Tag Archives: #love

MYSTERIOUS TEARS AND PAIN

O city rain, my heart does pour,
Its teardrops fall, what can restore?
This languid pain that strikes the core,
A wound profound, I can’t ignore.

Soft raindrops patter all around,
A gentle sound, a soothing sound,
Amidst this pain, sweet rain is found,
Yet still, my heart in grief is bound.

Why do tears fall, I can’t explain,
They fill my heart, like endless rain,
No lover’s lie, no faithless stain,
Just mournful tears, a constant strain.

No love, no hate, just this unknown,
Why my heart aches, why it’s thrown
Into a world of tears, alone,
I seek the answer, yet it’s sown.

:: 08.04.2023 ::


À L’AMANT MOYEN

ce soir, les rues
me chuchotent leurs secrets
et je m’éloigne
d’amis qui taquinent
sous un soleil de minuit

ah les étoiles
dans leur danse sombre
ne peut pas tenir
tout l’amour
je ne peux pas nier

solitaires, ils brillent
comme je fais
affamé
pour toi
pour ton amour

personne d’autre
peut me faire sentir bien
j’ai faim de toi
et toi seul
mon coeur chante au ciel

ce soir, la toile de mon coeur
est noir et bleu
comme je me promène
sous le regard de la lune
chanter ton nom

ils sont seuls
et moi aussi
affamé
pour toi
pour ton amour

il n’y a personne d’autre
personne d’autre
qui peut combler ce vide
je n’ai envie que de toi

ce soir ce soir

étoiles solitaires
briller dans la nuit
et j’ai faim
pour toi
pour ton amour

personne d’autre
peut me faire sentir bien
j’ai tellement faim, tellement faim de toi
pour ton amour

ce soir, j’erre dans les rues
loin de tout
amis taquins
et le soleil de minuit
me chuchote
mon coeur pleure
pour toi
pour ton amour

ce soir ce soir
ce soir ce soir
ce soir ce soir


She Is Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night’s embrace,
Of cloudless climes and skies adorned with grace;
Where dark and bright, they blend in her sweet face,
Her aspect, eyes, a heaven’s gentle trace.
Thus mellowed, tender light, a radiant sight,
Denying gaudy day, with hues so bright.

One shade or ray, if altered, could erase,
The nameless grace that dwells in every trace,
Of raven tresses, flowing with such ease,
Soft light upon her face, a tranquil breeze.
Her thoughts, serene and sweet, in pure embrace,
Reveal a dwelling-place, so pure, so dear.

And on that cheek, and brow, so soft, so clear,
Eloquence finds home, yet calmness here.
With smiles that win, and tints that gently glow,
They speak of days in goodness, hearts aglow.
A mind at peace, embracing all below,
A heart of innocence, love’s blessed flow.

:: 08.02.2023 ::


UNDRESSES

She takes off her dress, and the mirror

obediently reflects her figure,

Now she sleeps, peacefully and profoundly,

Next to her, like a loyal dog, the mirror stands ready to watch over the night,

A faithful companion, in the dark and gloomy hours.

:: 07.28.2023 ::


A BIRD WITHOUT A TREE

How does the heart fare when left alone,
Like a bird without a tree?

Days spent by the stream,
Observing swirling eddies and lily pads,
Twirling aimlessly,
Just as I am without you.

A bird without a tree,
Both of us yearning,
Imagining the bliss we could share.

Whispers of the wind
Utter the words I dare not speak,
Longing and melancholy,
Like a restless dream,
Beneath the earth, a seed takes root;
Someday, a tree will grow.

Two lovers nestled in a nest,
Knowing that life is love,
To be shared and cherished,
Both believing… love never perishes.

Casting aside the flesh, I soar,
Above the vast skies,
Even if it remains a fantasy,
As long as you are by my side,
Rebirth holds no less meaning,
For pain is the key to life.

::rev: 07.15.2023 ::


THE ART OF CHOKE AND SURREAL LANDSCAPES

Ah! Boundless marsupials, shimmering embellishments, effervescent cocoa libations!

Thou art verily resplendent! Gleaming gems, resounding melodies, enchanting confections, palliative panaceas! Behold, the subjects long discussed in lofty discourse yet, they persist in rendering poetry a revelation!

