joy is feeling
looking upwards
skies enrapture
the sorry self
and its grievance

joy is seeing
looking westwards
social fracture
healing itself
from insurgence

joy is knowing
looking eastwards
proper culture
relieves oneself
from ignorance

joy is seeing
looking outwards
events mature
the early self
from quiescence

joy is feeling
looking inwards
divine nature
express itself
to give guidance

joy is seeing
looking backwards
how the future
bootstrapped itself
in existence

joy is knowing
the best of views
fuels volition
to climb the mount

joy is having
freedom to choose
which obstruction
one must surmount

joy is knowing
hearing the muse
is like drinking
from the youth fount

joy is having
nothing to lose
and yet having
blessings to count

when gloominess
deflects the gale
joy is the wind
that fills the sail

when despair is
tricking the scale
joy is the clue
that tells the tale

when spleen is thick
and hopes are pale
joy is meaning
that lifts the veil

when no reason
can find the trail
joy is compass
towards the grail

though worries hurt
and fears injure
joy yields healing
beyond measure

though gloom has roots
deep in culture
joy at all times
sages nurture

though the reasons
may outnumber
joy is the wealth
wise ones treasure

though the mundane
exerts pressure
joy is accord
with one's nature

when the constraints
the spirit faze
joy is a door
out of the maze

when nobody
offers their praise
joy is moving
on anyways

when challenges
the psyche daze
joy is clear sky
after the haze

when upheavals
disrupt the ways
joy is respite
on heavy days

when there is fault
at the crossroad
joy is knowing
the cosmic goad

when the ciphers
the wit erode
joy is insight
breaking the code

when through hard work
seeds have been sowed
joy is seeing
blessings bestowed

when there's burden
and a long road
joy is a friend
halving the load

when there's no vim
the land to till
joy swells the wind
running the mill

when there's no verve
the page to fill
joy lights the spark
moving the quill

when obstacles
challenge the skill
joy marks the path
leading uphill

when restrictions
deter the will
joy brings breakthrough
from the standstill

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joy is being given
the secret of silence
after the hard lesson
and the heavy penance

joy is being driven
to relay radiance
and this way forgiven
for past indifference

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joy is presence
when strings are bowed
joy is purpose
when fields are ploughed
joy is keeping
to what was vowed

joy is a calm
voice in the crowd
joy is the truth
humbling the proud
joy is freedom
that is allowed

joy is quiet
when life is loud
joy is wisdom
piercing the shroud
joy is the mind
without a cloud

should you ever o my darling
hear that i am forever gone
do not be vainly pondering
that you will miss our liaison

for upon you i lay no blame
not knowing who i'd come to be
when before you i make the claim
never will you truly miss me

unsettled by futures unclear
withheld by self-worth glaucoma
encircled by vultures of fear
brooded over childhood trauma

peering beyond self-sabotage
commonplaces and convention
is the end goal only mirage
figment of imagination

experiences recurring
will the lesson ever be learned
is cyclic healing occurring
will the sound me ever be earned

restricted by the rules of men
and harnessed by the hands of fate
never skating time and again
fully free from that figure-eight

somebody else i must have been
all this time i could not be me
whose whole story was just a scene
of mistaken identity

so if i state o my darling
that you'll never truly miss me
don't resent me for the saying
nor do refuse its verity

but trust that time delivers cures
that diseased eyes can come to see
that it was through no fault of yours
that never was i fully me

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the impulse that drives artistic expression is irrational, unconditioned, and impersonal. it is beyond the grasp of reason and its constructions, which allows it to make the being resonate at frequencies that reason is not able to reach, and thus initiate it into experiences that are beyond his comprehension.

Essentially written in one day in March 2013, « One Of A Kind » is an upbeat folk pop summer song about meeting someone who turns out to have special significance in one's life, and eventually becoming so close as to form a kind of unit with them.

Ultimately, it's also about how every encounter, whether apparently desirable or otherwise, actually contributes to one's growth and to finding one's place in the grand scheme of things.

Here are the lyrics :

verse 1

i was lonely
you were alone
silent city
no comfort zone
smiles in a faceless fight

one for the song
two for the road
please tag along
we'll share the load
hope in a heartless plight

verse 2

faithful come hell
or high water
under the spell
we're together
birds in a painless flight

if you don't mind
i'll hold your hand
we're gonna find
the promised land
steps at a trackless height

verse 3

this adventure
was no mistake
here's the future
that was at stake
wind in a fearless kite

we're the dreamers
of the big dream
all members of
one winning team
stars in a moonless night

pre-chorus

our worlds collide
no battles of pride
oh don't go
we're good for the ride
across the great divide

unexpected you
you paint my sky blue
you know
i am grateful too
for all you do

chorus

i see you you see me
delightful chemistry
we are one of a kind

i wished you you hoped me
look at you smile at me
no way justice is blind

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tell me i did not dive in way too deep
and that i will find the relief i seek
when bells toll the time to jump off the peak
say that there will be faith to take the leap

