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I'll lose our common ground
With every moment that I limp
Towards the story we left unbound
If you see me cry without my wing
Then weep yourself, it suits us well
To think right and then go left
Tired papers in their lonesome shell
Is all we can write for this crude theft
Scared of all yet afraid of none
How well it suits me, time and again
I rest my head willing to run
I know how deep I seem, how sane
How treacherous the rift, the peril
Chant by chant, moon by moon
The colour not more than my apparel
I sing to the wall, echoes lurk soon
I find resistance where we found our home

Hourglass

All hath one arrow
To pierce one starry sky
Yet thou fanciest more
To sing thy name the glory.
Every man shall know
That wisest daughter's silence
Yet thou fanciest more
To sing thy name the glory.
But one flying colour
Shall not bring you joy
For thou fanciest more
To sing thy fame and story.
And one marching soul
Knelt once before thee
Yet thou long'st for more
To sing thine eyes their glory.
One day thou shall meet
With a brave, witty writer
And thou count the pages
Of thine shallow, selfish story.

Now

Do forgive me, Time, for not allowing you to be
For all the lute music I played you has left you but dry
And each time I approached a rhyme to read you poetry
Your mirror fancied you a memory long gone wry.

Do forgive me, Time Shallow, for opening the week's book
And leaving you sound verses of blissful joy and rain
Yet every letter you feigned to have read you mistook
For a love proof that you thoroughly deserved to gain.

Do forgive me, Time, for not ever having loved you
With your damp soles you covered my eyes with fear
- Of what you leave here, a pure sign I never trusted you
- Of what you take with you, a sign you hold me dear.

Do forgive me, Time Precious, for calling you my sister;
For walking down the valleys of dread with you alone
Indeed I took your rings and tied them in a whisper
That nights will bring me faster to what you've never shown.

Do forgive me, Time, for burying my nails beneath the grass
For all I've been and am answers your claim to see;
I never lived, nor touched your oddities, but only let them pass
My age, my hands, all is but if future molds me.

Do forgive me, Time reveled, for not opening my doors to you
That I shout now, on your way out of my garden;
For late I call myself only in your presence, before your shy adieu.
'The Time has come now!' - and all stone starts to harden.

Answered

that The pond misleads the weary astray beyond the trees:
i know A dreaded myth of sirens and a faerie black
but One mind cannot redeem a childish tale
as Haunting and immortal spring of song.
what Understanding in three years has failed to seize
a Better heart can take six months aback
i hear Chants of five days ever of wail
but In twelfth hour my petals' laugh is strong.

that A cunning eye can but well deceive
what A greater light will always relieve

Bereit

Und wenn ich nicht mehr seh
Ein Sturm hinter mir weht
Neben mich läuft der Wind hinüber
Meinem Sinn entfernt
Weil alles, was Wasser mir bringen konnte
Genügte mir nicht.
So schweifte ich immer nach Feuer
Ab und zu fand ich die Flamme,
Doch zu kurz behielt es mich warm.
Und dann kam ich zur Frage,
Wofür das Laufen?
Ich ein Dichter? Mag auch sein!
Drum kümmere ich mich nicht.
Dein Ziel bin ich wie immer,
Und wenn ich nicht mehr seh
Dass die Augen dem Leben nachlaufen
Dann höre ich dein Lied
Dann spür ich ne Hand wie deine
Dann rauscht meine Stimme
Und bringt ein Ende wie meines
Dann wird mein Ohr so scharf
Dass ich alles fühle
Hautnah, meinem Sinn entfernt
Weil alles, was Feuer für mich war,
Genügte dir nicht,
So trägst du die Schuld
Und ich die weisse Fahne.

Voyage Instead of Journey

The bridge I saw was then no more to see
Aspiring to reach the most declined of heights
Under the angle of childish metaphors abounding

But I watched the flames bellowing below
And I reckoned the bridge would now be flooded down
My hands reached what my eyes would never

Under the angle of a terror rising under me
Aspiring to race and raise beyond usual delights
The bridge of stone inside the halls resounding

My hands obeyed resting against the flow
And I recalled, upon my head rested a crown
But I watched my army marching after whomever

The bridge I saw was then no more to see
Aspiring to reach the most proclaimed of rights
Under the angle of deaf sonnets still redounding.

