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Summertime
Feel that light breeze on your tanned and young skin,
helping cooling you down by this hot day,
barely caressing the top of your gin,
a soft and tepid blow you wish would stay
there is a scorching sun outside this shade,
right now you do not wish to be moving,
tempted by the water color of jade,
you wait the right time by slightly drowsing
relaxing to the murmurs of the sea
time on this sweet sweet day seems to have stopped,
and you sip on some freshly made iced tea...
is it time to wet his suit you just shopped?...
it is summer time and school is over,
enjoy it for youth won't last forever.
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can you hear my roaring? I am the poet
can you hear me sing? I am the minstrel
can you hear me play? I play the trumpet
can you read my words? This is my novel
can you hear me scream? this is my release
can you hear me cry? this is my pillow
can you feel the warmth? this is my soft fleece
can you see my footprints? this is my snow
can you hear me laugh? this is my mirror
can you hear me pant? this is my pillar
can you hear my faith? this is my parlor
can you see my stuff? this is my cellar
This is all that I share and even more,
this is my most guarded, secret tresor
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sc:bw
boot the computer and connect to fish,
it is ageless and forever will be,
being good at it take more than a wish,
it requires you to have enough envy,
envy to be the best amongst the best
envy to play the most demanding game
envy to puts lots of time, to invest
in it, and finally envy of fame
in my heart, in my mind, in my fingers
in my back, in both my eyes and my ears
the game crawled in like some discreet whispers,
it has been painted, it created fears
Broodwar! o the joy you manage to bring,
All hail the king ! Broodwar! long live the king!
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1on1
sometimes one needs to spend time with himself,
to give your powerful neurons a boost
so take that sleeping chess board of your shelf
because what could be better than a joust?
1 versus 1 is a gown quite fitting,
to those of minds which can't stand company
or those who strive for a perfect showing,
for those there should be a game to study.
whether it is hearthstone, broodwar or chess,
go, a fighter, warcraft or a shooter,
every game you take you'll show some progress
there is a game for every hard worker
A neat team blossoms like an orchestra,
but one on one echo like a mantra.
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Snow
I turned on the light and saw the white snow,
light, pure, cold, dense snow at my balcony
I see some on the tree, close to a crow
O the odd contrast, I wish you could see!
snow is like youth, pure and ephemeral,
cold by nature, her games can hurt too
don't play smart talking of the eternal,
that would ruin my prose, you cock a die doo!
as I watch it I become more involved,
all of a sudden it's me on the branch
I am the young one, next to the dark clothed
if we unite ...beware the avalanche!
together youth can take shapes and harden...
so much talking, now, the snow has fallen
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Neige FR
je dormais confortablement dans ma chaumière
vivant dans mes rêves de capes et rapières
courant et sautant sur les toits avec maîtrise
quand j'ai ouvert les yeux et O quelle surprise,
de la NEIGE! blanche froide royale poudre
sur une branche, avec un merle au bec de foudre,
je me suis pris a rêver ainsi qu'a penser,
"la neige est comme la jeunesse" a résoné,
dans mon esprit, qui -simplet, je le reconnaît-,
fait parfois preuve de raisonement concret
la neige est comme la jeunesse disais-je,
qui en groupe peut faire face a des enjeux,
qui seule ne peut rien, mais une fois groupée...
oh tant de bavardages...la neige est tombée
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broodwar
Hi, let me recount a tale from afar,
it's the story of a game called broodwar.
First Broodwar is not for the light hearted
it isn't for kids, but rather for titans,
it is likeable by simple-minded,
by geniuses, believers and pagans
it's not just a game, it's a discipline,
one that require practice beyond reason
but to play broodwar is the greatest thing
any real player could experience
or an audience willing and paying
enough attention to the high cadence
the game is like a battle really,
between two reaching for infinity,
a fight like a joust or some ancient rite,
with borderline attention to details,
each player crafting like they were some wright,
hitting each key like a joiner hits nails,
to shape the coffin of their opponent.
to do this they have many tools and skills:
a p m, macro, micro and placement
the cycle's like produce, fights then refills
but you have to play with some barriers,
path finding, and hotkeys are barbaric,
those are not archaic but some measures
that you find in poetry or music
for starcraft is another kind of art
from the split to the gg in the chat
so join us, accept broodwar in your heart
i c cup and fish is where it is at
here, some tricks for you to take on your road
take out a key or two from your keyboard,
to become fast spam until overload
make some workers, scout with your overlord
starcraft broodwar is truly fantastic
starcraft broodwar is truly majestic
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I did rewrite a song for an english presentation, here it is, the original is Lil Wayne - Dear Anne;
[Hook]
Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life?
