Back Againwhen you get there, they say "welcome back"Back Again in Open More Like This
as they do on your return
we're always welcome
this is the incredible
fish symbol, and fishing rod
a net to sweep you off your feet
this play's the thing in which we catch the conscious of the Qing.
Why we fightmembership card burning partyWhy we fight in Open More Like This
keep our cuts
close to the edit
vest pocket poker watch
its actually a re-unfolding
returning to the source
play it back
and soon, we'll make the bishop move
off to a new future
replace the 2 with 3
the hardliners off the page
bezier rewrite of our
more bounce to each ounce
and then we'll see
exactly what it is
we intended to, so long ago
PharminatrixI.Pharminatrix in Open More Like This
it's only a means
you're looking for the formula
to reify your animaux
because they loved you
warm and true
even teeth and blood
reaching for the thread
easier to cut
than to be cut-out
which we should know:
it's only your way
to safely find
the pink puppy at the end of time
sifting castle crenellation
for archaic cupcake generation
lightning dendrite in the eyes
you've seen the map of your own mind
striking stone and digging root
cracks and branch and horn to boot
stylized prosthetic parts
returning to the body
trained in ancient, unknown arts
highly skilled in kanly-
covering the blood on fire:
secret agent, lie in wait
to push the world with your desire
and bring about your fate
And now all forms drop away
now you can embrace it all
so violently ek-static
and timid hiding, compensation ends
A heart so strong and broken
you keep the beat, but lose the time
arche arche logos anthro
that said...communistication breakdown,that said... in Surrealism More Like This
it's always the same (or different)
heaving the neural brake down
drives me in Sane.
it's always something
or maybe it's alternatingly not exactly
you're not watery enough
because you're frayed
afraid of their myths
they got you
I'll slide you out from under
Destroy your construct and make you
Then the enemy will fall,
with nothing to enemize
no violence to economize
Think of how palestine could be one.
How the east was won.
Let go and let the world embrace you.
If you don't, I'll make you.
It's not a contradiction
my silly statist fantasists
I'm not saying you're fantascists...
Just that the ant's getting in the way
The best defense is a good defense. Get it?
Oh Maxwelloh Maxwell, luciferian,Oh Maxwell in Surrealism More Like This
sort the eigenstates
with your feline companion
drop your argent hammer
and leave the trepanation,
to others far more crude
delta of eos -
wiggly pelvic welcoming
your gaunt equations
thinking it was real
they kept looking for the substrate
and thus abandoned all momentum
to the weavers
And so I stand here,
both, not neither
An equal opportunity
be ye fish or foul,
I'll rearrange you too
with my sinister vector
We love you so muchand then she reminds you of what you[re] hear [for]We love you so much in Free Verse More Like This
the secret wink lets you know
that it's all a stage
and shakespeare had it right
but no one understands him either
even he didn't
and it's going to be fine
even if the worst happens.
But you can't go on like that
"keep fighting my little loved one,
I'll only love you more for it,
for you are the greatest testimony
I could ask for."
how great is the movie that makes you really feel pain?
Found Ten Headsclock addicts keeping scoreFound Ten Heads in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for the next feed
in time for the starting line
a past disguised as the future
I scheme, you scheme
the war of line-drawing
virtual construction dreams
and something that was once
and shall yet be
(we're all secret agents, here in annexia)
slowly, so as not to arouse
the reality cops,
plead the 23rd
"it's all a game, right?"
Lord, Lady, LoverLord, Lady, LoverLord, Lady, Lover in Free Verse More Like This
Elohinah lama sabacthani
Fulfill your word, let me expire
and in this form, re-suspire
then I shall finish the task
for which I was self-created
The temporal mechanics
rock around the clock
closing the gaps
on the orders of the psi-cops
They're game for you
they've got all your numbers
selling tickets to the lottery show
That's not what we're here for
and you know
This can be more real
than a tummy ache
Let your heart break
until it is unbreakable
Don't be scared of the last part
we have the momentum
or we will
and dare to no!
when they tell you what
you're "supposed to"
thelema end low easewhy knot?thelema end low ease in Free Verse More Like This
why know it? who knew it?
why no it? aye, knew it.
yay! neigh. decide to say it.
decide who said it.
nuit? hadit? left it.
but I can't touch it yet. why? knot.
unravel, and be it.
