If there is absence
Of anything in your life
Then s/he’s not the one
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If there is absence
Of anything in your life
Then s/he’s not the one
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Walking through the labyrinths of my mind
Like a crystal maze, going back in time
Stories create fractals of light
Piercing the retina of my soul
I spent too long trying to be
Someone else’s friend
But now I’m remembering the friend
I left back home who held the keys
To portals where we could be wild and free
She gave me a chance to explore
The universe with fresh eyes
With her the stars shimmer
A golden radiance that could tame
Even the wildest oceans
But through her eyes
I realise I’m one such sea
Crashing endlessly on the black
Sands of volcanic beaches
Crushing myself into a fine powder
Ready to be poured back
Into somebody else’s hourglass
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Emotional boy
He’s unable to express
La coeur de la mer
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If you jump I jump
Clouds only hold so much rain
Keep the fires burning
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Understanding you
Where crops beyond right and wrong
Grow in abundance
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I send my embrace
Like a dad, with affection
And full of friendship
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“The dark eagles, sleep and death,
Rustle all night around my head:
The golden statue of man
Is swallowed by the icy comber
Of eternity. On the frightening reef
The purple remains go to pieces,
And the dark voice mourns
Over the sea.
Sister in my wild despair
Look, a precarious skiff is sinking
Under the stars,
The face of night whose voice is fading.”
Georg Trakl.
Translated by Robert Bly; The Winged Energy of Delight.
It’s when what you need
And I do not have, don’t match
Then it’s time for love…
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The wrinkles in my furrowed brow
Echo the unmade bed where we once lay
Squeezing into each others nooks and crannies
A brief history of time etched into the
Corners of my eyes
From which I remorsefully rub away
The grains of sand deposited
By the tears of my memories.
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Crush me like orange peel
Smear me all over your body
Rub me into your pores
And allow my fragrance to
Erase all of your frown lines
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