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Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.
I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy

I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then, One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true
I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
The night is long
My world is an illusion
I take this fall
This is my submission
At this hour so late
I see you out the window
Alone I wait
As I try to right my wrongs

And I hear voices
Voices
Voices in my head
All these noises
Noises
Noises of the dead

The fireplace burn
I am locked in
I see the sun
Your eyes, they glim
And I sit there
Watching you drift to sleep
Wish you could hear
The silence clouds my screams

And I hear voices
Voices
Voices in my head
All these noises
Noises
Noises of the dead

My demons call to me
Remind me of my sins
My past lures me
Hiding in the den
Your hand I hold
Lead me back to light
And I’m so lost
Give me back my life

And I hear voices
Voices
Voices in my head
All these noises
Noises
Noises of the dead

I reach out to you
Vanished like a dream distant
Raining blood on me
Death staring from distance

And I hear voices
Voices
Voices in my head
All these noises
Noises
Noises of the dead
 Aug 2016 Chloe M Teng
Jo
Merrily we fall. Out of line, out of line. I’d fall anywhere with you. I’m by your side.
    Swinging in the rain. Humming melodies. We're not going anywhere until we freeze.
    Forever is a long time, but I wouldn't mind spending it by your side.
    Carefully we're placed for our destiny. You came and you took this heart, and set it free. Every word you write or sing is so warm to me, so warm to me. I’m torn, I’m torn to be right where you are.
  I’m not afraid, anymore. I’m not afraid.
   You so know me. Pinch me gently. I can hardly breathe.
   Forever is a long, long time, but I wouldn't mind spending it by your side. Tell me everyday I get to wake up to that smile, I wouldn't mind it at all.
I stand there, out in the rain
Watching you take wedding vows
Memories flash before my eyes
A lie strapped in God’s house
The church bells tolled, the crowd cheered
The wedding concluded, hear hear!
I looked up to the dark sky
It rained as if heaven too was crying

I stand out there, beneath the weeping heaven
Watching you laugh in your room
By your husband’s side, beautiful wife
In the sorrow’s garden I bloom
In my hand I hold the flowers you sent
And in my mind your sweet scent
The clouds thunder, and I wonder
Dark joy they behest

I stand there watching
When the Gods cry
With a beautiful soul in your arms
On the hospital bed you lie
Through the glass I look
Staring at you endlessly
The baby has your eyes you know
Onto the pain I’m hooked

It’s been long, I stand in shadows
It’s your daughter’s graduation day
Proud parents, university scholar
She walks up to the stage
I cheer in your happiness
With tears in my eyes
I remember our graduation
When our own hearts entwined

The day has come, here again I stand in the rain
My heart burns with pain
Your happy face soothes my soul
Which so long before was maimed
The church bells tolled, your daughter wed
I am showering the blessings of my share
Tears in my eyes I depart from there
And left behind no trail

I stand there watching you lovingly
As you cry beside my grave
Our wedding day, I left you alone
To hold me again you crave
In my hand are those flowers
You sent to me on your wedding day
I look upon the sky so dark
As I again lay back into my grave.
 Jul 2016 Chloe M Teng
Graff1980
It is hard to explain
When you work the midnight shift
You only seam to exist in nightshades
Not the warm daylight hues and tints

When sunshine becomes
Inverse in your tired mind
And days are measured by
Moonrise and moonfall

When solar heat
Is just a sweet precursor
To the night that cools you
And the sunrise signals slumber

How sweet it is
To interrupt this with
With a day
Spent awake
Surrendering to the
Splendor of the sun
There would never be a King, if there was not a Queen.

DC
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