although i've walked the path of oracles
and seen you've kept the oath you'd said you'd keep
when the fruits will be close enough to reap
will i really believe in miracles

did your plan really include that last turn
or did i miss a lesson on the road
will there some day be nothing more to learn

not knowing the cost in merit to earn
it's hard to carry on hauling the load
but is there a choice between trust or burn

dare i declare that we'll always be one
that in your soul breathes an echo of mine
that our paths will fusion down the line
that this living bond cannot come undone

dare i reveal how we have been misled
by values that want us to be apart
told only a fool could follow their heart
by demons of greed, reason, and hatred

could you forgive me for being doubtful
of accepting the fate of a prophet
and having been of you so distrustful

could you punish me for taking so long
too bruised a lover, too meek a poet
to voice the truths we all knew all along

how many souls lay blinded by that creed
stuck on a rock that's lost in the vastness
fatherless child of mother randomness
the underlying view that fosters greed

satisfied by the laws of mechanics
kindergarten of logic and reason
unfit for the tests of intuition
barred from the master class in holistics

unprepared to see past material
as if fearing fatal delirium
through knowledge of concerns spiritual

yet truth is no stranger to this region
as it resides in equilibrium
where science meets with art and religion

i can recall the day when the world fell
and i could only watch in disbelief
as people blamed each other for their grief
before hiding back each inside their shell

from there we edged ever closer to hell
dying nature, fires, foul climes above
divided souls all longing for some love
while minds dreaded for them would toll the bell

and now a plague warns us with its dark chimes
to see we're tied, us threads of the same rope
against which we all committed some crimes

forgiven by the gods too many times
in the daily struggle to summon hope
our fate rests on a faith conveyed by rhymes

as i sit on the floor and bow my head
i wonder why my path has led me here
for which purpose must i be rid of fear
that lies in store for me somewhere ahead

no way could i the turns have all foreseen
nor prayed for all of life's given blessings
for the angels would not reveal their wings
until after the time they could be seen

is it a door i hear, a voice, a pace
or only an echo, a whim, a wraith
a breeze, a thought, a threat without a face

be still my beating heart, oh do not race
stay with me in the dark we'll hope for faith
to subdue misgivings out of its place

now that the truth is out
and edges the windup
say did you really doubt
of where you would end up

just right there where you are
all alone in the night
feeling more fraud than star
and really not that bright

not completely grownup
more bewildered than fine
but still the wait is up
time to come forth and shine

seems you blew your thirties
in healing from your teens
in bending to worries
and in blaming your genes

cloistered in priory
yet life was not tranquil
your want was fiery
unending test of will

years of slow advances
at the foot of millions
trained by circumstances
pruned by disillusions

countless angels unseen
arranging the decor
staging every scene
closing every door

but the ones to your fate
in ways that tamed your spleen
and pacified your hate
they polished up your sheen

to this constrained ascent
found pointless to oppose
much better to consent
than struggle in the throes

now you're pinned to the sky
right where life wanted you
you are not asking why
in truth you always knew

alien in the void
stuck to celestial dome
the gods blocked or destroyed
all the bridges back home

with no way to retreat
you must recite your tome
revealing the deceit
exposing the syndrome

you have no place to stand
and yet a world to move
a posse to disband
a thesis to disprove

billions of souls to stir
hearts to set afire
with notes that rouse and spur
and rhymes that inspire

to herald the reset
of the world that wasn't
and hasten the onset
of a way that doesn't

disregard our nature
but puts the living first
above expenditure
through the best and the worst

was it not all written
in the divine memoirs
on the nightly heaven
as a pattern of stars

that the worst could happen
at the perfect hour
to rescue the fallen
from haughtiness dour

so that they could in turn
save from the bonfire
their fellow men who burn
in confusion dire

was it not all written
well ahead of the time
in words aptly chosen
metered and set to rhyme

that there's no simple way
to rekindle nature
but take what from the day
provides shallow pleasure

so that there's no option
but to renew the deal
and forego volition
of escaping the real

was it not all written
well before the ordeal
in words left unspoken
lest they too soon reveal

that much more to this life
awaits behind the sheen
of the rewards of strife
and calculated mien

so that knowing the shame
of the superficial
would suffice to shun fame
for what's beneficial

was it not all written
in the celestial script
that thy fruit was smitten
and destined to the crypt

as it was not the yield
of pure inspiration
but was bred in the field
of selfish intention

so that from its demise
a new strength could emerge
a new life could arise
a new world could converge

(« God, suspended in the clouds, creates light. » by Thomas de Leu)

what was there left to do
standing at the summit
but to reach for the sky
up above infinite

what was there left to do
at the edge of the land
but to keep on going
and defy gravity

what was there left to do
at the end of the road
but to invent a bridge
onto a higher world

what was there left to do
at the death of a hope
but welcome the visit
of the ghost of a chance

what was there left to do
at the crush of a love
but to try to redeem
all the sins of the dove

what was there left to do
at the end of the dream
but to break the machine
that had torn us apart

what was there left to do
at the total collapse
but marvel at the sky
up above infinite

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