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Jae Rychlewski

Jae Rychlewski

Soon as I follow my heart

Soon as the sun, as life becomes day,
I flow with a heart, all the worst, all the grey.
No more can I mourn, myself as I lay.
 
It’s bright and it’s sad, but today is the day!
like the years gone before, or the pressure, to stay.
No more trials of the past, only fragments, so strange.
 
I can leave and be gone, maybe live, maybe stray!
or to grow and be strong, or to wither and fray.
 
Do I love like I want, and take hell as it may,
or belong and be sure, and to choose this, today.

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Otras obras de Jae Rychlewski...
The Doubt of Spring

The doubt of spring, makes winter warm, when all is cold is now gone, The sparkle of night, and the seasons change,
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Daily Hue

Oh dreaded day, bring light! Nothing less than the beauty that you are, The whispers and winds in mind, Shackled, deranged, slightly mad,
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Fremantle

The port city and it’s secrets, The Sicilians drapes hung in the… The ghosts beyond the limestone wa… The sad holy brush of James Walsh… The sanctity of the unknown,
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Bird with the broken wing

A drink. A sip. I sip you and you sink me. The empty bottle, is the saddest sight.
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Goodbye Mick

My heart stings tonight. I’ll remember your incredible mind… piercing blue eyes, that laughed and danced, as you told jokes,
July Motive

Shackled to a yearning, Dripping face chin to the earth, Not buried yet, Nor glum nor trite, Earths pleasures,
Life Insurance

To sin enough, is to sin forever, shine dull nor pure, but fear!, fear the end. Does it end after night, or at the end of the day!
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Ode to Cendrars

Etched, in the valleys of the moon, staring from or to. Blazing the night, The autumn heat returns,
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To sink is to swim

We are like pebbles on a beach. Brought by the tide, yet not born from it. Sitting, and waiting,
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Everlasting

I remember youth and senses, the smell and touch. Fascinated by breathing, in and out. Sunday walks,
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A Poem

It takes balls, hell, it takes every inch, to keep spinning. To talk of flowers, or the death,
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Junkie Soul

She blazes and burns a beautiful m… grabs life’s hand and drags it wit… Never too close, to love it wholly, Yet close enough,
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Friday Night Pang

It’s the end of winter, The sun has migrated, Finally full circle, The weeks are the same though, sti… as I drive home,
Poem

There’s not enough time, Not for seeing the world, no no But feeling alive, To hold your friend when they weep… For being in a hole,
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Don't let them eat you.

You have to, jump in with the sharks. They won’t eat you, unless you let them. You dodge and dive,
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