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If only you knew
Spent a day in my shoes
Then you’d have a clue
Of what I say and do
It’s a valuable lesson
One you can’t learn in books
It’s real and it’s vivid
And it’s swarming with crooks
So you must stay evasive
Put on a mask, a disguise
So that you’re invisible
From God’s prying eyes
Let’s go, let’s move on
That’s just how it goes
Weighing my options
The cons and the pros
In hopes I find balance
From the highs and the lows
I’m not too embarrassed
To leave myself exposed
Exposed to the hatred
To the critics, the judge
And still, I stand tall
Unwilling to budge
"are never really finished,
they are only due.
Writing may be draining,
never perfect,
but it’s always rewarding."

no buts or exceptions
whenever you think your
done,
you lets the little tickles of
mmmm. maybe a
change, a comma here,
and the madness is
well,
maddening

the reward?
the compulsion that drives
one to exclaim,
I can do better,
and take a clean sheet
and the blood rush,
accelerating heart rate,
the beating speeding up
of pulsing of everything

why that's your reward,
*you fool,
fooling yourself
one mo' time
no a rainy saturday
Tomorrow,
I’ll sing again like birds sing in the forest,

I will walk on waters, and whisper like the wind,

Like leaves, I’ll sway over a hundred years,

Again,
             I’ll smile you in a dream,

No,

No, I'm not tired,

We don’t have to change the concept of love,

I can wait,

                   I can still live,

Wars made us understand what peace is,
And that the rain saddens us but does not **** us,

You’ll come, soon,
                                one day,

Even if it will be a little bit late,

I know we’ll fly as when little,

                                  We’ll run again in the grass,
Again,
               Tomorrow
Why do I walk?
For exercise;
For an influx of oxygen?
No.
For poetry’s sake —

Each step I take
Unlocks thoughts from the deep,
And I reach in to take a peep.
What peers back
Is not a gasp,
Not a rasp rattling:
“Get back to walking!”
But a friend, 
Who hears my thoughts
And welcomes them —

Who says: once more,
“Yes! Here we go again”
And by the time I stop
At my destination,
I've taken those steps,
And released my vocation
With unequivocal elation —
 Jun 13 Anais Vionet
nivek
flourish fountain of youth
the future is yours
make waves with harmony
throw your pebbles
-into the centre of the pond.
Sometimes it's the irony,
Of a garage band,
Full of classical instruments.

Such beautiful music,
Played in such an informal way.

But you'll still replay the tape,
Whether or not you like rock,
Because your lover,
Is first chair violin.
 Jun 13 Anais Vionet
nivek
tremble is becoming familiar
falling over too

dropping things for some time
ah well could be a lot worse

ageing a kindness
more time given not to everyone.
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