Category: Poetry

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Revolt (Prelude)


The news dulls my senses, drinking whiskey like it’s 1920

Morning light shines in on bare walls, two years and still no art up

Love crazed/cold heart, how can both reside in the same body?

Selfish lack of thought, but don’t whine about it baby

Bombs dropped for peace, yet refugees kept out, stonewalled?

All in all, rather be six feet under than continue to suffer

The time to resist is always now

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Moudre

What is time? Ticking away at your insides,

never thought you’d be blood, sweat and tears deep,

pouring your youth away in the mill, and to what end?

everyday still struggling.

Better build a quick defense, better plan your next five years,

(I’ve got a love I’m going to marry, a little bit of money saved, and that’s it)

the bare truth is nerves of steel don’t get you everything,

sometimes even when you do all you can, you still lose,

(so lose with grace and rise with grit)

but what then, when the thunderous applause of your converted disbelievers don’t make you smile?

humanity is ravenous! humanity is a pity!

What is time? When a paradise is a sick day and a few miles away.

never thought you’d make it this far, but you have,

(take a breath, take to what you know best)

hold steady, mind clear, eyes focused.

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(Dés)accord

Tout ce que je peux écrire, ce sont des chansons d’amour,

Rien n’est parfait, les choses semblent toujours sans valeur parfois,

mais j’écris des chansons d’amour,

L’argent est jeté par les fenêtres et les factures restent, mais est-ce important si nous nous embrassons au printemps?

Je déteste ça, mais tu remplis ma tête de mélodies rimées,

Même quand je suis agacé ou déprimé,

Un câlin et je nage dans les métaphores et les tonalités majeures.

Alors je prends une demi-heure seule pour mijoter, jusqu’à ce que je sois à nouveau ravi par toi.

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