J'ai grandi dans une petite ville.

Étés chauds, hivers froids.

Beaucoup d'amis, certains plus que d'autres

La première fois que j'ai eu peur, c'est devenu plus facile.

Personne ne pouvait savoir, notre secret.

Le temps a passé, je regarde ces jours.

Je me demandais pourquoi je ne pouvais tout simplement pas être,

qui j'étais.

J'ai toujours ces désirs au fond.

Je n'ai pas allumé cette flamme depuis très longtemps.

Je sais ce que je suis et qui je suis.

Dois-je le garder pour moi ou le crier

au monde.

Je suis......

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The Noblest of men.

Doing noble deeds.

I sit here in judgment of myself.

Wondering what is the price that

I must pay for my folly.

I See nothing but pain and contempt for all that was once considered beautiful.

The places and things that once held magic are now nothing but a useless crutch.

I, now in this season of winter, have I become as contemptuous as those who leave

their foul stench on the soul of humanity.

Do I not lust for all worldly things

but feel the weariness of the world.

Bearing its yoke upon my shoulders.

Do I not yearn to walk in the light but crave the solace of darkness.

All who look into the depth of my heart see only light and goodness.

I have battled the demons that taunt my mortal soul.

I bear the scars of combat

from a war that was never meant to be fought.

The darkness that has touched my spirit has never left.

It lies dormant, like a festering sickness, waiting for an entrance.

A weak moment.

It knows no peace, only the narrow vein that it draws its existence from

It is now a quest to the finish.

A duel that begins and ends

in the same place.

Following the path of the sun.

Doing noble deeds.

The Noblest of men.

Wondering what is the price that

I must pay for my folly.

I sit here in judgment of myself.

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I had this feeling,

Time is getting short.

I may never see the green of my mountains again.

Walk in the cool green of her lush forests.

Walk in the waters of her crystal streams.

Standing on the precipice of a spire looking out

over the rivers stream and lakes.

That held so much magic when I was young.

I remember looking with wonderment at a snow covered peak.

Marveling at the change of the seasons.

Remembering the cool spring days.

Watching the sunrise, dreaming of days far away.

Always knowing, this is home.

I may leave it, but it will never leave me.

So now the sun goes down on another day.

Standing on the precipice of a spire looking out.

Watching the sunset, dreaming of days far away.

I may never see the green of my Mountains again.

Walk in the waters of her crystal streams.

Walk in the cool green of her lush forests.

That held so much magic when I was young.

I had this feeling,

Time is getting short.

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Why am I so full of self-doubt.

Is this arrogance in reverse?

I feel conflicted and torn up inside.

I look at the world around me.

Some days I see darkness

Some days I see light.

The other day I saw a Nun loading groceries

into her car.

I helped her, she said I was an angel.

How can you be an angel when you feel like the devil.

She smiled and waved as she pulled away in her car.

Somebody turn on a light.

I can’t feel in the Darkness.

The awkward randomness of the shadows.

The minutes in limbo, that seem like days.

Where is my Muse, my pithy riposte.

Why am I walking around in orbits.

Am I trying to become star or am I just a bolide that’s fallen to the earth.

Again, I ask

How can you be an angel when you feel like the devil.

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I remember the things that my father taught me,

and all the things that I learned from him.

I never thought I wanted to be like he was.

I always wanted to be someone else.

I wanted all his wisdom, but I had no patience.

I wanted all his ethics, but I had no morals.

I wanted all his talent, but I had no knowledge.

He helped so many and was a man of his word.

He tried to teach me, the value of hard work and honesty.

I fell into sloth, deceit, and darkness.

I looked at myself with contempt, a parasite, a pariah.

I had become the monster of nightmares and pain

…. I was walking death.

I had done things, that should have had me locked up in chains,

awakened a demon that knows no peace, that lies dormant like a festering sickness.

I was beaten, defeated, I knew only darkness, a shadow walking through the trees.

Through time I found a greater wisdom, A paradox.

I was no longer my own God, demon, Judas, defeat was my greatest defense.

The mercy of surrender gave me hope.

No longer akin to darkness and shadow, I could be everything that he once was.

I looked in the mirror, and the monster was gone.

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I

La bataille du cœur fait rage de sa propre volonté.

Ne prêtant attention que brièvement au chagrin maintes et maintes fois.

Errant sans but à la recherche de son compagnon.

Traverser de grandes distances, retrouver l'ivresse de la passion.

Connaissant sa joie et sa douleur.

II

Les âmes plus courageuses n'ont connu aucune bataille aussi féroce que celle d'un amour qui triomphe de toutes les intrusions sur son chemin.

III

On pleure d'amour quand on n'en a pas.

Rêver de ce jardin, dans toute sa beauté.

Se prélassant au clair de lune, sa touche gentille.

IV

A quoi bon les lèvres, si elles n'ont personne à embrasser ?

A quoi servent les armes, s'ils n'ont personne à tenir.

A quoi bon les yeux s'ils n'ont personne vers qui se tourner, ou chercher.

A quoi sert un cœur, quand il ne sera que brisé.

V

Vous pleurez les chagrins d'amour.

La douleur exquise de l'amour brisé.

Magnifiquement parfait dans sa douleur.

Il est temps de déployer vos ailes et de voler.

Comment volez-vous avec une aile cassée.

VI

Au soleil du matin, je sens la chaleur du nouveau jour.

