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Metaphors & Ruminations

It all dissolves like ice cubes at the bottom of a scotch,

Moments, people, places wash from memory with enough time,

The sad and painful past you can’t quite understand –

What drives someone to lose their humanity,

Is it in us all, or is it some sick anomaly?

You’ll never really know, nor is it necessary that you do.

Through agony shines in a blaring light,

The past feeds the present,

And at present you are strong and whole.

Forgive where you can and go on,

Brave as you flow along, steady in the path you chose.

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Into the Unknown

Strange path never tread before.

No certainty except passion.

Running through wilderness.

Feeling anxious, yet eager for the next big adventure.

Running full force into nothing, unafraid.

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Ténacité

élevé dans des sables mouvants, maltraité, battu, mais jamais cassé.

les rêves peuvent prendre du temps à se matérialiser, mais je suis inébranlable,

les lettres de refus et les éditeurs disparus ne me retiens pas.

jours ingrats passés de 9h à 17h,

sorti de l’épave pour bien plus que ça,

des vacances manquées joindre les deux bouts,

je persiste quand même,

je n’ai pas fini.
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Red Wine

Red wine passes through my lips, heals the hurt of the day,

this is not to say I recommend you mend all wounds with wine –

Knew a man who couldn’t put down his favorite way to block the pain, died of it.

But this full-bodied cabernet distills my insides,

Keeps work, debt, worry at bay.

So I sip as I sit, and melt away.