Biography of jaques leblanc
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jaques leblanc's Works:
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jaques leblanc Poems
The Wish Granter
a foreign man comes weak and empty form his home, scared and exhausted, he collapse's in what appears to be an oasis to him, he awakes within a mansion with a strange plump old man. 'are you okay young man' ' i feel.... better' the old man laughs
The Eyes Burnt Red
Nightmare In Neo City
the air was cold and the weather was harsh, and a man several feet in front of me seemed to vanish in the storm, the streets were flooded and there was an eerie silence that carried on throughout the night, i continued walking through the city, until i reached the gates, i stopped and looked round, no guards maning the gates, and they were creaked open, i pulled a bit on the gate until it popped open enpugh for me to squeeze through, and i walked in the storm until i noticed the old mansion on the outskirts of the city, the mansion was unihabitable and almost torn down over the years, its old wood exterrior and design was obsolete to the new buldings, but there was also another old house around he outside of the city but it was habitable the poor folk would gather their under such storms, and also within the mansion, many things occured within the mansion benevolent and sinful, but the city never demolished it, I continued toward the mansion in hope someone may be there i felt awfully lonely in the storm, not that i minded being alone, its the silence that bothers me, i need to hear something or I may go mad, i entered the mansion to be greeted by a horrific sight, their were people crowded together in the corner shaking in fear, one lay with a gash on his head, he was dying and in a daze, the people looked to me, with fear not sayin a word. 'what happened here? ' not one answered but became even more startled and fearfull 'whats wrong with you people? '
Are We Dead Or Alive?
are we dead or alive? we see ourselves as alive, but are we truly alive? do all of us have souls? look at people, look into their eyes, look at them individually.
The Forgotten Way Of The Artist's
Light And Darkness
The Purpose Of Life
Fear is only misunderstanding something, but if it you don't understand it so much and it is different you begin to hate it, and maybe even attack it in anger and rage and that leads to sorrow and regret, the only way to heal hatred and other things is to understand, just because something is different doesn't mean it is an enemy doesn't mean that