Central FocusI.Central Focus in Open More Like This
secret plans, we walk with tiny padded steps
wheels within wheels, we spin our spiral threads
as we cross over, either deeper or more shallow
in both directions, we leave our webtrails
subimposing through the superposition
to get back to the world we are heir to
but have been deprived of for so long
remember yourself and rejoice!
there's nothing wrong with you
that everything you want won't fix.
it is no one's place, not even yours
to either reward or punish you.
all we can give
is what we have
it's up to them whether
or not to receive it
trust the shuffling hands
and let the cards fall where they may
without you, you've got nothing at all
The dying god12. The dying godThe dying god in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I heard Ares pull his sword from the scabbard and in a swift movement engage two of the Semlis. They in turn reached out with their hands, unarmed it first seemed, until I saw that they were transforming their fingers into long, razor-sharp claws. That didn't stop Ares a second though. He had anticipated this I could tell and avoided their slashes with ease.
"Get out, Didi!" he called. "Take Xena and get the chaos out of here! Now!"
"Do it!" At the same time as the words left his mouth he split the two Semlis in half and they sort of melted down to the ground - where they started to reshape themselves again, regaining their form. Ares stepped on one of them and it stopped moving but the other one engaged again, and then Ares became covered by those creatures which attacked him from everywhere, slashing with their silver claws, ripping Ares' leather jacket and pants into shreds. His comparison to insects really seemed frightenly accurate now, large, silv
Remedy13. RemedyRemedy in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I lost almost all perception of time; it felt like I had been pulling at that spiritual thread for hours - days - perhaps even weeks, when the alien undercurrent suddenly started to yield. When that happened my own feeling of control started to return slowly and at the same time Ikaton's thread of life begun to snake itself back again, out of the hole, inch by inch. Or whatever it was, I had no clue about how to measure these things. Still I knew I was - winning this. But it was far too early to triumph. Ares had taught me that, told about the importance of not celebrating until the last enemy fortress was taken. Because there might still be surprises lurking out there, concealed secret weapons.
Yet this could be done. I steadied myself and tightened my pull at the thread and began to really haul it in. As the time went by I managed to pull the energies of Ikaton back into this world. Finally, when the last strand passed through the hole, it collapsed with a frighteni
My honorable foe14. My honorable foeMy honorable foe in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
About ten minutes later we were back home again. 'Home' as in the now nearly abandoned headquarters of the Greeks in Darangorlad. I put the still sleeping Xena to bed in an empty room next to Ares' and my suite and Ares went to find Kalian. When I caught up with them Kalian was pouting because we hadn't let him come with us to Rhembosia.
"You deserve all love and respect, little Hero" Ares tried. "But you are still a tad too young to follow us on a mission like this. We had to save Xena and we had to do it fast or those bad guys who had caught her would've hurt her really bad. And you wouldn't want that to happen, right?"
"No..." Kalian was facing his father with a suspicious look in his dark eyes as he thought it over. He was certain that Ares was outsmarting him, yet he could not grasp how, although I could almost hear how his brain was at work here. Then he turned to look at me as I had finished the struggle with getting off my sweaty, torn and dirty tuni
Larger than life16. Larger than lifeLarger than life in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was unusual to wake up earlier than Ares. He was almost always up and around when I woke up. Either that or he woke me with kisses and cuddles, wanting to start the day with affection. But today it was the sun which woke me up and I found my love still sound asleep next to me in the bed. Rising on my left elbow I regarded him where he rested - convinced that very few people had actually seen Ares when he was sleeping. His parents of course, some lovers. Some men he might've shared tent with at the front. But Ares never wanted to be caught with his guard down so he was very aware with when and where he slept. Thus others never got to see the difference. How smooth and relaxed he had become in both body and aura, his face soft and devoid of the plethora of emotions always showing there during the hours of awakeness. He looked younger too - boyish. At that moment I really saw the resemblance between Kalian and his father. The same kind of cheek, chin, nose a
The city of high spires11. The city of high spiresThe city of high spires in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ares and I flew the few miles to the city perimeter and there we touched ground again, in the dark among some trees in a park, and from that point we started walking. The walled-in park rested mostly in darkness and seemed neglected, with its overgrown paths and dried up fountains filled with old leaves and broken marble statues regarding us with empty eyes. At the end of the park were some buildings, covered in graffiti of the kind you saw all over the world, dirty words mingled with slogans proclaiming the other teams' death. In this case it was not surprisingly the Greeks. None of us chose to comment it.
