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Wasteland

Reading the words of past
Your present thrown in thy face
My eyes filled with tears of dust
Striving in this ocean of sand
Without sail, the horizon fast
The wind of time turns its face
Looking astray, my shore’s a dust
From an afar life it bans
Feeling the void you cast
That shroud without cloud I face
A glimpse of light, soon turned to dust
That red knife in your hand
Once, one we were as
Twin suns, warmth in our embrace
Now looking like deserts of dust
Eclipse of the Moon, I strand
The shadows of time past
A window on an empty space
Gazing the wind and never-ending dust
Lost in an ocean of quicksand 
Will the sunrise be one day colorfast
The meeting of life printed on our faces
Shimmering eyes free of dust
Walking heart and mind we understand ?
Walking the road hand in hand
Walking life and friendship on land
Walking away from wasteland
Walking as dancing music land
Walking, dancing, looking … living.
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Eyes Wide Chat

In the darkness, eyes that stare.
Crawling spiders; do I dare ?
Shivering spine; frozen face.
The Black eyes, my soul, enchase.

Dont know what your thinking aloud
Anything you should really be proud ?
Words loudly whisper through the wire
As your staring mystery eleviates higher.

Fingers warmly dancing in soft fury
Gently blowing a thin wind, so hairy.
A veil for the eye, a knife for the heart.
What treasure LIES beneath this chart ?

Evolution: a flower to the seed
Rain to the sky
On The edge of our seat
No excuses, no lie.
Curtain’s up on my eye.

Vaudelaire 
Poète des pauvres et pôvre pouète


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Search of a bearing

Lost at sea I have the memories 
of the light to stir me to shore
To where I once a heart had
To where to guide a light I had
Lost under thy sky no star to trail
my memories to thee horizon I bore
To where I shall a heart find
To where a Life I shall mind
Lost and found the soul of history
deep within a memory aboard
Within where never talked I forget
Within where thy self we get

Vaudelaire 
Poète des pauvres et pôvre pouète


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