C'est vide et creux, parce que tu n'es pas là depuis si longtemps.

Les espaces vides dans les conversations

grandir plus longtemps.

Les moments de silence gênants à la recherche de quelque chose à dire.

Distance dans chaque mot et chaque ligne.

VII

Le temps est la montée et la chute du soleil

Dans le vert et l'or de l'été.

Toutes les pièces manquantes.

Tous vos lendemains vous attendent

Mais le rêve est creux et vide

pour tous tes désirs.

Dans tes derniers jours, après

le chemin du soleil.

Les champs sont devenus gris d'hiver.

La forêt a perdu son vert.

VIII

Quand le jour tombe.

Tout est dit et fait.

Les ténèbres couvrent le monde.

La fin est venue.

Quand tout ce qui était divisé a été rendu.

Magnifiquement parfait dans sa douleur.

Pourtant, vous ne vous êtes jamais senti aussi vivant.

VX

Las dans tes pas

Combien de couchers de soleil y a-t-il eu

depuis que tu m'as laissé derrière.

Combien de levers de soleil solitaires avez-vous vus.

As-tu atteint pour moi

et n'a trouvé que des larmes.

X

Au fur et à mesure que les saisons s'effacent les unes après les autres.

Vert à rouge or et jaune à blanc.

Respirant un gros soupir à la fin de la journée.

Regarder le soleil se coucher.

Les saisons passent si vite,

comme des rêves perdus.

Un gouffre dans le cœur et l'âme.

Un feu brûlant, aspergé de cendres fumantes.

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Qu'est-ce que je ressens

pensées confuses.

Une plaie rouverte

refusant de guérir.

Je me promène comme un fantôme

maussade et vide.

Ne pas prononcer un mot

à moins de parler.

Ne pas vouloir être

partout.

Je pense à marcher seul

sur une plage au lever du soleil.

En regardant l'océan infini

se sentir petit.

Traversant les feuilles d'automne

sur un sentier forestier.

Mon esprit vagabonde.

Refuser de guérir

une plaie s'est rouverte.

Pensées confuses

qu'est-ce que je ressens

maussade et vide

Je me promène comme un fantôme

Ne pas vouloir être

partout.

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To face the truth.

A hard pill to swallow.

A Shock to the system.

The sadness in your eyes

the pain in your soul.

I feel the piercing look of anger and rage.

I see the love that once burned bright and danced like fire.

All the complicated emotions make it feel

impossible and scary.

I feel the pain in your heart.

You Can not hide what you do not feel.

Time will pass, the heartache will subside

all wounds will heal.

I Know the sadness in your eyes

the pain in your tears.

I feel the piercing look of anger and rage.

I see the love that once burned bright and danced like fire.

Still my bleeding heart.

The sadness in your eyes

The pain in your heart.

A hard pill to swallow.

The pain in your soul.

A Shock to the system.

The pain in your tears.

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What is this I’m feeling

thoughts confused.

A wound reopened

refusing to heal.

I walk around like a ghost

sullen and blank.

Not uttering a word

unless spoken to.

Not wanting to be

anywhere.

I think about walking alone

on a beach at sunrise.

Looking out at the infinite ocean

feeling small.

Shuffling through the Autumn leaves

on a woodland trail.

My mind wanders

Refusing to heal

a wound reopened.

Thoughts confused

what is this I’m feeling

Sullen and blank

I walk around like a ghost

Not wanting to be

anywhere.

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I

The battle of the heart rages of its own will.

Heeding only briefly to sorrow time and again.

Wandering aimlessly looking for its mate. Crossing great distances, finding the intoxication of passion.

Knowing its joy and pain.

II

Braver souls have known no battle so fierce as that of a love that conquers any and all intrusions in its path.

III

We cry for love when we have none.

Dreaming of that garden, in all of its beauty.

Basking in the moonlight, its gentile touch.

IV

What good are lips, if they have no one to kiss?

What use are arms, if they have no one to hold.

What good are eyes if they have no one to look to, or look for.

What is the use of a heart, when it will only be broken.

V

You mourn heartbreaks sting.

The exquisite pain of broken love.

Beautifully perfect in its pain.

Time to spread your wings and fly.

How do you fly on broken wing.

VI

In the morning sun, I feel the new days warmth.

It’s empty and hollow, because you haven’t been here For so long.

The empty spaces in conversations

grow longer.

The awkward moments of silence looking for something to say.

Distance in every word and every line.

VII

Time is the rise and fall of the sun

In Summer's green and gold.

All the missing pieces.

All your tomorrows are waiting

But the dream is hollow and empty

for all your want.

In your waning days, following

the path of the sun.

The fields have turned to winters grey.

The forest has lost its green.

VIII

When the day goes down.

It’s all said and done.

Darkness covers the world.

The end has come.

When all that was divided has been returned.

Beautifully perfect in its pain.

Yet you’ve never felt more alive.

VX

Weary in your steps

How many sunsets have there been

since you left me behind.

How many lonely sunrises have you seen.

Have you reached for me

and found nothing but tears.

X

As the seasons fade one after another.

Green to gold red and yellow to White.

Breathing a heavy sigh at the end of the day.

Watching the sun go down.

The seasons slipping by so quickly,

like lost dreams.

A chasm in the heart and soul.

A burning fire, doused to smoldering ash.

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