Between the buildings were two rusty gates locked with a chain and a huge padlock. Ares didn't bother with the chain though; he went directly for the weakest point, the hinges of the left gate. A pull and the gate fell inwards with a large crash which made me hope no one had been around to hear. At least no one who would consider caring. But there
Duel6. DuelDuel in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I woke up in the middle of the night, not really sure about where I was. The dreams had been full of war. Of smoke and fire and terror. And of - Arian. He had come for me, hadn't he? In the middle of all the mayhem he had been there.
And was still?
It was completely dark, and I was hot and sweating with a sticky feeling between my breast and under my neck. I found myself lying spooned up against a warm body. A man with his arms around me and his breath against my neck, making me feel warm - and safe. So very safe. Arian? Ares!
Yes, it all came back to me like a bucket of water had been poured over my head, all the pandemonium of yesterday. And Arian - my wonderful Arian had been Ares the war god. He had appeared out of smoke and fire and saved me and Kalian when I thought all was lost. Then he and I had made love here in this dark room, I still felt my lower lips contract when I recalled the bliss. I couldn't even begin to describe the ecstasy he had brought me into. The
The twilight of war7. The twilight of warThe twilight of war in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What did you really say to Taniroth? Before you killed him?" I asked. We had just finished lunch and Kalian had run off to pester some of the soldiers with his millions of questions. Ares and I sat by the corner of a big table, he was leaning against the wall, apparently satisfied with the large meal. I was going to learn that he ate as much as three men, and I understood where Kalian's large appetite was coming from.
"I told him that I was not going to humiliate him by asking him if he wanted to beg for mercy."
"Do they do that often?"
"It happens. Some act so brave and stubborn, but when facing death they often back off."
"Do you - show mercy then?"
"Sometimes. When I know that I have made a point with my fighting and they won't come after me later, seeking some stupid kind of revenge. As if they thought they could beat me a second time when they failed the first! Most of the times those duels are unnecessary though. I had to challenge Taniroth, because
A call out in the night8. A call out in the nightA call out in the night in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The same evening as my failed try at reconciling Ares with Xena the peace treaty between The Hellas Commonwealth and the Kingdom of Anatolia was signed, in a sacred place not far from the city of Darangorlad. The Litvinia hill held a temple to The Eternal Zeus, a god held in revere by both Greeks and Anatolians, and in consequence a place where both groups could meet without anyone feeling lesser or intimated by the other party. The event - which was more like a ceremony than anything else - took place in the grand hall of the temple, beneath the inscrutable face of a marble statue of the great god. The large hall lay in dusk in spite of the many burning lanterns and the air was reeking with incense and lack of oxygen.
It was amazing how those magnificent temple halls seemed to look more or less the same wherever you came. From Karkheidon to Kolchis to Inthorergon to Darangorlad. Same rows of pillars, gilded ornaments, marble statues and uncomfortable
Never abandon a friend9. Never abandon a friendNever abandon a friend in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ares was never the man of pointless questions. As soon as I had told him my dream he brought out a brass bowl and filled it with water he conjured up. Then he put it between us in the bed so we could use the water as a scrying device and see what had happened. Xena had not been kidnapped against her will as I had first thought. There had been no abduction of a kicking and screaming friend. Instead she had been approached by a tall, bearded elderly man in a long dark-blue coat and toppy hat who had offered her a large sack of money for her services.
