The Lighthouse Keeper

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I went on an inner journey into a forgotten life
And to my surprise I found a strange memory
A name came up in that moment of a long gone wife
It was in England in an hard and ruthless century,
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We blame all the tyrants we can sense
Not our own souls as victims go,
Attacking the world in misguided defence
Are we then the righteous ones? No!
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Into life we are born and cast,
On a journey with an unknown end,
We don´t know how long it will last,
And we will meet both enemy and friend.
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Even in the dark you are the light
The light that shines from within
Don´t hide it with your fright
That is the only thing resembling a sin
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The poetry lies not in the rhymes one produce
Neither in the use of the fanciest of words
Or in the admiration of the readers one might seduce
I leave that to all self-propelled nerds.
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The Lighthouse Keeper Biography

To long to remember! Traveller, Bachelor of science, 'political science, human ecology, public administrations, economics'. Former entrepeneur. Spiritually aware. Hypno-therapist, amateur-poet-artist. Sailing since childhood. writer, Former studio photographer among other things. Sort of single. To tall, keeps bumping my head into various objects which might explain some strange poems.....; -))

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Strange Memories 1587

I went on an inner journey into a forgotten life
And to my surprise I found a strange memory
A name came up in that moment of a long gone wife
It was in England in an hard and ruthless century,
My name was for the time well known,
I remembered having written poetry for prosperity
About my adventures and courtings in a medieval town
Sailing overseas to new unknown territory.
My name still not forgotten until this day,
A fantasy or a memory? Who can say?

One memory came and I saw within
Me sitting in an old horse carriage,
Bearing witness to the most horrific sin.
Knives and swords creating a carnage
People of different faith still the same religion
Fighting each others and I wondered why
The truth of the their faith was sent into oblivion
Remaining on the streets bodies left to die.
That life ended in a memory indeed very red,
As injustice took my own precious head.

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