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Lines On WineLines WrittenLines On Wine by Michel-le-fou
The finest, smoothest medicine
That I could ever find
It keeps my blood in circulation
Strengthens my old mind
I take a glass of it every day
After I dine
It was in ancient Greece
The elixir divine
Accepted by Kahlil Gibran
And the pre-islamic Parsis
Hail to the vine
The Last AdventureThe Last AdventureThe Last Adventure by Michel-le-fou
Life is an adventure
Going to new places,
Seeing new faces.
Making new friends.
A great adventure.
But, in the end,
There is one last adventure
We'll be doing that till we die.
It's called Love.
The GlowThe GlowThe Glow by Michel-le-fou
Dictated by Puabi
What brings a glow of fire
To a single woman's eyes?
What curves her red lips
Into a joyful smile?
The promise, the delivery,
The receipt of love.
When she was waiting
Such a long while,
And it comes to her heart
In her surprise.
Imagine, when it comes
To a woman like me,
The brightness of the glow
In her eyes.
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TimeOn this day, on this journey of life, I walk
On the plains of solitude,
On the roads of friendship,
On the sea of love
From time on, I weep,
For all the loss,
For all the hate,
For all the broken
In time, I crawl,
But all in all, it's time,
That I fall,
That I rise,
That I learn,
That I teach
For time is fleeting,
For time is life,
For time is love,
For time is loss
A Minyan's LamentHills rolling down to the turquoise sea,
Their slopes mantled green with cypress and cedar.
Stags and goats bounding in the berry bushes,
Fish shimmering in the streams and shores.
Sunlit summers and breezy winters,
But only the highest peaks knew icy cold.
This land we of Minyas called our home.
The trees gave us timber for our longhouses
And for the boats from which we fished.
The wildlife gave us meat for our pots,
And hides for clothes to cover our pale skins.
The hills gave us stone for our shrines,
And copper ore for our own defense.
For all this we of Minyas thanked our Aesir.
We thanked Wodan the Warrior,
He of one eye and two ravens.
We thanked Donar the Thunderer,
He of the hammer and two goats.
We even thanked Loki the Cunning,
He of the great wolf and greater serpent.
Yet not even our faith could save we of Minyas.
From the craggy wastes of the East came the hordes,
Trampling forest and plain under their sandals and chariots.
They bore tawny faces and hair black like pitch,
1- Sweet Dreams, Sour NightmaresAround the same time last year I diagnosed myself with 'Summer Mode', a mental illness where daylight savings messes you over, and you begin sleeping and waking up later than usual. I find the naming weird considering it’s the wake of winter solstice. Most people say the cold makes them more anxious, but I always complemented the cold as I slept. Just have my blanket wrapped around me as the cracked window above my head welcomed the winds that encourage my most memorable dreams. Like that I had last night where i witnessed these college-aged people taking a road trip in an old station wagon, when one of them in the backseat in his own boredom decides to come up with his own game to pass time. He called it suicide mission. Before anyone could ask his fist was fiercely heading to the back of the driver's head. The wind was completely knocked out of the driver, but the foot's pressure combined with the passenger reaching over the wheel trying his best t
Lost In The Waves. (Part 2)I found a boat in the waves…
I found a light after my sun went out.
My lungs filled with poison and my chest heavy with fear
Drowning in myself
A hand reached out...
I gripped it tightly, and let his arms pull me up.
I grinned from ear to ear
…and then crashed the wave of doubt.
As his feet slipped from under him, and he fell into the darkness
I grabbed his hand tightly as the water wrapped around his neck
A gurgled “I can’t swim” pierced my heart and broke my head
The water held him tighter and my hand gripped onto water
He fell through the darkness…
My tears coloured the water the shade of fear.
Boats appeared around me, smiling faces looking near me
But never at me.
My heart plunged deeper and my body tried to follow suit
My arms grew weary and the poison once again filled my lungs
Some people heard me screaming, some tried to help
I swatted at their hand, and let the water take me under
Nothing in my lungs but the bitter poison, born of loneli