneaked closer and CAREFULLY cut open the belly of the wolf with scissors. The forest animals observed with curiousity. What a wonderful children’s story! So nice to let the wolf sleep by carefully gutting him with scissors.

#children's horror #joke #fun #humor #story #funny #lol #jokes

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Descending into the soul

Lost for words Yet full of streams This blinding curtain hurts Feelings have become like blurry dreams

No thoughts escape from the deep They can’t come together I must jump where it is steep Float down like a feather

To find my feelings Explore my inner soul All my dealings Going down the rabbit hole

Here I am  Standing in a hall of fame Where nothing is hidden Not even my shame

I am surrounded by many things Engolving me with who I am Originating from many springs What I bless and what I damn

Now time flows as one All is as a whole What has began and what is done Everything being great nor small

I start digging like a mole And I observe this treasure The library of my soul So infinite and without measure

To know Is to truly live To let go Is to receive when we give

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Hope for the poor

The messenger of love is whispering the truth The messenger of love came visiting one day This messenger of love who gives eternal youth This messenger of love who is the only way

The passengers of time they seek to model clay The passengers of time who look to another way The passengers of time they don’t know what to say The passengers of time who don’t know what to pay

The lost and hungy cry Their time is short but lived The cost of what they try Is their humbleness as a gift

Their names will be engraved By angels in the sky Free from those who enslaved Their murders a far cry

The widows and the weak The children and the young The elders and the meak Will sing a christmas song

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The painter

He painted a picture Of a bird in a cage He painted a picture Of a chained human race

The man saw this suffering A voice told him so He placed his sole offering So everyone might know

A friend called him Jesus A friend called him snow A friend called him seasons Just so you might know

A place of receiving A place of Troy’s fate A maddening wrestle A promising gate

The friend called the lighter The candle was lit He ask for a writer A witness who’s fit

And now here’s the story The blessing poors rain For kingdom and glory He washed off the stain

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Life’s promise

What do you see if you’re going late Walking in the sunshine of your life Rushing along for another date Hoping she’s one day be your wife

Where do you hold on and belong Passing this life as another soul Letting your heart be filled with a song Hoping that one day you’ll be whole

It just ain’t easy to carry on There are no welcomes in many homes So many lives like a shooting gun Hearts separated by iron domes

Faces corrupted by so much blankness Souls of men just drunk with madness I search the ground for crumbs of frankness Finding illusions drenched in this sadness

But my hope is not lost yet There is something I can still believe My days were justly set A new blessing I will surely receive

There is a voice that speaks to me loud FInding my inside where hearts are lost Feeding me whispers like a terrible shout Telling my heart to count the cost

There is a voice who calls my name Giving me strength so I go on Calling my bluffs and calling my name He is my father, I am his son

Cast aside your anger and fear Let your heart be filled with glory Let your ear just listen and hear This old repeating beautiful story

Nothing is cast aside I arrive where I should be Feeling peace on the day I died Casting off why I couldn’t see

Glory glory glory glory Glory glory glory glory Glory glory glory glory Glory glory glory glory

it’s done

#poem #song #peotry #poet

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My beautiful love

She is always nearby Lying at my feet Her softness is like the clouds in the sky When my hands touch her as we meet

Her eyes are staring into mine Desire has filled her mind She is so beautiful, so fine My most precious find

Nervously she walks around Calling me with her husky voice A loud and somewhat desperate sound Forcing me to make a choice She makes me follow her Her goal is set She gives me a purr And starts eating like mad

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Nostalgic duality

The sun rises later And sets early on Even the greatest debater Can’t convince the sun

Short days of reflection What I have and what I’ve lost Daydreaming has become a distraction About what I have kept and tossed

These treacherous little lights Making me feel conflicted Burning in my mind at nights My state is self-inflicted

I feel sadness I feel joy It is madness I am a little toy

Nostalgic I feel And yet I feel lost My feelings are real But at what cost

A new year will arive A chance to live on To discover my drive When this year will be gone

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What should I write about?

I love writing poetry. Lately I had this idea of asking anyone to give me a subject to write about. I want to write about things by using my imagination, not what I experience in daily life. I will become a persona so to speak. If you would like to join me in this journey, please post a subject and the most interesting one(s) will be used.

#request #poetry #poet #poem

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The flux

If life was but a rainbow Vibrant and only to admire Like a colorful stream with a gentle flow Without an all consuming fire

Would I learn and progress? Become stronger in my days? Learning that less is more, more or less While exploring a million ways

Would I be among the wise? Calling myself a living being Who is born but never dies Never understanding and forever seeing

I fall down and I get up This path is my delight The will to never stop The desire to always fight

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Release of the carnal

Again you are rolling through my mind Returning like a stray dog begging for food Curious about what you might find No matter how bad, it always tastes good

Let me go and be gone Abandon this place that is mine Follow the moon and the sun Stay away, don’t cross my line

All that I am is in conflict My carnal form wants to possess My senses yearning like an addict Unlike my spirit who has perfect finesse

I am a miserable human form Born with a desire to serve my senses To fragile to tolerate what is to cold or warm To luke warm to tear down old fences

What am I to do? When my cry sounds in the dark The key is godly knowledge I knew That I keep in my heart in an ark.

When our spirits meet And my struggle is swept away You help me back on my feet Loving me, because You are here to stay.

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