there's a cone in which your thoughts transcend
and there you meet the elders...
they tell you took the perfect path towards righteousness,they tell you they believe you can't be wrong,well most of the time...
"what you once called your glory
poems,of your ancient story"
what's more to look for ?
what is it that you want ?
the echoes of their wisdom troubles you...
you're not sure of the way,you question every step
but do the answers lie waiting or are you bound by the eternal search ?
i sometimes gaze at the angel face,your face,and i wonder...how did you become so cynical,so jaded...
i try to remember
"how pain rhymed your tortured soul,
kept alive to watch you fall"
maybe that's not what happened
maybe you've lost your faith
in yourself
or maybe you're just resting from all this for a while...
i just realised that you're not the poet with no words,
even the blank pages rhyme, even the silence is poetry when it comes to mending wounded scars...a tribute to pascale,wounded scars on AP
with all my love
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or maybe you're just resting from all this for a while...
i just realised that you're not the poet with no words,
even the blank pages rhyme, even the silence is poetry when it comes to mending wounded scars...
i couldn't have translated myself better. -
fuck you serge you just made me cry in a public place! i hate you for being so .... for painting me so beautifully when im not worthy of your praise,, im just an ordinary fucked up person longing to be called a poet,,, for this name is so divine thta so little of us are worthy of this magnificent rank.thx
... thx .. i never thought that someone would do that with my waords that you just made me consider the fact that i will name you in my will to criticize my poems after my death .. just for the record i never lost in faith in myself and never wwill i.. howver we al fall through certain moments of doubt when we think that art is only about lie and imagination.. you got to read the unpublished poems to understand.. which i'd be glad to pass em by,
love always
with tears
pascale -
love i am not able to read your this part and i know that are commenting on 2 of my poem but can u please make it clearer..
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"even the blank pages rhyme, even the silence is poetry when it comes to mending wounded scars..."
no words...great piece... fits perfectly the one u dedicate it to...hope she liked it..
~rana~
kisses
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great job. this poem is beautiful. i love it. keep up the good work! and keep writing like this. thanks so much for sharing this poem. it was amazing. and i loved it. thanks......
~amanda~ -
"you're just resting from all this for a while...
i just realised that you're not the poet with no words,
even the blank pages rhyme, even the silence is poetry when it comes to mending wounded scars... "
WOW Serge!
This is just beautiful...
You portrayed silence in a most beautiful way!!!
I am sure Pascale was truely moved when she read this!
You are such a blessing as a friend! I feel truely lucky that I have met someone who is as generous as you.
Love
~Hana~
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