Such a playful synergy
Your heart strings and mine
Thrumming on our frequencies
Drawing fourth sacred energy
Running on light beams
Dipping our toes into notes
And hands wafting in melodies
Dizzying highs and resounding lows
Shattering boredom
Stepping on apathy
And plucking joy from the air
A glorious spiritual liturgy
How beautiful now since we've learned to pray
Drawing such sublime adventures
Going this way and that
Shuffling the order of truths and mystic mysteries
Coming full circle where withall
then bounding off again.
Such a lifting of feet
a symphony of etherial musings
The tethering of our minds eyes
innocent daydreams
Making a mockery of darkness
Shining in the glory light beams
Bloated with gladness
Soaring with hopes
Soul Edifying
And that's just the beginning
Of our poetry.
I wish that I could build windmills
In the vast and empty space between my ears
Maybe they would power my imagination
And feed my hopes and fears
I wish that I could plow the fields of my mind
And raise a bountiful crop
With lands and lands of growing ideas
Over hills and valleys until they drop
Into ravines and torrents of inspiration
Flowing through my very veins
Gushing, splashing onto paper
Roaring like oncoming trains
And blasting speedily through my write-block
Then coming steadily through my head
So I can be happy with my efforts
AND FINALLY, I CAN GO TO BED!
Hide My Heart
You're coming up
Too often in my thoughts
The welcome remembrance
The spark of your voice
The fact that I get a thrill
When from you I read
Slowly I'm yielding
Gently, I'm slipping
It's time to hide my heart
I refuse to get hurt
You've not come out
To declare that I'm yours
So I refuse
To slowly reserve
Myself for you
That, you don't deserve
I'm hiding my heart
With all diligence
Issues of my life
Require no negligence
So yes, with all might
I'm hiding my heart
THIS MAN?
This is plainly unusual, a small trip to hold you on…still a true story…
Let no make it sad or happy but unusual, this is the word to start a revolution, I like it, I like to say…I should I say I dare to say?!
The music was pretty exotic at the time, a bit like me, a bit like the way I looks at the time, outer space they would says, I would disagree for the sake of it, and say with modesty, I was only be true to myself…. hehehhe…
Alcoholic brevages, alcohol smell, alcohol friends, alcohol everything, I would say…again, I know…shuttttttttt…
But here it was my only friend, or I should I say, a friend which was pretty much there at the time!
We were wondering the street, and find ourselves into this man house, more alcohol, more despair, more intellectual violence’s, god we love it!
The records was playing in the background, we thought we knew it all, my sweet friends did don’t we? Bless the innocence I say we were at least maybe naïve, but unspoiled!
What seems at the time, an old man, who had the time was a very good host, how should I say, a good punter, as we felt if we could save on life and eat someone else life we would save ourselves from the devil of this earth, I think?
I should leave the details off, by now and get to the juicy stuffs, I can hear you saying, or is it again this voices in my head, patience, I say, the ones who know who to wait, shall be reward, the lord spoke!
We are in 1988 I think, my memoirs ain’t this good this day…1988, I still wonder if I love you or hate you, I sure have a lot to speak about it…christelle, somehow you come to my mind again, as time grip my mind…
But I shall reserve you the best place of this story, be patient, I know, I recognised your call…I shall be there soon, time is only illusion…remember?
Have you ever been in bed with an abuser?
Do you know the touch of his flesh against yours?
The smell who fill the room?
The fear of your mind leaving you forever at the time?
Doesn’t it feel so warm today, when at the time it felt like death?
Maybe we were to feel this extreme, to feel alive, maybe we are already death, I like to think sometimes!
I like to think tonight of a shooting star, dead before the eyes of the human fellow could see it, I like this, it make it so easy to bare…the weight of it all, must be as heavy?
Do I have to say more? Wouldn’t be funny if it happen again, surely not!
Somehow the scenario repeated himself, the twisted of life I like to think, or maybe the sense of humour of the man without a face….
I can honestly, I forgive, I forget my human fellow, and in the process forgive my sins!
As long as I kown someone will find comfort to this words, I have find my destiny, I shall walk bare feet’s to my graves, naked, I shall embrace his grace, and please if you are listening, with no fear, I shall push the doors of the unknown…I am so ready for you, my sweet child.