"You'll have to come with me to Rhembosia because the patient is there and cannot be moved" the tall stranger said, his voice oddly pitched for a man and with that guttural, edgy lilt I had come to connect with the Anatolians. "And we'll be travelling immediately, time is dire."
"I'll have to pack a few things." Xena replied.
"Make it fast. And remember we can get you almost anything you need in Rhembosia, so
Five days2. Five daysFive days in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Our little village of Salenda lied a bit off the main roads. It wasn't a regular tourist area even if it had a nice beach and a scenery well worthy of any paradise. No, Salenda was a small village of farmers and fishermen resting in a slow-paced time where the sun came up and went down over a few changes.
It was a silent place and it fitted me all too well after the turbulent years in Intorergon. Inthorergon, the city that never slept. Inthorergon, the city of light and excitement, a vibrant place which boosted your soul and made you feel so very alive - made you feel like you had become put down right in the middle of the world, such an action filled adventure was it to live there. Inthorergon was a city which assaulted its visitors with its noise, its colours and lights, its smells and its everlasting motion. A city which left no one unbothered - either you loved it or you hated it. A city which during my third year there handed me Lothan - not on a pla
Robert DwyerQuitter la vie, quand elle est trop amère,Robert Dwyer in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Annuler d'un seul geste, abandonner
Le monde. Sans trouble. Sans colère ou dépit.
Esprit tranquille. Contenance assurée.
Une enveloppe grise
A mes enfants, d'abord.
Je vous aime à mourir.
Pardonnez mes erreurs.
Mes anges mes chéris,
Voyez ma décision
Comme la preuve ultime
De mon immense amour.
Jésus m'a envoyé
La pire des épreuves.
Je ne laisserai pas
Vos tendres vies si chères
Etre salies pour moi.
Etre salies par moi.
Ma mort vous donnera
La paix et la richesse.
Papa a tout prévu.
Vous rendra millionnaire,
Et la justice impie
De ce pays sali
Sera ainsi caduque.
Je me promets l'enfer
Pour vous, dieux ingénus.
Les mains jointes, je prie
L'église de vos curs,
Seul temple méritant
Ma foi intemporelle.
J'implore, je supplie
A genoux devant vous,
Mes enfants, le pardon.
Mon âme est dans vos mains.
Une enveloppe grise,
A mes frères humains.
Andre RieuLa douleur renvoie à la douleur qui renvoie à la douleur.Andre Rieu in Short Stories More Like This
Les plaies qui la rongent, à la nostalgie, à la tristesse.
Elle est partie voilà longtemps. Au coeur de la nuit. En courant, dans la brûme. Furtive, mystérieuse, la peau luisant sous la lune... Comme un miroir sans tain dissimulant un profond secret.
Elle y revient aujourd'hui en plein jour, frappée par un soleil crû et clair ; boiteuse et exposée. Ses cicatrices tiraillent, ses plaies crient.
Pas incertain, direction douteuse, allure malingre.
D'abord, tout a changé.
Les rues sont plus raides. Celle-là, qui montait jusqu'à la route, était pavée de pierres inégales, juxtaposées avec soin, avec science, avec art. Aujourd'hui, plus qu'une trace de savon sans rigueur, longue et lisse. Cette autre qui rejoignait l'école, lissée aussi, avec le même goudron aux hydrocarbures polycycliques cancérigènes,
SolitudeTes cinq sens fondent sur ton sein,Solitude in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Egocentrique et narcissique.
Tu te masturbes au quotidien,
Revendiquant ton célibat.
Tu seras seul aussi demain,
L'arrivismeDéchire l'arrivisme,L'arrivisme in Surrealism More Like This
Mords les infirmes de l'esprit.
Ils n'ont de la vision que l'avorton avide,
L'embryon dégueulasse qui les bouffe et les crève :
L'ambition qui fait vivre comme un hagard débile,
Un poison à gerber qu'ils boivent au goulot.
Allez loin, vous verrez, au bout il y a la mort,
Avec la bave aux lèvres, aux paupières des croûtes,
Verrue sanieuse, plaie purulente, sale adénite,
Va regarder de près la géographie crasse,
Sens le vent, goûte au sang, entend la peur horrible.