Solely with a Purpose or Fancy about Black

And then I asked the interference
What perils a day could bring the year
Yet then two was too much
I lost my weary coherence
I embraced the curtains of the stage of fear
And they refused to watch
What I fancied was my best appearance
Seemed too small to touch me near
I wondered about great joys and such
Puzzled I struggled to gain adherence
Onto a veiled cliff of three smiles upon a tear
Still the flying man I assumed was Dutch

I asked the interference, but no response I gained
Still the question dwelled, I ask myself ere now:
Who is merely poor, the raven, be it dove?

Serpent

If I cannot fall
Then at least let me hear the ground
For all my strife comes down to sound
And sound gently gets to crawl.

If I cannot bear
Then at least let my hunger blaze
For all my power comes down to craze
And craze gently gets to scare.

If I cannot last
Then at least let my music cry
For all my voices come down too shy
And shy am I of dreams so past.

Stein wie Holz aussehend

Ich weiss nicht genau wie ich deine Ersetzung wurde - wahrscheinlich war dieser Ort mir viel zu lieb, ich konnte nicht darauf verzichten, deinen Platz so bald zu nehmen. Man konnte nicht wahrnehmen, dass ich einen solchen Schritt beabsichtigte, weil ich selbst keine Sicherheit davon hatte. Aber mit deiner Krone auf dem Kopf sehe ich gut aus.

Rant (Too Humble to Name it Poem)

To my punishment

I have lasted and turned away for a childish sense of freedom I refrained before I chanted the verse of light breaking secret territory before Jane came with carresses in a box of gloves onto the shoulder of a tear I salvaged but she was white before the sunset and with the daisy in her hands she punished my writing for begging for flowers of May after Jane requested a rhyme of forgiveness for breaking in and making an enemy of her blue raincoat that we know.

A Queen

Whose crown has reached a valiant angle
South from ever returning home
Whose verse shall always be detangled
Far from paths our wisdom roams.

Whose cherished reign breaks none to tears
Prior to any sea her weep refills
Whose patience mirrors seven hundred spears
Perishing while time conceals.

Whose beauty lies only in sight
Free to fall tomorrow
Bewitched with charms of open flight
Edicts all too thorough.

Correction - "cry over"

I never really am intent to find
The author of this dream now come to me
It was my head settled to wind
The darkest machinery of words, but it may be
Your head that sent it to haunt my sleep.

But you let your stoned heart loose therein
And your silly words falling near my aim
I never really am intent to renounce what's been -
Missing the target, dear, made you no longer my claim
So I am to warn you that the me in you has fled away.

I never really thought of you as cheap in aspiration,
But your power to fool my beliefs is most enchanting
I have eyes and I can see you're illed with absent inspiration,
I should acknowledge Dostoyevsky has a point in ranting
About lifeless characters of minds so willing to waste paper.

Imagining what you believed was my true self
Left me bitter with what you saw as your epiphanies
For I never thought of you as climbing up a shelf,
Waiting for the dust to play you bland symphonies
But perhaps none of them conducts your sounds like me.

Whatever monster I am mirrored in your poet head,
I shall attempt to describe me in words versed
Knowing it is twisted with dark, I doubt it is as sad
As your belief that I am too wicked for us to be inversed,
Yet everything you think is me, I fear - it's you.

I watch you quietly as you lend smiles to those in need
And recall the day you professed endearment to none
Sharing your idea that dull is he who has no greed
Of sounds of friendship and core-felt weighs of tone.
So my memory dwells in ice, find another fool to prank.

Before your weeping willow I lay my cursed sorrow that you know
To lock you with your aging promises inside me without air -
So you drowned your dreams beneath the bottom of my flow
And I could not touch them, you regarded them too rare.
Hard as my way into your mind I found, there was no beam at all.

So if I do not understand, your dictionary will present no help to me,
As every definition is half mine, and your half is but too hollow
I know how words like these can spoil such hearts as yours can be
But I treasure those who find ways back to me, a being but too shallow.
Prove me wrong in my belief that we are parted for eternity.

Beyond Myself

Thin and white shutters of eyes I found then so bright
And Earth was in sorrow, hungry for his despise
His rhymes did not rhyme, but he would like mad still write
Only for black dignity, only to seem wise.
Smoke revealed his silence, darkened with every phase
Boiled in ice and doubled by vicin pearls of gold
Encrypted in crossroads so worthy of the chase -
Bending rules of word - crying - in secret dreams mauled.
Only for black dignity, only to seem odd,
He would find his title, surnames he had enough -
He was named Conscience, my mind made him a fraud.
'You were beside me in finest and darkest times
I gave you way to attempt escapes every day'
'And you were so distant in my hours of crimes
And I would not leave you - I reckon what you say
As part of your tainted wisdom, red and unveiled.'