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Darkness has fallen galaxy's unfold, the waning blue moon brings in the cold, once in my life time or so it's said, alone in the darkness not sleeping bed. My spirit is restless I can not say why, counting sheep believe me I try, So here I am an electronic spark, getting creative lost in the dark. The tranquil silence has a wonderful glow, writing words let my day go, when they're completed and tiredness sets in, a peaceful sleep and dreams begin.

Darkness has fallen galaxy's unfold, the waning blue moon brings in the cold, once in my life time or so it's said, alone in the darkness not sleeping bed. My spirit is restless I can not say why, counting sheep believe me I try, So here I am an electronic spark, getting creative lost in the dark. The tranquil silence has a wonderful glow, writing words let my day go, when they're completed and tiredness sets in, a peaceful sleep and dreams begin.

oooops! double trouble

keep them coming AreBor .....

Oh! ok then- Hello little rainbow how do you do, my on line name is AreBor but it's Craig to you. I come here looking for things to inspire, and with your kind words the search is getting higher. Now all that I've said here and all that's to come, has sometimes be nasty, but most of all just for fun. So little rainbow take this to your heart, lets take a journey and make a new start.

From the many personalities one is composed of, the best in us or at least the most " civilized" is the poet (unless all creative minds are welcomed in the field !). he (or she ) is able to let go masks, to concede some sensibility and vulnerability and to share them in words. In other words this is not the place where egos are going to fight one anothers; A safe place as a matter of fact. Hope to have news soon from yours. (is it really of topic ? )

Read all about it!!! Your face has changed but it is still you, boy monk now man what is that that you do? What is it like in the cage they've constructed, their re- education must never be trusted. So with these words I am writing to say, your captures must surly face your redemption one day. Monk boy now man I want you to hear, your oppressors minds I will never fear. I will set mine so their cage falls apart, and you are back to the place you did depart.

Well another night of restfulness so I might as well write, my over active minds deluded me the fool gave up the fight. Some words to entertain you or perhaps just make you think, rapid eye moment not with me not even just one wink. The buzz of this computer and ticking of a clock , are that keep me company and all the friends I've got. A room that's lit by candle I hear an owl cry, as I sit here and ponder and watch the time go by. Another day is dawning sitting here alone, the shell of bricks surround me this place I call my home. Maybe I'll make a coffee oh no that just won't do, I could just fall asleep now and dream sweet dreams of you.

That should be, "are all that keep me company and all the friends I've got"

the first one is very powerful ... and resounded cause in the documentary I am translating the term : monk banker and many references to jesuites are used, speaking of actual bankers masters in the financial field and then leading the world in a way. I know who are those you are speaking of ... Maybe could you oppose both kind of monks in re-writing it. whatsoever the image of the monk is particularly speaking to the collective imaginery nowaday. a good reason to have this one re-worked. good luck in your efforts.

Plaisir de saison Sur la balancelle du temps Quelques rayons échevelés D'été, tournoient s'effilochant Tandis que du bois-ramure de l'arbre-monde mes feuillets de poèmes S'envolent vers ceux Qui les inspirent, Alors que les jours s'amenuisent Et l'an entre en inspire Vers un temps de nuit De lumières Qui même soufflées Ne se pourraient éteindre Oscillant, vibrantes, Au rythme retrouvé Des partages, Et même si mes collectes Se font moins végétales : Bouquets de camaïeux De couleurs de crayons, Senteurs suaves de rameaux De feuilles de cahiers, Le fil des jours S'orne déjà De perles de sourires Et de rires d'enfants Redevenus studieux, Bien qu'à jamais empreint Du regard des sages Imaginant demain. to my pupils ...... PR Rennes le 22/09/12

Little rainbow I can sort of get the picture here , but can you translate it so I get the whole picture please? Also while I'am here there is a book out on Nov 12th called, "Leave your sleep" ,it is based on children's poems of the past and would be a treasure for your students. You can get it through Amazon

thank you ! here it is seasonal pleasure on the garden swing of time Some summer tousled rays are twirling fraying While from the antlers-boughs of the tree-world my leaves of poems are blowing of to those who are inspiring them, When days are dwindling and the year comes to an inspire to a night time of lights which even blown one couldn't put out Oscillating, vibrant, to the found back rythm of sharings, and even if my collectings are making themselves less vegetable bunches of camaïeu of pencils colors, suave scent of branches of copybooks sheets , the thread of days are yet adorned with pearls of children's smiles and laughers become again studious, though for ever marked with wise men's gaze concieving tommorow. PR Rennes le 22/09/12

and the one they're going to study tommorow .... Sensation On the blue summer evenings, I shall go down the paths, Getting pricked by the corn, crushing the short grass : In a dream I shall feel its coolness on my feet. I shall let the wind bathe my bare head. I shall not speak, I shall think about nothing : But endless love will mount in my soul And I shall travel far, very far, like a gipsy, Through the countryside - as happy as if I were with a woman. Arthur Rimbaud March 1870. Sensation Par les soirs bleus d'été, j'irai dans les sentiers, Picoté par les blés, fouler l'herbe menue : Rêveur, j'en sentirai la fraîcheur à mes pieds. Je laisserai le vent baigner ma tête nue. Je ne parlerai pas, je ne penserai rien : Mais l'amour infini me montera dans l'âme, Et j'irai loin, bien loin, comme un bohémien, Par la nature, heureux comme avec une femme. Arthur Rimbaud Mars 1870.

Thank you Little rainbow, a little different from my interpretation but still very good.

thanks for your reading AreBor

The More Loving One W.H. Auden Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn, I cannot, now I see them, say I missed one terribly all day. Were all stars to disappear or die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime, Though this might take me a little time.

nice: though for ever marked with wise men's gaze concieving tommorow.

Deep in my heart Deep in my heart Way deep out of prying eyes Their lies a battered child Who will come and save this wounded soul Deep in my heart There is a woman of passion Can anyone see beyond her silly antics That front she put on for all to enjoy Deep in my heart Is a human being who wants to love and be loved Deep in my heart Lies the world, come explore Deep in my heart

Bump. Where are our poets/scribs? Somewheres deep within the lunamoon castle I would imagine. Come out and write...and play!