Dear meadow I am sorry you are now a widow
Lately I have been feeling low even with my Lexapro
I don't feel anything this is all just hollow
I hope this is not too heavy and you can follow
the message is important so please pay attention to my flow
And I'm thinking of life, meadow, and wrong and right, meadow
sometimes I got some flight , my prose flies like a crow...
you know that in front of you I will always bow
dear meadow to you my love I bestow
of course I won’t lie, I liked when you blow
and I even loved more to suck on your toe
but we were not just two nympho meadow
some of those words are dirty but you know it's all for the show
meadow don't mind me just some words that I throw
maybe I should have taken things a bit more slow?
it's unfortunate that I was your beau meadow..., page one
[Hook]
Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life?
I figured this is brutal, I am sorry, my lil’ angel...
but sometimes I believe you have to be the devil
cause it’s bullshit how sexy you are from toes to nostrils
I wanted you even if it meant to be in some kind of peril...
see, lately I have been dealing with an inner battle
and still I remember the first days even if my brain shrivel
you were my secret muse and our love was musical
you inspired me, you made me feel like Virgil
so much inspiration so much work for my pencil
now this is over and I feel caged like an animal
even though I am still the same, clumsy, stupid and asocial
but with you I felt like I could be a cardinal
I am so sorry princess I am, even if this is mental
too bad there is no remedy for my tormented soul
you were my everything Meadow, our love is eternal... page two
[Hook]
Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life?
Dear admirer, that's how I started before being your lover
in my eyes you sparked, you were always such a wonder,
it made me a believer, it made me thankful to our creator
he truly is a master and I believe he is a baker
for your buns and cookie would trigger my hunger
I am sorry this is dirty again, don't tell my sister or mother
but when you touched me I felt a rush of fever
I am sorry I wish we could stay together forever
don’t beat yourself this all my fault, all my error
I hope to not give you too much night terror
here again I am ranting I have always been a babbler
this is kinda tragic, I hoped I’d find an answer
but more and more I feel like a prisoner
I took so much pills, once again I made a blunder
There is no coming back I am grabbing the razor...
I hope at least you get that letter...
[Hook]
Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life?
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I have a poem. Your poetry has inspired me to write it down:
"Heaven reeks of cigarettes"
Heaven reeks of cigarettes,
and Earth is a coffin full of ash.
The rivers run ripe with regrets
and addict angels are ready to crash.
God spits in the river and scratches his ass
and takes a sip of liquor, worrying about the past.
He forgets that he's nude and puts on a suit
and waves to the crowd that fall to his boots;
-Fonze
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Nature
I am torn between fight and acceptance
of the nature of my body and mind
they are always mixing in my conscience
and the truth seems impossible to find
from dusk till dawn I could still be looking
without results as i am ignorant
at the end I would still be wondering:
is it better to talk or stay silent?
should I fight or accept all the weirdness?
should I stop carrying so many masks?
maybe I ought to stop my selfishness,
and finally complete my basics tasks.
Sometimes living feels like I'm an actor
"All the world’s a stage..." is it the answer?
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I ain't no Poet, but I'm feelin a freestyle brewin up in my cypher, and Ima let it loose on my coprophag bitches up in
Here I go, Uh!
Recentleeeaahhyyyeeeaaah, doos git caught up in my ass-crack haaaaaaiir;
Gotta trim that isht short to-a millimetah
gotta get my ass to stop smellin like a cheetah's bum-hole I roll up a blunt and get a clue.
I've been acting afool, tryin to get myself to stool; when all I needed do was get moe activiah;
that isht will make yo isht rain like on rihanna's umbrella.
I watchin some porn, gonna get my wank on now.
