Christopher Teale Poems

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 dew did settle upon the moonlit ground
And the stars did twinkle in the heavens dark
From the still lagoon came the trickling sound
Of a boat moving on the waters dark.
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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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Beside a lake in the forest deep
Stands a lonely, stone keep
Sealed by thick wooden doors
Surrounded by tall granite walls
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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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Where drought had long prevailed
And brought death, and only death;
Lay'd on the ground the bones unveiled
Of one who loved till final breath.
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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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