Five Years and Counting (Extract)

FIVE YEARS AND COUNTING
Other Poetry Collections by Cendrine Marrouat And They All Rejoiced! Soul-Stirring Poetry, 2006 Short Poetry for Those Who Fear Death, 2006 Sortons des chemins battus. Posie de lme, 2006 Project : Hearbeats and Elevation, 2009
Other Projects by Cendrine Marrouat Rizen The CD, 2009 In the Silence of Words, a play, 2007 Dans le silence des mots, pice de thtre, 2007 Sound in Mind and Body, a poetic play, 2007 Poetic Moments, a monthly show, since 2009
For more information about the book, visit http://www.fiveyearsandcounting.com
Cendrine Marrouat
FIVE YEARS AND COUNTING A Journey into the Mind of Soul Poetry
2010 by Cendrine Marrouat ISBN number: 978-0-557-42429-0 Printed in the United States of America by Lulu Cover design and photograph by: Cendrine Marrouat
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage or retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author.
This book is dedicated to all of the people who have been by my side all these years, and have encouraged me to pursue a career that most hate. Always believe! For your wings Are made of Endless dreams Cendrine Marrouat
Five Years and Counting
CONTENTS Introduction p.9
PART I. Birth of Poetry PART II. Teenage Years PART III. Adulthood PART IV. Elevation!
p.11 p. 41 p. 87 p. 105
About the Author
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INTRODUCTION
The true mission of artists is to come to terms with their humanity through their own creations and actions. It is the only way they can help and uplift others. This book is my testimony to the world that we all change and grow, and that writing is one of the most powerful forms of healing. This collection is a compilation of old and new poems. Some you already know and others (many of them) you have never seen. The pieces at the end are also part of Rizen, the debut CD that I released in 2009. Part I is comprised of poems that I translated from my French book (Sortons des chemins battus. Posie de lme). By compiling five years of my poetry, my wish was to give you the opportunity to witness my growth as a poet and individual through the experiences from which I have learnt. My poetry is not only personal, but it is also universal. It means that while some pieces are very dear to my heart due to the memories evoked, a lot of others target readers. As a child of God, I feel that my mission is to help my fellow humans through the medium I master the best: poetry. While many consider poets to be dreamers who should stop wasting their time, I, for one, cannot conceive my life without poetry. The power of the written and spoken word, used in conjunction with mind, heart, and soul, creates a universe of possibilities that only those who have not found their passions would deny. Life cannot be experienced fully without them... This is exactly what the photograph on the book cover is about. I took it while visiting Dr. Sun Yat-Sen Classical Chinese Garden, a beautiful garden sitting at the beginning of Chinatown, in Vancouver, Canada. When looking for God or inner peace, people's gazes tend to rest on lower things. For example, they will look at the wall or the ground, and what they see will always be distorted. This is what happens with our own shadow when we are outside. Depending on the time of the day, the Sun will make it look more or less elongated. Too many people are busy looking down and trying to find a meaning to what they see without taking the time to breathe. Were they to look slightly up (with no expectation), God and inner peace would be found instantly. If you notice, the picture is slightly rising. It forces the eye to follow the pattern and imagine what is behind the window or on the left, where the mirror is. The peace I felt in the room where I was standing turned the picture into something that helped me find answers to some of my questions about life.
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In conclusion, I want to thank a few people from the bottom of my heart. Natasha Guy, my proof-reader and friend, whose professionalism and dedication have been amazing. April Sims, whose drive for excellence is unparalleled. Her unrelenting support and friendship have been instrumental in the completion of this book. NCC for teaching me valuable lessons on love, patience, and forgiveness. HMT for her constant faith in me. And of course, God, for entrusting me with the gift of words!
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PART I.
BIRTH OF POETRY
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I WRITE YOUR NAME
I write your name. Let me pray for you. My heart is yours, but this is an adieu. Some paths, the mind cant see. Silence is often better than the cross. I call your name. Let me take my leave. My heart is yours, but I must grieve. Sorrow slows down the refugee. I choose life over desires cruel toss. I see your name. I do not know. What we were, sand and sea, years ago Was not enough to fill the abyss. Now, wind is the only presence. I hear your voice. I shall not judge. You are forgiven, unconditionally. You are treasured, in all simplicity. Happiness, please face it passionately. I erase your face. Let me leave without you. My heart is yours, but this is an adieu. Some paths, the mind cant see. Silence is often better than the cross.
To N.C.C.
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MEMORY
One night, while oblivion was blinding me, And the whole world was seemingly in debris, A sparkling angel appeared in front of me: I am here to show you infinity, And help you to smother obscurity. Your tears, I often saw, but today, My absolution brings a brand new day. I heard your call and felt your distress. Ive loved your faith and gentleness. Today, will you reclaim your life, And let your essence stop wants strife? Suddenly, I could breathe again; Full understanding was my new domain. No more pain; no more misery. My timid inner child, embraced by beauty, Opened its eyes and slowly stood up again. God always dons a familiar form. Meeting him shatters any norm. Forgiveness is key. We must create (our mission) A world where dreams rhyme with passion.
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EXPLOSION
Some nights are treasured by memory. Tucked in our minds, their stirring will ease Painful moments and help the petrified heart To hope and dream again. Some days are unconceivable For their beautiful simplicity. And, on that Monday, the sight of you Made me envision the end of immaturity. And it did happen, for a little while. Our relationship, ever-expanding creation, Mapped balmy and fertile lands. Today, this world is slowly imploding. Autumn followed the joy of summer, And winter donned its icy coat. The sea chose to withdraw secretly, And life and love abandoned me. Still, some nights are treasured by memory. Tucked in our minds, their stirring will ease Painful moments and help the petrified heart To hope and dream again. .
