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There has come to be a time,
When I can choose, to make yesterday
A time when I felt no pain,
A time when I was never young.
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Young could become a fantasy,
Of youth, fleeting
For a moment of joy, or
Agony, that is no longer.
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To let it all go,
The good goes with the bad,
There is nothing left
Of the inextricably entwined.
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But I shall sky dance in the ocean,
Breathing in darkness and starlight,
And I shall sweat heavy tears of despair
In the eternal sun-hot misery now.
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I choose to keep it all,
The wild joys and freedom of youth,
The bitter yellow betrayals,
The glories of life and love.
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I want to swim in all of remembrance,
Before forgetfulness takes me away.
Darkness is mystery and the yet to be,
Starlight includes the all.
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I am my own sun-hot frozen despair.
I am the starlight warmth of hope.
I am all of my own deaths and lives.
We are all that was and will be.
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Bear… 05.24.2014
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Beautiful, lyrical sadness
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Thank you Simon.
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“A time when I was never young. Young could become a fantasy” So true Bear, oh so true this young place. 🙂
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That anyone survives that young place is amazing 🙂
What did you and Mari decide? I would love to collaborate, but I have heard nothing more than your hints. Perhaps you just like to borrow ideas? Perhaps you have moved on to something else?????? Regardless, I am pleased my poems awakened thoughts and discussion.
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Hello dear 🙂
She has your email address and she follows and loves your blog. She has been busy touring and I am not sure what will become of it all. Only time will tell. I can perhaps send word now and then? What do you say? 🙂
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Thank you for this thoughtful reply. Touring cannot help but be exhausting … exhilarating, but exhausting … and it must seem like the entire world is clamoring “Me Me Look At Me Listen To Me!!!” Thousands of little kids jumping up and down.
Will I see your name beside the lyrics on any albums? Or a nom de plume? I have looked on those I have…. but they are several years old. And perhaps I don’t know specifically what I am looking for. Connection? Insight?
Vi har hatt dager over 33 C. Snart vil det bli varmere.
Takk for alt du har gjort.
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Lol. I am the same but getting better. 🙂 I have no idea what her next album will look like. Whether she will use anything of mine at all. We see.
Me, I do not appear on her past albums. I have only seriously started writing this year. I have been painting all this time. 🙂
It is wonderful to be able to work together and inspire one another. It is fun. That is all I know. I love the weather report. Lol
Hot hot der. Wowee. Here the sun is out until late late. Warm days. I love it.
Takk det samme. Enjoy the rest of your week Bear. 🙂
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This is so full of feeling and imagery. What I love about it is that even though you use words, the images are so strong that I find myself unable to respond in words, only feelings. Awesome! 🙂
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Thank you Deborah, you have a wonderfully succinct way of saying Everything … with words. Thank you 🙂
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Wonderful!
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Thank you XXX
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I am so very glad you like this one. 🙂
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I thoroughly enjoyed this poem and do hope you’ve written a book of poetry because this belongs on a shelf. Amazing!
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I went to your blog hunting for your name, and got caught up reading and reading 🙂 🙂
I had great fun 🙂 I am so glad you commented as I had lost your wonderful blog, and now it is found again.
If my poem were on a shelf, would it be shelved?
I am so glad that you, with your amazing insight likes my work. Thank you.
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I really like your poem! I write a lot of similar stuff on my blog you should check it out jameskolt.wordpress.com
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Thank you, James.
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