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faithless

The most ardent of desiresOh to be consumed by thisFire, each time I look at herShe takes me a little higherToo late I see how far I haveNow to fall, it was my heartThat fooled me when she firstBeckoned me with her call Cold is the windowpane, coldAs the secrets of a heart leftUnspoken, promises we sworeWere unbroken, I wish I couldPierce the hard diamonds fromHer eyes, rip from her lily…

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The Most Beautiful God

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The Most Beautiful God

The most beautiful God With his hands he heals With his eyes he sees far Further than the mortal Mind can see, with his lyre He sings songs to set even The coldest heart on fire Outlined by the sun Beguiler of man, our End, he sees it written In the sand, the world Revolves over stones Fleeting shadows and Twisted fates, he awaits What I feel is what I am So I sing, so I weep, and My lyre plays the song…

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Joséphine

I am Emperor of France, I am Apollonian, even as death takes Me, Violets still they grow upon My grave, and my enemies will Whisper my name; Napoleon Gunpowder, O’ Minuit, gunpowder Crying out the name of our Republic Louder and louder, we carry the weight Of our legacy on uniformed shoulders We are the beholders of conquest Victory sings, for us I was nothing once, just a man with A gun and a name and a…

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A Threadbare Coat

The sky is dull, the moon is black My garden covered all in ice and  Snow, I wear these beads at my  Throat and with idle hands I stroke The withered edges of her coat 

Melancholy, I pray you remove Your hand from my chest, heavy As a tombstone around my neck Each night I ask the girl outside  My window, do you love me still?

Demon at my door, listless eyes Can feel his weariness like the Ache in my…

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It's better than I ever even knew

They say that the world was built for two

Only worth living if somebody is loving you

And, baby, now you do

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This World

You know it too though, don’t you? Anyone who has heard the anguish of the violin, or the sound of weary fingers on piano keys. Anyone who has felt pierced by emotion, as if pinioned by the singular arrow of God. Anyone who has observed the wind tossed sea, the first snow, the glittering meadow, and wondered at the beauty that nature bestows upon us. If you have loved, if you have lost, if you have wept until your knees buckled from the force of your own emotion, if you have been overcome, utterly lost, then you have known. You have known just a fragment of this multifaceted mirror, moving deep within you. Like a glass shard in your heart.

If there is indeed a God, then that is where he persists. In that unspeakable beauty, in the afterglow of a storm, in the unknowable quantity of mystery that possesses this world.

I wish only to embrace him, as if we were old friends. To wander on the seashore, some day, and feel once more what I felt as a child. For though this world exhausts me, I sense sometimes the shadow of what so often haunted me when I was still young enough to believe in something beyond what is currently perceivable by humanity. I wish only to illustrate this shadow, to bring light to what lies hidden.

Tolkien once spoke of this when he wrote of the passing of the Elves and the coming of man. He recognized the departure of the old world, the dying out of a certain humankind; of poets and scholars and madmen. All to be replaced by the new society. A society that translates thoughts and actions into machines that parrot them through a million networks into 7 billion minds.

Some say God is dead, but I see him still, in those few wonders this world has not turned to dust or used as some means for further destruction.

I wish I didn’t know this world.

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We don't need to downplay We can keep it on the low I know how to play the role Mind games, ain’t no time for mind games I know you know what I want though Show me, if you think you know me I want you to have control Take me out of the comfort zone

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You stole a rose, so you must die. — La Belle et la Bête (1946)

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endless list of favorites:

LA BELLE ET LA BÊTE (1946)

You could have taken anything except my roses.

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Belle’s blue dress from La Belle et la Bête (2014)

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La Belle et la Bête (2014) dir. Christophe Gans

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Beauty and the Beast (2014) dir. Christophe Gans

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Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.

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Her handsome Hero

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I spent two months in Poland this year, and I love this. There’s something so wonderful about being able to speak a little in the language that is native to a country, even if it’s minimal. I think it means a lot to the people who live there that you even put in some effort. 

Hey how was Poland?? :D

I was going to make a post about my thoughts on Poland and my experience there but now since you asked, I’ll do it as a reply 😄 I don’t even know how to describe how much I loved Poland. It exceeded so much more on what I was expecting that 2 weeks felt like 2 days. I visited a few cities/towns - Będzin, Częstochowa, Sosnowiec, Wojkowice, Oświęcim (Auschwitz), but obviously the main part was the beautiful Kraków.I haven’t visited a lot of countries and big cities before but Kraków was honestly the most beautiful yet. The fact that I was in Poland was already too much to handle. Favorite parts? I’m not a big fan of churches but the Bazylika Mariacka church was so astonishing and marvelous it’s definitely something I won’t forget -

Wisła and Waweł were also very beautiful but we didn’t see much of them unfortunately. Though, I think my absolute favorite was a lake we visited called Zakrzówek. So serene and magical, something I never ever see on Malta so that was very breath taking - 

The trip to the concentration camps of Auschwitz were quite interesting and we really enjoyed seeing a historical aspect. 

Wandering around the streets in Kraków, seeing simple signs in Polish such as “lody” or “zapraszamy”, gave me so much joy and such a burning desire to continue learning Polish. I never spent one day not trying to speak the language. I met so many nice and kind people and I loved how every time I said “mówię trochę po polsku”, people’s eyes just light up and smile so big! My friends also took advantage of me knowing Polish because they spent the entire trip wanting me to order stuff for them or to translate something 😂 I definitely want to return and visit more cities like Warsaw, Gdańsk, Poznań and so many more. Thank you for asking!

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