Daily Archives: December 12, 2015

M A N N E Q U I N

MY specialty is forgiving all
it becomes me
like when…there, it’s forgiving,
and you can come gaze with me
upon this dome of love
you must be someone else
that I am still here
and how it goes like a dream
and what have I become
? they are all moving
mannequins everybody guessed
and higher was weird
with eyes as falling leafs
petals of pixie wheels
and famous fatheads sing
‘I will let you down every-
\DAZE with bogus napkinsofbroken
stained thoughts
like FREEDOM is BREAKFAST
that deny night’s face
and died starving truth & love

:: 12112015 ::


I THOUGHT, “A SPARROW?”

IT was with a bang
that first I heard
a thought: sparrow had hit the house!
my sorrow for sparrow so immense!
The second bang shook my soul
surely a quake that rocked the world
my fear for the town so profound!
The third and last pierced my heart
and brought me back to my senses!

As the firing squad
completed their task
therein i died
remembering life as a dream!

:: — ::


xxx – ii

she said
o
o
0
h

between my
knees

i get this way
when you
come near
so dear
lets go
so far and
touch that
spot upon
a shinning
STAR
its all i need
we need
each other tonight
like touch and go
we dance and forNEVER
ask ‘what’s more?’
oh touch n’ go
i ate you
in one single bite!
yES, swallowed the sun!

<~?


THE BIG WHITE ELEPHANT

WHEN the sun shines it shines upon
my shoulders if I’m not with inside
my four-walled universe at home
so IF under the roof and it has
many shadow turns this heart of
colored flowers for a while in
a brightly window-lit room –I forever
love everybody but me ||if the room
chooses sometimes the curtains fall
enclosing me//but not before this
lovely feeling perishes and there
burns a phoenix bird with red
flamed anger…
and sometimes too a big white
elephant.

So, I sometimes never place a foot
outside my four-walled universe
but nature comes to me — even a
tiger roams here, as in the safari
land, and bears too sometimes
cuddle up to the little girl

And sometimes even the blue whale.

And upon prehistoric dragonflies
I sometimes escape my room
through a dimly lit open window
and see how nice the city fits
inside human minds

but sometimes too, and now and then
big white elephants.

:: 12062015 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – LIV (ODE TO ETUDES OP. 25, NO. 12 IN C MINOR – CHOPIN)

Passion
whither is thy heavenly gift
Beg
I doth for pastures of romance
Love thee — angel followeth me too
Kindness
compassion for all thy life
Understanding
wisdom from burning fire
Heaven
thou, dream I giveth prayer to thee
Love
is thy reason for living life
and desire for love
escapes thy flesh
afire angelic wings
kissing devil’s lips
a Christ-passion
for all high and base!

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A HUNDRED POEMS – XXXIX

I lay bare my soul to eternity
to see my clay form
from celestial breath
that I come from I now lay bare
the fall from grace in human form

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THE LAST HOPE GONE

THE SOUL sat upon a leaf
gently comforting me
I felt sun by moon
as gentle as the bee

Stress gave way to smile
the day made sky
burst worthwhile
then lost by physiognomy!

And skies so beautifully
blue became deeper blue
as a beating bruise upon
my mortal heart!

:: 12092015 ::


R E Q U I E S C A T (english ver.)

the tip of my temple eye
gazes(stealthily)
the floor of flowers
beyond the reach of
f l e s h
and only by spirit

does true love live(?)

A seed within my parched
m o u th
grew! into a single word
which i by heart and chords
sang etcetera love etcetera

” R E Q U I E S C A T !”

the resurrection of reckless
h a z a r d s
which befell my soul & /////:
H E A R T.
AND once upon a
(that is
over: and now for the grand
secret of where a true lover
goes when they shed their
mortal coil!
i(me)shall now know!

:: 12092015 ::


R E Q U I S E C A T

la pointe de l’œil du temple
contemple ( furtivement )
le parterre de fleurs
au-delà de la portée de
la chair
et seulement par l’esprit

l’amour vrai ne vivent ( ? )

Une graine dans mon desséchée
bouche
a grandi ! en un seul mot
qui i par cœur et accords
etcetera etcetera chanté l’amour

” R E Q U I S E C A T ! ”

a résurrection du téméraire
h a z a r d s
qui a frappé mon âme et ///// :
CŒUR.
Et une fois sur un
(c’est
sur : et maintenant pour le Grand
secrète de l’endroit où un vrai amoureux
va quand ils perdent leur
mortal coil !
i ( moi) vais maintenant savoir!

:: 12092015 ::


ART FLIES

IS art the free flying bird
without constraints of
morality?
IS life the weight of shoves
setting traps for the dove
of peace and love?
I can only
(no, you do not think)
then we know what
is within our veins
the false fox hole
where there are atheists
we wept searching for the
forest and maybe hills
the home: where souls
rest from drills
I saw/see the beauty of
art in all solidarity
it brings together all
of precious humanity
P E A C E bee with
nature and spirit!

:: 12102015 ::