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Partout du bleu, rien ne bouge

Rien n'importe, tout s'éloigne

Plus bas coule un jeune homme vêtu de rouge,

Qui serre une écharpe dans sa poigne

Plus profond. Les yeux bleus pâle se ferment.

Il revoit pourtant son sourire.

L'apparition s'approche, le souvenir germe

Comme au premier jour, il la revoit rire

Plus profond. Une lente torpeur s'installe

Il pleut. Sous une ombrelle, deux amoureux

Sous le manteau le coeur cavale

Timidement ils échangent un baiser, puis deux.

Plus profond. Au loin, une toute petite lueur.

Les ténèbres grandissent. Il n'a pas peur.

Les spectrent disparaissent, c'est l'heure.

Il la revoit rire.

Plus profond.

Loin du noir, loin du silence

On ouvait apercevoir avec les vagues en pleine danse

Un vieux foulard tout flétri

Plus profond, quelqu'un sourit.

La nuit dans une dense forêt 

Résonnent les derniers mots de l'explorateur 

Envouté dans le noir par une brève paleur

Flottant doucement au delà du marais

Emu par un étrange cortège

De petites et folles lanternes

Qu'entre les arbres à peine on discerne

En suivant les feux follets c'est l'esprit qui s'allège

Dans les ténèbres, le chant des lumières

Dans le silence dansent les lueurs

Et dans les yeux meurent les clameurs

Au delà de la forêt, au dessus d'un marais

Flotte l'âme de l'explorateur

Suivant dans la brume d'étranges clartés.

I believe! I Believe! Lord, help my unbelief

I believe, I believe, my constant motif

I believe but don't grow

And my faith doesn't show

Because I can't be bothered to “do”

I know faith is given, not earned

Yet here I sit unconcerned 

I'm given to resting 

When I should be testing

To see that my faith is real

“You shall know them by their fruits”

But seeds planted on stones don't have roots

My apathy grows

So nobody knows

That I don't follow what I believe

The path down below is a slope

So gradual and smooth that you hope

It stays just the same

Like a current so tame

But leads to a waterfall

I'm not living, or learning

I'm sitting and burning

Lord I want to live

But not if I give

My time or my life

My comfort for strife

Is there an easier way?

You said believe and I shall be clean

Believe, and come home again

But how can I start

If only my heart

Wasn't an armchair theologian

Hope is a candle in a sea of darkness, eagerly awaiting the sun. 

Trust is a drop of the purest water, in an ocean full of desert sand.

Loyalty is the assurance of your own two feet, that you will stand.

Love is a bubbling geyser; filling, and rushing to overflowing. 

Empathy is a mother's love, from someone that you don't know.

Peace is an ocean of glass-like water, that ripples of war cannot move.

Honesty is a pure wine, with no dregs to ruin the taste.

Every single note was a song in itself

And every little breath was a melody

And I, a painful ripping squeal

That bellowed from inside of me

Her crimson lips had softly smiled

As she sang angelically 

But no more than a dissonant chord

Was the best that I could be

Oh, angel of the nightly song!

How wrapped in you I have become!

How can I go, and sing alone

Shouting like a falling drum

I can't forget your heavenly voice

That pierced the ever-present noise

Through sky and the pervasive smog

To me, whom naught but death employs. 

I can't tell where I'm going

Don't know where I've been

But I feel I'm moving quickly

And I guess that's all there is

I've gone round in my head

Side to side within

Reason had too much sense

Foolishness left me behind

Walking to a dirt-road crossroad

Guess I'll say hello

Whiskey from the heavens

Daniels in my veins

Traveling to hell on that southern gothic train

Baptized my humanity in the river

Left my soul with the morning star

Guess I've lost it all

They say that those with nothing left

Have nothing left to lose

Well hell, I'm far past that

With no future, and no past

Don't mess with me, son

Or my face will be your last

Whiskey's long gone now

But the moon's still shining bright

And there's heaven to gain

But hell to pay

The brass is still warm

But I'm cold as the grave

Dramatic tunes play in my mind

as I wait in bed for your replies

Took a trip, tried to listen to

A Brief Inquiry Into Online Relationships

But boy, I really should take note

that 1975 was never the year

that the internet was born 

then lives got weird

Dramatic tunes swirl in my mind

Nauseating and mesmerizing, all at once

I trace all the pieces I could find

to draw the image that may resemble you

and draft the letters I could think of

but never would I send to you

Dramatic tunes leech on my mind

Trying to design my last demise

The nothingness on their side,

churning violence all coincide

Dramatic tunes play in my mind 

As I wait for your replies 

The darkness would soon arrive

here and hear my last goodbye

The flock of crows are closing in

Floating just three feet above

But then I feel my eyes flinch

As the phone buzzed

Do not weep for me now

For I am back in my mother’s arms

Do not morn another day

For I walk in peace

With those who have been waiting in the light

To share their everlasting love

Do not be saddened

For I have been blessed with your love

And carry it in my heart

To my new plain of existence

Do not be afraid

For I am a part of the light that shines down upon you

And brightens your way towards your future

Do not feel lonely

For I am the one who will watch over and protect you

Until we again walk hand in hand

To our eternal place of peace