These phenomena coexist within our quotidian existence, even amidst shores of conflict and funeral pyres. Verily, they possess significance. Their fortitude rivals that of stones.

Unfathomable echoes of celestial bounders, kaleidoscopic auroras that dance in tenebrous dreamscapes!

Transcendent realms where laughter twirls like cosmic embers, and time dissolves in a symphony of quivering hues.

Within this ethereal tapestry, kangaroos morph into stardust messengers, their pouches bursting with secrets untold.

Sequins morph into constellations, adorning the night sky with shimmering splendor, igniting celestial rhapsodies.

Oh, the nectar of cacao elixirs, flowing through veins like molten moonbeams, stirring senses and unearthing dormant desires.

In this surrealist ballad, chocolate sodas become elixirs of transcendence, each sip an eldritch alchemy that unlocks realms unseen.

Pearls, luminous orbs birthed from the depths of mysterious abysses, embody the wisdom of forgotten epochs, whispered by oceanic currents.

Harmonicas breathe melodies of eternal longing, their melancholic tunes an ode to the infinite longing of the soul.

Jujubes, saccharine enigmas, dissolve upon tongues, revealing fragments of enigmatic dreams, ephemeral moments captured in saccharine sweetness.

And aspirins, divine panaceas, alleviate not only corporeal afflictions but also the existential ache that plagues the spirit.

:: 07.12.2023 ::

Lo! These apparitions, these enigmatic fragments, are not mere ephemeral trifles but pillars of profound import.
They stand unwavering, stalwart as celestial stones, defying the tempests of existence, embodying the enigma of being.
Each verse weaves them into the tapestry of existence, unveiling their hidden meaning, turning the mundane into the miraculous.

Thus, oh seeker of the surreal, embrace these ethereal wonders, for they transcend the confines of mundanity.
Let them illuminate your path, casting cosmic radiance upon the banality of the everyday,
For within their enigmatic essence lies the boundless beauty of a universe unseen, waiting to be explored with eyes unshackled.

In the cosmic ballet of existence, where reality blurs with the fantastical,
Oh, let us delve deeper into the enigmatic abyss, where kangaroos frolic among nebulae,
Sequins birth galaxies, and chocolate sodas become elixirs of cosmic revelation.

For in these surreal vistas, where pearls transcend oceans of comprehension,
Harmonicas serenade celestial symphonies, and jujubes whisper secrets of the multiverse,
Aspirins dissolve the boundaries of perception, unleashing the infinite potential of the mind.

Behold, these eternal enigmas, mighty as the stars, shall forever defy comprehension,
And with each verse penned, we transcend the ordinary, unraveling the profound,
For the essence of surrealism lies not in the bizarre, but in the boundless wonder it evokes.

So let us, with quill and imagination intertwined, craft our final ode,
To the kangaroos, sequins, and chocolate sodas, and the mysteries they hold,
In this surrealist symphony, where rocks become poetry, and the surreal becomes our truth.

:: 07.12.2023 ::


LA CATEDRAL (In Two Verses)

(Free Verse)

In the realm where love’s melodies reside,
There blooms a song, like a heavenly tide,
“La Catedral” whispers tales of amour,
A ballad of passion, forever to endure.

Within its notes, a symphony takes flight,
A serenade enchanting, kissed by moonlight,
As fingers dance on strings, soft and tender,
They weave a tapestry, a love so splendor.

Oh, how this melody captures our hearts,
A timeless verse, a masterpiece of arts,
The guitar weeps, each strum a lover’s sigh,
Caressing souls, beneath a starlit sky.

In the cadence, echoes of love’s embrace,
A sacred bond, two souls interlace,
Notes intertwine, like lovers in a dance,
Guided by the moon’s alluring romance.

La Catedral, a sanctuary of devotion,
In its hallowed chambers, hearts find a notion,
Of love’s resplendence, ever so divine,
An eternal flame, forever to shine.

With each arpeggio, love’s story unfolds,
As passion’s tale in symphonic hues molds,
Whispered vows echo through the cathedral’s walls,
A love unbreakable, as the music enthralls.