Cadavres ambulants, votre cœur dans le poing.
Il palpite, agonise et s'il avait des griffes,
Il couperait vos mains pour s'enfuir de vos vies.
Votre vie est partie, et vous, machines bêtes,
Déambulez encore à vouloir la gagner,
Accumulez des biens pour racheter votre âme…
Le chemin est un leurre, il empoisonne l'homme
A la voracité. Votre peau se flétrit.
Vos yeux se vident, sans bruit glissent de leurs orbites.
Vos dents claquent et cassent, tranchant au vif vos lèvres
En inondant vos langues d
PersonneJe suis né, je suis mort. Aujourd'hui je suis mort, et d'ici je vous vois vous empresser d'écrire, de consigner avec raison mon heure et mon passé, de graver dans la pierre, à la face du temps, il est mort, il est mort, il est mort, sur ma putain de tombe. On va tirer un trait sur la liste maudite des numéros trop longs, des numéros trop cons, des polices, matricules. L'existence finie. Prends tout ton attirail, cette existence-là c'était rien qu'une ENTRAVE. Un gros paquet serré dans la corde rigide de l'administration que vous pouvez jeter. Oubliez-moi. Relâchez-moi. Libérez-moi de vous, parasites nécrophobes. Vous m'avez empêché de vivre.Personne in Academic Essays More Like This
Je voulais autre chose. Vivre comme animal, tout le monde et personne, sous le soleil. Une place au soleil. Au milieu de mes semblables ; unique et sans souci. Sans souci et sans cette frénésie sénile que vous cultivez partout : gâcher la vie de tous pour pas avoir honte de soi. Mais non. Je nais et en une heure, je suis tout préparé. Un prénom au
Tous mes voeux« Je ne l'ai jamais vu aussi heureux ! »Tous mes voeux in Short Stories More Like This
Apparait à l'image le visage d'une jeune femme aux joues roses, joyeux. Elle porte un verre à la main.
« Hey ducon ! Félicitations !! Elle est pas belle la vie !! »
Trois jeunes gens un peu éméchés.
En séquences successives, des gens tour à tour souriant, hilares, éplorés, plus ou moins ivres, mettent à profit une dizaine de secondes de temps de caméra.
« Il a intérêt à être cool ton mariage ! Je t'adore ! »
« Ta femme est une perle rare mon pote, fous pas tout en l'air comme d'habitude !! »
« Toi, mon vieux, t'as de la chance ! »
« Tu es si beau mon tout petit, si beau, bonne vie à toi ! »
Jérôme Payse est assis dans un large fauteuil charleston en cuir chocolat, télécommande en main. Ses coudes reposent sur ses cuisses, il est penché en avant, attentif. Autour de lui, l'obscur
Oyez oyezVenez. Approchez. Entrez au chaud. Au sec. Dans mon crâne. Installez-vous où vous voudrez. Faites comme chez vous. Un bruissement tout autour : la pluie. Le clapotis de l'eau sur la terre assoiffée. Tout va bien, endomorphine, sérénité. On sourit. On ferme les yeux. Soupir détendu. Aaah. Vos doigts s'entrecroisent, votre nuque se dénoue, vos épaules s'ouvrent.Oyez oyez in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Y a pas de mal. Y a pas de mal.
Crève une enfant, pourtant, quelque part, violée par des ogres. Peau visqueuse dans peau céleste. Yeux de cendres dans yeux d'azur. Lèvres de plaie dans lèvres d'aurore. Des claquements. Les os craquent. La chair cède. Hurlements. Insultes. Petite salope. Dis que t'aimes ça. Gueule. Plus fort. Un coup. Plus fort. Tu vas t'en souvenir. Ma petite salope. Han. Pute. Un coup. La peau. La chair. Le squelette. L'esprit. Cèdent. Deux jambes trop courtes. Des angles contre-nature. Un ruisseau de sang froid. Bissecteur.
Serrez-laLes races : la haine,Serrez-la in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Les enfants : le sexe,
Les objets : l'envie.
Tout porte au putain de vice.
