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Seth C Mongrut Poem
I adore the individualism of the artistic soul
because if it is inspired
high levels of divine information can be reached
for example:
sometimes, when I am composing in Piano
I feel like I am communicating with God
or when I am writing Poetry perhaps
Whatever the case is,
the dualism of life is not just apparent
people devote themselves to mundane goals
to reaching the approval of others
when true art burns in the heart
when death comes and things and fame don't matter
have we found, who we really are?
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My future shines like the rays of the sun
brings my inner power to the outside
my future shines like stars in a clear night
colors my horizon and makes me feel pride
Seth CM
07/12/12
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Lost in the forest of surreal imagination
I see you looking at my mind
with something to hide you give me a smile
with nothing to give I feel you so mine
Our fingers are playing little games
games of love
our hands are holding the vine of desire
they don't stop until our bodies become one
The music of madness is alive
everyone poisoning
our worlds are shaking
the same way we are surfing on the waves of our own rhythm
Carlos Mongrut
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Dark night, cold rain
you and I standing there
beyond our understanding
the ocean our domain
in front of it we shiver
trying to decipher
Subconscious mind is showing us
the dream has taken over us
what is the meaning of the signs
Have we met in another life?
CARLOS MONGRUT
2013
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La vie est rouge comme ton coeur
plein de passion et d'excitation
avec l'amour comme cerise sur le gâteau
et le bonheur est la crème glacée ...
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Love in madness
love in silence
love in ignorance and blindness
Love in coldness
love in pain
in disappointment and regret
Love insulted
love abused
love that loves even confused
Love forgives
does not forget
love strong condemned to end
Carlos Mongrut (08.17.14)
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There is a light shining in the mirror
I am in front of it
I am having blurred vision
but my inspiration clears it
The notes of the piano are dancing
the melody enchants me
there is a noise inside and out of my head
but my muse filters it
An extraordinary tomorrow is embracing me
the breath of God
being unique is essential to the puzzle
performance is a must to the fact
if you reach into your inner self
letting yourself connect to your soul
you will find originality on your own
and you should develop it to bring it to the World!
Seth CM
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J'adore l'individualisme de l'âme artistique
parce que si elle est inspirée
il peut trouver des niveaux élevés de l' divine information
par exemple:
parfois, quand je compose à Piano
Je sens que je suis en communication avec Dieu
ou peut-être quand j'écris la poésie
peut-être
Quel que soit le cas,
le dualisme de la vie n'est pas seulement apparente
personnes se consacrer à des objectifs mondains
d'aboutir à l'approbation des autres
quand l'art véritable est comme le feu dans le cœur
quand la mort viendra et la renommée ne a pas important
lorsque les poumons ne peuvent pas respirer l'air de la vie
savons-nous vraiment qui nous sommes?
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Long neck, black dress
cold look, wet kiss
big heart it"s said and
loyal until death
elegance on the water
envy of the rest
no matter where you go
your mark is always left ...
Don't talk, no need
just move those curves
as you like to display
your beauty everywhere
from Heaven you came
(but your magic is dark)
your love is divine
beautiful Black Swan!
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Guided by the spirit
I walk through the meadows of the city
where Heaven and Hell kiss
as if they have lips
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