

L'inevitableLa nuit nous enveloppe De son ombre envahissante Et frappe, sans regret, à la porteL'inevitable
De cette pauvre mourante.
Cette nuit sans lune, sans astres Est, pour ceux du jour précédant Ce que lon considère un désastre Quelle douleur pour tous ces gens!
Cette grande peine est passagère, Comme est la cruauté de la bergère Qui, un à un, guide ses naïves brebis Au pré ou elles perdent la vie.
Chaque jour le vide cruel Emporte un envoûtant ménestrel Qui ne craint guère celui-c


EnlightenerEnlightener of the world, light of the free, I, with all possible admiration, salute thee And if I could, once more, look upon thy face I would be in luck, my grace, For now I see what you are, what you say, And for whom thou stand this way. I know, now that I have left thee, What thou really mean to me.Enlightener
With thy caring mother’s face And thy loving parent’s embrace, Thou watch the world and listen. Thou listen to thy billions of children, And answer only with what thou hold: In one hand, the guide to the True Gold And in the other, the numbers commemora


IlluminationIn the darkness of the night, While seeking light, I came upon something unusual… It was my shadow dancing, On the wall it was prancing and jumping, And then I saw the flickering source of light; It was you, beautiful sight…Illumination
The glow you cast on me grew and grew And I kept starring at you. But then you saw me and, without hesitation, You fled and left me in my dungeon.
Since that day I’ve been crawling in the dark Ever searching for a mark That your heavenly illumination Would have left for me to grow my love upon
And one day, maybe


Red SunriseThe morning, on sun rise When I rose from my bed, I can see your eyes And my cheeks turn to red.Red Sunrise
Everything I see Always does the same thing: It disappears gracefully As in my head I hear a ring Because when my memory blurs, I know it’s an effect of yours.
Anytime I want to look back At my low grade life I know my memory lacks Because I can only feel what injured my heart: your knife


Your EyesThe Earth and all her jubilee and might, and self-inflicted hardship overcome, and doctrine forged to settle wrong and right no more can tell her doctors from the Sun-Your Eyes
with science and scripture stirred and made the same, and idols cast from dirt and lust and gold, and sunlight ploughed and passed a clever name, and beauty culled and bought and used and sold,
thus, sun and beauty bound and in a mew, as each one treads your lashes and your hair, but glossy doctrines cast and mould and skew; and you can't tell the sunlight from the glare-
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My response to that is both profound and meaningful... Get you hair cut!
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I sure as hell don't want to write this, and you most likely don't want to read it. But now it's too late for both of us.
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I sure as hell don't want to write this, and you most likely don't want to read it. But now it's too late for both of us.
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My response to that is both profound and meaningful... Get you hair cut!
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