Christopher Teale

Don't hear, listen.
Don't give, share.
Don't see, notice.
Don't hope for good, do good.
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My tears are black ink
That spill upon empty pages
I try to hold them back, till I blink
And they escape their swollen cages
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La noche se alarga con tu memoria
Pensamiento que arde en mi mente
Mientras la Luna pasa por el cielo lentamente
Para hacerme acuerdo de la cruel belleza
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I can only dream of you
Dream of your memory
Live of your thought
Singing a melody
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The only means to survival is death,
For I die to poetry,
I die to humanity,
to survive as a parody to man.
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A leaf upon the wind
A pebble in the river
We walk to a forgotten end.
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Lights floating on the water,
Over the dark and cold
Lights floating on the water
From the days of old
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Met by unspeakable curiosity
We come to doubt ourselves
Analyzing with terrible scrutiny
The story the universe tells
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A flower that passed me by
With radiant beauty it didn't own
For as time comes its way
The seeds of age it will sow
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Sitting in a boat in a lake
Drifting slowly around
Not sure whats true or fake
As my mind wonders about
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When your eyes I contemplate
Is aroused within my heart
Such a loud and fiery debate
That its most brutally torn apart
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Gifted with the freedom of flight
Denied it by those who would wish it
Sadly unable to fight
survive, from jailer's feeding
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La mañana esclarece lentamente
Dejando atrás la obscuridad
Y la Tierra espera pacientemente
La suave caricia del Sol
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The sky is a sea of darkness
Speckled by bright points of light
And floating with impossible lightness
The silver moon comes to my sight
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Pensé escribir un poema sobre tí
Pero las palabras no las encontré
Pensé sobre la primera vez que te ví
Y buscando una sola rima me desvelé
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A force like no other ovewhelmes my every sense,
Like fire burning in a dry forest
The world is suddenly colourful and intense
And I can only stare at best
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El viento me trae tu cartas
Como fresco aliento tus palabras
Pero solo en el viento viven
Pues aunque luché no pude evitar que te lleven
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Could I claim that I love you as I do?
Or alas! Does my heart once more decieve?
Colouring lies and hiding what is true!
Only pain down such path will it achieve.
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I breathe in deeply the cold night air
Dreaming freely on my wooden chair
As the surf retreats back to the sea
Where the moonlight flickers while I see
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To what end humanity? ! To what end?
To work the weak till their backs bend
To what end? !
Why humanity? ! Why?
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