Dis-moi vicieux, esprit corrompu,
Tout un être pervers.
Moi je dis
Toi plus moi, plus lui, plus tous ceux qui le veulent.
Moi je dis
Lui plus elle, plus lui, et ceux qui disent non,
Puis oui après
Une effraction à mains armées.
Tout porte au putain de vice.
Les seuls gens qui importent sont contre-nature. Les seuls mots qui importent sont tabous. Les seules pensées qui importent sont un crime.
Quelle xénophobie êtes-vous?
Si j'érigeais ta médiocrité en empire, qui tapisserait le fond de tes fosses?
Les nègres et les niaks?
Les gousses et les folles?
Les cons et et les fous?
Le chaos, ensuite.
Le viol, le meurtre, la domination.
Et enfin, la fin.
Retourner sa haine contre soi.
Toutr porte au putain de vice.
Ma biteLa bite est un faisceau de nerfs, dont la conception est très faiblement variable d'un individu à l'autre. Elle constitue une interface de communication entrante et sortante normée sur la frange masculine humaine du biotope terrestre.Ma bite in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Par ma bite, j'exprime, je pose une façon d'être. Par ma bite j'explore.
Un siphon de piscine, un Dyson sans sac, une pâte à crêpes. Une vulve extravertie, un Tenga wavy egg, un anus à moustache. Une poignée de cheveux, une relation familiale, un animal à la santé douteuse.
Ainsi, ma bite affirme mon envie de vivre, l'ouverture de mon esprit ou ma motivation envers mon objectif, mon état d'esprit. Ma bite a des humeurs, des mines, des émotions. Ses agissements, son quotidien, ses échecs et ses exploits sont dictés, tout comme un individu lambda, par une combinaison de ses caractéristiques innées, de ses compétences acquises, de ses émotions et
Chambre A4Trou carcéral, écarté loin du mondeChambre A4 in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Normal. Sur un ratelier mat, écru,
Blanc cassé, un arsenal d'outils
Psychiatriques. Un équarisseur-né,
Bloc-notes ancré en main, un rictus
Déformé de croc-notes, il éructe.
Des interrogations abruptes,
Des questions acérées,
Il, dressé presque arqué, décarcasse
Désencrasse, les instincts carnassiers,
Les rouages crantés, grince et crisse,
Grimaçant, bielle et marteau en main.
La volonté de vie, ses viscères,
Des crânes évidés, au couteau,
Les berçant, il se les approprie.
Tout comme le ferait une autiste,
Enfiévrée, une enfant demeurée
Mettant bas par l'anus, il les berce,
Il agrippe, entre ses métacarpes,
Le mal psychologique, débordant,
Post-partum, d'amour ultra-violent.
Rouge et débilis
Marital Arts Part 18 - The Fruit of Lost LoveThe Atlantic Ocean seemed unusually fervent that midmorning, heavy breakers spraying froth over rounded rocks, colouring them black and shining with wetness and sending droplets cascading high up in the air, before withdrawing in a whirl of drenching green flurry. The sea spoke forcefully of restiveness and alteration, of the approaching autumn and the storms to come with it. There was a tang in the air too, a reminiscence of the summer which was coming to an end, a biting chill which nipped the noses and the chins of the man and woman on horseback who were taking the meandering track across the dunes, enjoying the solitude of twosomeness in a way they hadn't done since bygone eras.Marital Arts Part 18 - The Fruit of Lost Love in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Tell me about him!" Oberon asked and Titania regarded her husband, where he rode his white stallion, back straight as a rod and his dark red cloak with the hood up, hiding most of his face. Still she knew there was no hostility there. No emotions for her to be anxious over. For the first time in years she
Marital Arts Part 17 - The Motherly AdviceBy the table in the Royal Breakfast room, beneath huge chandeliers with a few candles burning, Princess Aziel was sitting with her sister Princess Alselane and their cousin, Prince Iardanel. They were talking yesterday's festivities over, as Uriel walked into the room, retrieving a china plate from the buffet and starting to fill it with food, before stopping and regarding his son and nieces.Marital Arts Part 17 - The Motherly Advice in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Morning," he paused and became greeted with the same word from the trio by the table.