So let us sway to this romantic tune,
Underneath the moon, bathed in love’s cocoon,
For “La Catedral” carries our desires,
Igniting flames of love, like eternal fires.

Together, we’ll create our own love’s sonnet,
As this sweet melody lingers, never to forget,
Forever bound in the enchantment it bestows,
In the realm of love, where our hearts eternally glow.

:: 07.10.2023 ::

(Sonnet)

In love’s enchanting realm, a melody sways,
“La Catedral” weaves its romantic spell,
A ballad of passion that forever stays,
Within our hearts, where true affections dwell.

Soft notes cascade like moonbeams on the breeze,
Their gentle touch ignites a lover’s fire,
In arpeggios, whispers of ardor tease,
Creating a symphony of love’s desire.

With each sweet chord, two souls find their embrace,
Their hearts entwined, harmonious and true,
In sacred rhythm, love’s essence finds grace,
As melodies entwine, forever anew.

“La Catedral” weaves a sonnet divine,
A timeless ode to love, forever thine.

:: 07.10.2023 ::

(YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NvTgRwJaAA8)


A GIRL WITH KALEIDOSCOPE EYES

WHEN i think of my precious mind
and i am just down there
just one more wine ~~ we’ve all
gone crazy ., in the small room sitting
and thinking, “Just one more drink”

rolling inside the head /that had
me almost tied\ like butterflies
flying away bye bye | i saw her
: alice running inside the Rabbit
Hole \ reality hypnotized almost
had me tied || i now realize
how the never showers of rain
like dirt dammit — i am sick
and tired of my head but someone
saved me______almost had me roped
and tied ~~~ and like butterflies

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –

We ate marsh mellow pies and coughed
a lung and used it as an umbrilla

The deep immortal human wish,
the timeless will:

           Cinquez its deathless primaveral image,   
           life that transfigures many lives.

   Voyage through death
                                 to life upon these shores.

And the line at the theater was long so we rode off
finding silver roads and lights within the skies

And Gluck said:

It is not the moon, I tell you.
It is these flowers
lighting the yard.

I hate them.
I hate them as I hate sex,
the man’s mouth
sealing my mouth, the man’s
paralyzing body—

and the cry that always escapes,
the low, humiliating
premise of union—

And lucy sings her song in the skies

:: 07.07.2023 ::


THIEVING SCENTS: A FLORAL LAMENT

As I gazed at the violet up ahead, I scolded:

Oh, sneaky thief, where did you steal the sweet dew from?
Was it not from the gentle breath of my beloved?

The regal shade that blushes on your cheek,
I know it was crudely stained by my lover’s veins, so true.

Because of your touch, I condemned the beautiful lily,
And took the buds of marjoram from your hair.

The roses, trembling on their thorny bed, in despair,
One blushed with shame, one turned pale with distress.

A third, neither red nor pure white, dared
To steal from both colors and claim your breath, a thieving guest.

But for its theft, a cankerworm, proudly aware,
Devoured its growth, consumed in miserable unrest.

I observed more flowers, yet not a single one
Escaped your thieving of fragrance and color, my beloved.

:: 07.02.2023 ::


SILENT EYES AND FRAGILE HANDS

SOMEWHERE, I’ve wandered gladly, far from known,
No prior journey mirrors what I’ve found.

Your eyes, in silence, hold a realm unknown,
In fragile gestures, mysteries abound.

Your gentle gaze can swiftly set me free,
Though I, like closed fingers, sought to conceal.

You, like spring unfolding, unfetter me,
With artful touch, revealing love’s ideal.

Yet if your desire is to keep me closed,
My life shall close in beauty, swift and grand.

Like snowfall on a flower, heart composed,
Imagining a world covered in white sand.

No earthly sight can match your fragile might,
Whose textured essence captivates my soul,

Infusing death and eternity in flight,
With each breath, harmonizing as a whole.

I cannot fathom what it is in you,
That both shuts tight and opens wide the door.

But something deep within me grasps the view,
Your eyes’ voice resonates, surpassing more.

No entity, not raindrops in their fall,
Possesses hands as tender as your own.

In their small grasp, the world’s wonders enthrall,
A touch that whispers secrets yet unknown.

:: 06.29.2023 ::