Idealand

There always was a me
Then ideals came along
Said the past is gone
You're now a part of me.

I said the past is not as strong
But in me still lives on
I'm not a part of Idealand
Idealand's a part of me.

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Harmonic Creed

the one who knows less
knows more of humility,
the other who knows more
knows less.

the one
applies humility.

the other applies
what humility there is
in respect of
the greater humility of
the one.

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Satire III: The Relevance of Poetry

The manager tells why
He breathes out ashes,
Smelly gases,
Solidifies the sky
And tampers with the birds:
'Thoughtless beauty
Strikes a poet dumb.
For the relevance of words
I have done what I have done.'

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Les Fleurs des Mots: Poeme Francais Debut

Deux acteurs, elles sont femmes,
Deux sont hommes francais.
Une femme est francaise,
Une, est espagnole.
Un homme, il s'appelle Hugo,
L'autre est Roberto.
Inez est la femme francaise,
Maria, la espagnole.

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Solitary Child

confused into belief,
from belief then teased away,
told there's waste in love,
knowledge lies in all,
no secrets lie above,
stayed away,
hid away from love............................................. .......

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M: II: I Cannot Pay your Honour

I have sought to triumph over nothing,
have tri-ed,
have failed to -umph.

Honour is paid
By accepting honour.

By accepting honour,
I would honour trying,
would honour lack of -umph.
I cannot pay your honour.

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B: II: The Dreamer

Expectation, aiming high
On field no friend of dreams,
Soon told to lower sights,
Said, 'No! I will be stronger,
Learn to dream much longer,
Turn my days to nights,
Make myself unable to
Not do what I can't do.'

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M: VII: Who Could Know?

He supposed
There had been tribes
Thought dawn
Night's attempt
To forestall coming light,
Childhood
Dark's attack on prudence.
Who could know
What red arsenal
Night
Might muster in the black,
What manufactures dark?

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Working Title

Whatever we are the soul of
That we can never see.
Whatever we of the soul are
Soul can't see equally.

Above and below
No soul can know
What floats upon its sea
Or, with or without the flotsam,
That soul will always be.

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Bushfire

Those were the days
When the pines
And the star and the sky
Kept me out of the toaster
That is now the dominant scene
Now the pines are orange not green.

This is the day
When the sky and the star
Hug what's left of the green.

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