This they could never robbed me, the innocence of the child is never lost, and the dying flesh should perish with him…
Therefore like the last days of summer, my story for tonight should end with melancholy…
Was I lying to myself, or fearing the unknown? Are they any justification for it? I shall leave it to him…
Many years have past, many pains and sorrow have flourish since, and joy and hope have won over it after all…
Maybe stories do finish well after all, maybe I just have not understand the end of it yet, or choose not too…doe it really matter, apart from the fact that in the end, I feel so alive as I type this words….?
I say not really.
HERVE NAUDET DIT MARGOT.
You’ve done it again. You’ve done it again, mate.
You went back on your word when you promised you’d stick with me in the long run.
Even if our passion moved far too quickly at first.
Before it simmered down to give us time to intercept our demons.
It should’ve been the other way around.
In an age where I can’t see your face nor can I hold your hand,
It’s become a force of habit that I wish I could stop partaking in.
I love too quickly because I am a freak scared of being molded into something I’m not.
Regardless of my desire, I still have to know what goes on in your own life.
That either excites you, scares you, angers you, saddens you, and soothes you.
I’d have to appreciate you before my infatuation gets the better of me and it evolves into love.
I never planned to stop caring even after finding out your weight was dangerously high.
I was reassured that you planned to take care of yourself, but you never knew that.
You didn’t know what to do nor what to say when I didn’t find out about your size sooner.
You didn’t want to shove me away, but you did.
You didn’t want to hurt me, but you did.
You said you were interested in me, but you weren’t.
You said you weren’t in it for short-term happiness, but you were.
All because you turned your back on me when I was willing to keep you tight regardless.
You are such a damn fraud that vies for a sugar bowl that I am fighting tirelessly to keep.
How many sorries does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
I could let you know when you get it to turn on.
But how can I notify you if you severed ties with me?
Since you ran away, an apology is as empty as your soul.
You turned out to be just like your exes and here I am, telling you, “Fuck your love quest.”
It’s not like you’re going to take it again anytime soon nevertheless.
Lonely pieces of crap only want to love when they wish for an early death.
Were you trying to gasp for air when the ocean took away your breath?
If you’re still wondering why you’ll never find love, I’ve got bad news for you.
The way you made my heart beat for you until you made a crack in it is the answer to your question.
You may never know this about me because I don’t always realize it myself.
But when I embrace a soul whose loyalty and compassion is unbreakable,
I realize that I am never alone.
They may face obstacles and heartaches of their own, but they never let them tear them apart.
One day, I’ll find love of my own and I continue to pray that it will be as true as my friendships.
What a shame that you’ll never see that I am never alone.
Beating Heart Part 2
Verse 1:
I can feel your heartbeat
Whenever you are with me.
Little did I know
That this would be
My first and last love.
You’re everything I need and want.
Chorus:
Even if I fall in love
With somebody else,
You’re my everything.
No one else compares.
It just won’t work out
As much as we love each other.
‘Cause this beating heart
Is your’s to keep.
Verse 2:
I get tired of waiting.
We both met when
We were young.
It felt right.
Everything fell into place.
‘Cause this is our love story.
Bridge:
When I first met you,
I felt like I knew you.
It was so natural
For both of us
To be together.
Don’t let me go
‘Cause this beating heart
Belongs to only you.
*
On a branch
outside Sing Sing
trying to cheer her
favorite prisoner
a bird sings
saiom shriver
Footnote: Sing Sing is a NY State prison, located in Ossining New York
My Revelation
As I sit here typing, it cannot be more clear that for the first time in four years, I have become aware of my disassociation. This life felt unreal, it had lost all appeal. I was left yearning to be full and my anxiety, had taken over.
I no longer cut my and carve my skin, and I consider that a win, for my life was feeling so bleak. I have eaten my emotions for the last time, it is my time to rise, I refuse to continue being weak.
No more crying, no more excuses, the time for action is now. My loathing for existance will be drown out, and I will finally find bliss. Soon, the love of my life shall feel an altar kiss.
This woman shine bright, much brighter than the sea. She has bright eyes and a brighter smile, she is loving and completely wild. Her red hair is long and free. She has my heart, all my love, and with her I will always be.
This woman has saved my life, she has brought me a burning light and chased away my demons. So on that day I will be grateful, I will be honest and true. The day that will be my best, is the day I say, "I do."