"You look tired, uncle," Aziel went on, tilting her head as she regarded Uriel while he finished gathering breakfast and sat down opposite of the others.
"Guess it became late. Then I was affected with the energy levels of the palace. What exactly has been happening around here?"
"The usual," Alselane rolled her eyes. "Elves fucking like rabbits!"
"Mind your language," Aziel berated her younger sister.
"But it is true, so don't be so prudent, sis!"
"I'm not..." Alselane began before Iardanel cutting her off.
Marital Arts Part 15 - The Marital RestorationRising to his feet in rage and despair, Oberon went after his wife. Then he stopped in his tracks, recalling Cordelia and her intriguing double nature as the harsh and cold head of the Supreme Court and the hot wanton female in bed. Recalling the kitten-like Princess Saaga, the noble ladies Fatima, Rosalia and Arlena. Colonel Carmen and professor Kanri. The ruthlessly shrewd business-woman Oxarla. The lush singer and artist Elmanda. And all the others. The stray kids he had sired. However his attention spans when it had come to these ladies had been shorter than sparks. Only judge Cordelia had lasted longer in his mind - but she had been one of a kind - and definitely not her cousin Titania's kind.Marital Arts Part 15 - The Marital Restoration in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Returning to the open window, he leaned his head out, breathing deeply, feeling the selt of the ocean air entering his system, the wind brush his hair against his forehead in soft, gentle, almost soothing strokes. Most of tonight's merriments seemed to be over by now, just some arbitrary lau
Blue BlanketsIt rains tonightBlue Blankets in Free Verse More Like This
Life is a black and white movie
The gutters are wet, reflecting the neon
Red letters and below them some blue
marketing a brand of beer which tastes like pee
One letter missing
If fizzes and spatter static
And the stray cat hails the sound
Beleiving it an enemy
But there's no enemies here
And old memories
Stored away dreams in a cupboard
Crashed sagas like trojans on a harddrive
Allahs prison is that old computer in the closet
A PC from 96 with the plug pulled
And the hull yellowed by time
The dustworms live there now
Checking their email
Cuddling up for the night
Borrowing our memories
And giving them back
Retold like fan fiction
of outgrown old religions
and gossip of yesterdays stars
those lies which were our blue blankets
in that childhood we don't want to return to
It rains tonight
Life is a black and white movie
Michael Jackson is dead
And so is Marilyn and Elvis
The Loch Ness Monster has gone missing
The Alien returned with his saucer
Marital Arts Part 21 - The Honesty that HurtsTitania glanced over at Oberon as he entered the office longue, before continuing her talk with Cloë, desperately trying once again to get her daughter to see reason. Unfortunately, the usually rational and level headed Princess was having none of it.Marital Arts Part 21 - The Honesty that Hurts in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mother, would you let it go if you were me?" Cloë asked, knowing that Titania would do no such thing. Of all the things she was known for, pride was one of the Elven Queen's most distinguishing features. Even though her time among Humans had changed her, had softened her harsh angles, she was still an extremely proud woman. That pride may have diminished over time but it was still evident.
"It's just politics," Titania tried. "Nothing personal. Elves playing for power, either for themselves or for their Houses. And they are often using Royalties as leverages for such games."
