‘Anything is to be found…’
20 Thursday Nov 2014
Posted in Poetry
20 Thursday Nov 2014
Posted in Poetry
17 Monday Nov 2014
Posted in Poetry
– “Why does love hurt so much?”
– That’s because you are falling with your arms open…
– “How do you prevent your heart from being broken?”
Set it free from its hutch
And you won’t have to worry about the key to your heart being stolen.
Let every love-token become a feather
Because falling in love is all about learning how to fly together.
13 Thursday Nov 2014
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As he goes south
Her mind’s mouth
Cuts through his flesh
As he touches through the mesh
Making their pleasured silhouette’s leaven
Raise with words of Heaven.
25 Saturday Oct 2014
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Fall in love with places, fall in love with British ground
Stamp your feet into the soil and feel the dirt, smell the seven corners carried around from across the world
Feel it come and go, the freedom of lost and new friendships crowned
All this to be experienced through a wisp changing-you waiting to be curled
Embrace the extroverted dusty and glimmering noises at night
And watch the hours fall prey
Embrace the elegant understanding of an omnipresent culture during the day
And watch your mind ignite
Dance and swirl to be recognised, jump hard and crawl deep
What you have to offer has not yet been put to sleep
Become the city’s excess people want to remember when at home
Fall in love with the city, fall in love with the marathon
And with joy make it yours safe to roam
Welcome my friend to London
26 Thursday Jun 2014
L’une comme rarement quelqu’un
Le mal elle le retient aussi-bien
Que ses longues larmes s’enflamment
Aux ourlets de son âme.
L’autre n’ayant jamais le souffle fragile
Ingère avec mauvaise appétit les tonnerres des milles
Voyant en elle la renaissance d’une morale
Se bercer aigrement dans son orale.
Pour l’une comme pour l’autre,
Un moment de chagrins est le temps des soins;
Au petit matin, mieux qu’avec les siens, elles s’offrent chacune aux problèmes du prochain pour y mettre fin.
27 Sunday Apr 2014
Posted in Poetry
Troubled as the sleeping ocean, fierce as the dying sun;
Ride those lustrous eyes of yours into the green flash for this is the end run.
Sunset horizon, head of a lion
Sunset horizon, head of a lion
A reminding symbol of its devotion, yet shunned again,
By an ending day who has summoned the lunatic son.
22 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in Poetry
[W0rds]
For ever and a day Phoenix promises;
Parochial canticles dipped into blasphemy;
Simplex substance with no force in return.
[Act10ns]
My sanctuary a trysting place for legacies;
A royal visit to the words’ tombs;
The mystery of recollecting behaviourism of accomplished moments.
Manon de Zarobe
03 Monday Mar 2014
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If inside you are dying for what you believe in,
Make it become your breathing,
For the sake of living.
19 Wednesday Feb 2014
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Lui, un ami de son ancienne vie est aujourd’hui ma compagnie de nuit…Bonsoir, fantôme de mon cœur.
Dans les ténèbres j’ai crié ton nom, autant de fois que ma voix ne pouvait le porter. Tapant d’un pied ferme, le sol, je l’ai griffé de tes initiaux en appelant aux anges. Basculant en arrière, le monde m’a appelé, avant que mon souffle n’a eu le temps de s’échapper. Nous voilà un an après…
Le ciel est noire ce soir et je sais pourquoi. Tu as récolté toutes les étoiles, pour descendre nous les déposer sur le front durant notre sommeil. Tu veilles sur nous. Merci mon ami.
19 Wednesday Feb 2014
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Sometimes you won’t have the answers you need.
Sometimes you won’t receive the answers you want.
Because if the head had to speak heart it would be hard,
And if the heart were to start it would not be smart.
Any given answer will not be understood.
Your hearts’ warms has gone rigidly cold,
And your cool head has gone questioningly hot.
Heal your temperatures first,
Find balance, and any answer found will be enough.