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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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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Lines that tell me where to walk,
in the bustling, crowded street.
On the black board, lines of chalk
lines to narrow for my own two feet.
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A leaf upon the wind
A pebble in the river
We walk to a forgotten end.
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I look upon the fragile existence of our Universe,
Entropy and chaos, emptiness and death
Every atom decaying, whilst I write this very verse
Life failing from existence with every single breath
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En aquellos profundos lagos
Volverán nuevamente a resonar
Los tristes y lentos pasos
De un hombre solitario, al caminar
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Trembling like a leaf upon the tree
When struck by the sudden breeze
I trembled as I looked on thee
As your hair danced with the breeze
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Caught in the cold of every day
Of staring into a lifeless screen
Letters before my eyes parade
But human nature is rarely seen
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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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