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WHO AM I
Can you hear me? I am the wind kissing the grass. Can you see me? I am the sun radiating on high. They call me Nature. As pure as honey, am I. Can you feel my joyful heart, my fiery spirit? Your scornful manners are my favorite sky. They call me God. Fairy tales are my writ. Inhabiting men, women, and children, I have studied the universal pattern. With ears attuned and soul released, I have heard furtive stars love feast. Today, I am he or she, a human being, Whose life endures, oblivious of time. They call me Love or Soul. I am all and nothing. So, follow me and we shall create your sublime.
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MY TIMID INSTANT
Was it a dream or reality playing tricks on me? I heard leaves rustle at the touch of wind. Your words, like tormenting daggers, Confused my mind and shattered my heart. Were you an illusion or was I a fool? I watched the grass bend under the shock of time. Your eyes, once merry, now disconcerting, Demanded forgetfulness from my heart. Was I too young or just too blind? My body could not carry me anymore. I tried to touch your trembling hand, but suddenly, Realized that bitterness was times sweet folly. And you left and took away All the things that mattered. I almost forgot to keep my sanity, And sorrow destroyed my self-respect. Today, I still miss you. Was I too young or just a fool? Yes, I was fool because you and I Had been blessed and not seen it.
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INNER JOURNEY
In the depths of human nature, There is a quiet and harmonious place. I found it through hateless words. Its notes, pleasant and sweet, Have kept the ship of my sanity afloat. In the depths of my being, There is a silence that stifles tears. I heard it while trying to parade. My heart, bewitched by its caressing warmth, Suddenly accepted a new peace agreement. There is an inner journey, as some call it, Buried deep within our distant minds. Its furtive, yet transcendent discovery, Brings a new sense of purpose And offers a pause and divine spark. So, to the believers of life as a servile act, Let me tell you this. The greatest feat Is to embrace heartbeats and let go. The finest gift is to reach for the stars And keep God in sight to heal the scars.
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FORGIVENESS
Sitting down, I looked at the picture in my hand; In your face, I saw a tomorrow already planned. With my fingers, I redrew your uncharted map. Behind, the fours elements had left a dreamy gap. Suddenly, in the midst of chaotic anger and regret, My eyes rested on lifes book; pride was my debt. I started flipping through the pages with fleeting desire And saw a light at the end of the tunnel, like a ball of fire. I heard a silent voice; God was asking me to dream A life without anger. Forgiveness, echoed in a scream And the sun, over the clear horizon, shone again. Awake now, I loved seeing what I could attain. This explosion of light and glee unlocked my spiritual fetters. How many times had my vain tears drowned loves letters? Why had I pretended that I could love on the altar of hate? I wish I knew but to such madness, I will no more relate. Forgiveness teaches worthy lessons on spirit and soul And acceptance; you cannot deny want and love as a whole. Hell hangs around crossroads with desire and hate, Until man, a willing slave chooses to open their gate.
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YOUTH
Youth, can you hear the children from your blissful kingdom? Can you see the dazzling sunrise honor their freedom? Your bluish eyes create delightful pictures of saintdom And your silvery voice sings hymns of silk woven. Youth, lost in the unknown, which language do you speak? Do you use the supernatural to impress the meek? Your fingers have the most lyrical technique, And your heart writes poetry gallingly oblique. Youth, your echoes only read like violence. Observe the wise, blinded by arrogance, Who envy your passion and insouciance And try to stifle your self-proclaimed difference. Sadly, youth, paradise changes with responsibilities. One day, judging becomes part of your abilities And suddenly, the memory of your former adversaries Vanishes, and in turn, you close the door to new fraternities.
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PAGES
Life, I understand what you want from me. Now, I can fly and fashion my own decree While treasuring our oneness to the highest degree. Even if I may have stumbled on some parts, Your book is truly a master of eternitys arts. Love, your energy has divinely inspired me. Reality has turned my dreams into beauty After I was able to find freedoms key. Even if I may have forgotten self-affirmation, Your pages I have read and grown to salvation. God, experiencing your daily presence Has turned life and love into abundance. And my mistakes were given leave of absence. I may have forgotten the science of self-respect, But never Soul, for I was building a future perfect.
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MUSIC
Music, most sublime muse. (Magic, surreal, idealistic) I envy your beauty and worship your looks. (Eternal, everlasting, universal) Music, your transcendence confuses me. (Near, far, disconcerting) I cherish your notes and sing your praises. (Beauty, loyalty, religiosity) Music, when I lose my way, (Visions, dimensions, comprehension) My faults you welcome in a peaceful voice. (Infancy, memory, desire) Music, my soul bathes in your harmony; Your forms permeate my spirit. And I discover abysmally sweet infinity And I hear poetically stirring reality. You are like a sister by my side, Allowing bonding with divinity. Thank you for your simplicity. My heart is yours for all eternity.
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Thank you for downloading and reading the first 20 pages of Five Years and Counting. A Journey into the Mind of Soul Poetry! My book is available for purchase at the following: My website (autographed) Amazon.com (book and eBook) Amazon.co.uk McNally Robinson Booksellers Lulu.com Lulu eBook iBookstore For more information, visit http://www.fiveyearsandcounting.com.

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