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Je prie, j'ai peur
Je ris, je meurs
Je joue, je gagne
J'ai mal et je me soigne
Et j'ai le même sang que toi

//Translation\

I pray, I'm afraid
I laugh, I die
I play, I win
I hurt and I heal myself
And I have the same blood as you
another french poem/song by Yannick Noah. Enjoy
I walk up to the dock
I am two steps away from the boat
I am two steps away from home
do I go?

The only decision
that could change my life
for the better
or for the worse
Just two steps

I look back at my mom with tears in her eyes
Just looking at her says everything
I need to go

But then I look back at my sister holding my dog
And just looking at them
Makes me want to stay
I need to stay

Just two steps
splitting my life in half
Do I go?
Or do I stay
My old life of comfort
Or a new life of adventure

Two steps
one step forward
one step back again

*Do I go?
When one has to make a decision he or she has 'split their universe in half' Making It even harder to choose a side
traffic in dreams
the deeper the love
the longer it will be to pay it off
deeper the diamond to carve from your heart
the darker the desire
the more cold cash
the harsher the wind in the lonely night

take sandpaper to your luxurious soul
but you keep its stain from your pretty eyes
pretty face barter for fish n chips
pretty words barter your bed and breakfast
dress it all in fashion from magazines
the strange combination of gloss and paper thin disguise
the strange combination of truth and lies

the greasy haired stranger
peers with all his might into the mirror
trying to find the man hidden within
he traffics in dreams
will sell you a plot of land
and the rainbow that comes with
ten by ten souls wide
ten by ten deep
sell em to you for a taste of the pretty
sell em to you for a touch of the tender
so rancidly reflected in his greasy smile

you thought the weight was easy to bear
thought that the lie you tell yourself suffices
but dreams are brittle thin walls you hide behind
watch the cracks spread across the pretty picture
it is painted with
watch the colors fade like sweet summer sunshine
the sweet wine turned bitter like tears
he sells you a dream that must be forever replaced
with an ever darker version
he sells you a lie that you will come to see vividly
it won't taste so sweet for so long
it will taste like dust
it will taste like loss

you seek him out once again in the dark city passage
his greasy hair fallen long ago
skin gone gray
he found the man in the mirror
he found his answer in all the chaos
tastes like dust
tastes like bitterness
seek him out to find he is gone
only a shell remains
a brittle shell

no-one gets cheap seats
without paying the price
 Apr 2017 Penelope Winter
Mikel
Stumble in
Watch your step
Room is blurry
Almost tripped
A night at the bar
Could've kept you walking straight
Instead you stayed home
Another night
You just had too much to think
Of this verse
The core, the middle,
Is marked on its palm.
No riddle
To be guessed in a lyric
So brittle,
Whose task
Is  to hold in place
The fissured parts
Of a gypsy's fiddle.

LazharBouazzi, April 4, 2017
Blurry finds a place to close her eyes.
Head swells up with a demons lies.
Drowsy stops when the evil dies.
Body loosens up and begins its rise.
Alors laissons aller

Je vis, je crie,
Je pleure, j’oublie,
Je marche, je danse,
Je tombe et j'avance
Je perds je doute
Je parle, j'écoute
Je crois, je change
Je plais ou je dérange
Et j'ai le même sang que toi

\Translation//
So let's go

I live, I yell,
I cry, I forget,
I walk, I dance,
I fall and I advance
I lose I doubt
I speak, I listen
I think, I change
I like or annoy me
And I have the same blood as you
true
 Apr 2017 Penelope Winter
Yasmine
through words,
I heal my wounds
by completely exposing them

— The End —