So long *mic-drop gong follows up a bow*
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blade
take the razor again, unscrew the blades
I know the maneuver well o too well
take it carefully, ready to evade
the stinging pain reach my brain like a bell
awaking the demon that was asleep
allowing me to feel pain and rejoice
I want but won't yell the cuts aren't so deep
at least I stop hearing that silly voice
I have to be careful and hide the scars
no problem I'm the master of disguise
I got so many masks and avatars
now to screw them back before the blood dries
this is my routine, my little secret
one of amongst many that I regret
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I haven't done poetry in a while, shitty one (as always) but hey need to (re)start somewhere!
wind of change
close your eyes and feel the wind on your face
"wind of change? is it something beautified?..."
the dove flies through it with natural grace
do just like her, deploy your wings and glide
when the tempest come you have to be strong
nothing to fear if your designs are pure
this is but an old motto, an old song
but it holds the truth, of that I am sure
jointly we can make a greater future
we can stop this stupid endless madness,
first we need to let go of our anger
then free ourselves from the greed and sadness
communism is a dream, capitalism
is outdated, we need a new anthem...
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feeling inadequate
I don't feel like I belong to a crowd
everyplace I go feel inadequate
see in a sense it always gets too loud
it's like I need to hide in the closet
I'm an outsider and always will be,
this is not about sex or my gender
but more about a mental state, you see ?
I believe it all come from my mother
like genetics and environment wise
course I can't blame it all on my mommy
I did fuck up big times no need for lies
and maybe it is cause of my daddy...
in the first place I have been dealt weird cards
it is up to me to, cannot discards
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the monster
you can run but there is no place to hide
when yourself is your own worst enemy
try to silence the voices like the tide
but they are as persistent as the sea
silently they wait until you're alone
then strike as pernicious as possible
the medication can hold that cyclone
but drop your guard and they'll crash your skull
I know only of one neat solution
but everyone will all warn you against it...
like they know this struggle o so common ?
if they did they would also want to quit...
maybe try to tame the savage monster
at least you will grow to be a fighter
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day dream
first I graduate with my bachelor
then I complete a master in english,
find a job and meet somebody's daughter
with whom I got to explore my fetish
I got motivation to restart sport
hit the gym, basketball or start running
I lose weight and fit again in my short
I learn enough to give in to coaching
then I got a kid with my lovely wife
a girl named Alice, Anne or Catherine
she grow up to succeed and smile at life
and one day I lay in my bed serene...
Loser? earth to Loser... read the text please
it was a dream... my brain is such a tease...
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birds chanting
Can you hear the far away birds chirping ?
They chant about freedom and their own world
Wonderful stories they keep on telling
but could it be all vicious lies, my lord ?
I'm not sure about the veracity
about all the wonders and such grandeur
it seems too cray and wonderful, you see ?
if those are lies it would be a bummer
But sometimes I listen to their discourse,
they tell us that the truth they have been taught
and how everyone got a car and a house
they tell us how they will never be caught!
So I went to see and asked our great sage
He said: "They are just like us... in a cage"
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sickle and hammer
As the sun always does, we rise again
united under one strong red banner
our life for this idyll is a bargain
we fight for a next communist chapter
one day our grand grand kids will understand
that all that we did was only for them
that for equality and love we stand
that we shaped this world like a precious gem
unit brothers, unite sisters, let's go
march together toward golden greatness
follow the star, in this darkness we glow
be a proud great communist, be fearless
together under the golden sickle
with the hammer our damn foes we tackle
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death penalty
everyday he waits in his guarded cell,
what he did doesn't matter no longer
his fate? decided by the personnel
to all eyes he is the evildoer
everyday he counts the same tasteless meals,
one day, one will finally bring him peace
he does not know when, there is no reveals
he won't know until the last bit, last piece
such is the way in some foreign prisons
such is the famed capital punishment
he had time to think of his decisions
the debt isn't paid till the attainment
one day The guy will come, giving the blast
the convicted final thoughts? 'free at last'
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never good enough
after hours and hours spent thinking inside
you cannot seem to grasp the difference...
between self esteem and undeserved pride
between foul arrogance and confidence
could it be impostor syndrome maybe?
another lie ;you are not successful
hence no achievement to have this curtsy
or is the circle coming around full ?
and still you feel a weird sense of greatness
it is there somewhere look a bit deeper!
only you know this is just pure madness:
you are average and that's too bitter
just quit comparing yourself to others
and let go of your various angers
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