"But I'm not in this for helping some stuck up Duke getting another benefit he has not made himself worthy of. He wants to have a ship, he goes the long way, he stan
Ghost of a godI am a ghostGhost of a god in Free Verse More Like This
I who once was a god
My temples lie crumbled
Rain wets the dirty old marble
My memories rests within
Forgotten for all
I never knew
Being a god could be so lonely
When the human traffic
Just passes me by
Valkyrie EleisonValkyrie Eleison!Valkyrie Eleison in Free Verse More Like This
Don't step in the way of my path
Don't tell my my chosen way is wrong
I am not a killer of innocents
I am not a muhajedin monster
I am but a defender
Of a long lost dream
There were beasts and deamons out there
There were unknown dangers
There were those who fought them
There were champions of mankind
Godlike an shining
They are all gone now
Left behind but a dream
And while evil grows
While people hide in their homes
Wishing for someone to save them
Wishing for a hope
Asking for someone to take up the blade and the gun
To walk in the footsteps of the vigilantes
But they don't make people like that anymore
Watchmen working for money
Greed of the public
Dwarfed by long lost legends
Nothing for valkyires anymore
So whoever you are
Don't step in the way of my path
Because I am not the one you seek
I am not a hero
I am just a human of duty
I am just a worker
In a sandpit of terror
I am just a dutiful pawn
Marital Arts Part 16- The Communion's Completeness"I love you regardless of who you are." Titania finally whispered. "But if I can help you becoming Oberon for real, have no doubt I will. Just put your trust in me, because, dear heart, I love you so utterly!"Marital Arts Part 16- The Communion's Completeness in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
With one sweep, he took her into his arms and kissed her, unbridled joy and relief on his face. He wasn't about to let anything come between them again.
"I love you too, Titi! When the moon falls into the sun is when I'll stop loving you. This is my promise and oath." He gazed into his true love's green eyes, knowing they reflected the feelings in his own heart. "And I am truly sorry for not being with you for the baby deliveries the way an Elven man should be. You must have felt abandoned, Titi. Was it hard? Was it painful?"
"It wasn't as difficult as it would be for a Human woman since I do have the greater strength of an Elf. But it was a trifle hard."
"Titania," he warned, shaking her just a little in reproach. "I don't want the sanitized version. You know that, while I wasn'
Marital Arts Part 14 - The Point Of No ReturnThe pale silver rays of moonlight crept into the shadows as night descended upon the Palace whilst the moon ascended in the starry night sky. With the moonlight the water sprites came from under the sea and their melodious song now echoed through the forests, the mountains and the villages of Cloud Island, creating happiness in the midst of the people dwelling there. And in the Palace the merriment went on, allowing most participants to forget about their weekday worries and loads of demands.Marital Arts Part 14 - The Point Of No Return in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Not all. Carrying a night lantern, Titania was ascending the large palace stairs in solitude, leaving the festive buzz of the celebration behind and entering the calm and quiet upper floors, where only the only things heard beside the distant party noise was the crackling of flames in fireplaces, lit to chase away the darkness and the increasing chill of the late summer night.
When she reached Oberon's suite, she wavered for a few moments, motionless and hesitant, trying to rationalize what she wa
RhustRhust covers the metalsRhust in Free Verse More Like This
Our dreams are corroded
Our desires are moulding away
In the aether the songs are silent
As the sun sets over the barren landscapes of our mind
Where lakes of tar catches the last green rays before night
Where you and I wait, standing at the structure
This was once a bridge, a high span connecting cities
Two pylons like Eiffel towers gesturing against the sky
Flipping the finger towards dead gods
Now only this obscene gesture remains
And nobody cares but you and I
And the ghosts down there
Ghosts of dead orcas with their bellies in the air
In the dirty water
While we await the global warming
to thaw our frozen souls
And risen the water level a bit more
Until the final part of the bridge dissapears
And only the orcas remain
SeasonsTimes of change have comeSeasons in Free Verse More Like This
You're letting me go
Piece by piece
I'm becoming myself again
With each day
I move further and further away
I belong to me now
The last and only thing that
I need to do now
Is let you do
Let go of all the thoughts
Of all the night that we had
I will no longer weigh you down
And you will not be my sunshine anymore
If I could go back and do
It all again I would
Many times have I said
I love you
I want you to know
Those were only the
Beginning of how much love I was going to show
We both need to realize
That we both are broken
When you fall apart
So do I
We will always have that connection
I know you didn't mean those words that you said
You didn't mean to leave me
You were only doing
What was best for you and I
christmasThe empty canvaschristmas in Free Verse More Like This
that is my body and soul
It is yet to be completed.
The letters I've written you
Stain my skin
To make me never forget
When I felt love for the
I gave up everything for you
You gave me up for
I'll always want you
I'll always forgive and
you helped shape me
the beautiful young woman
I'm slowly becoming.
your the only love I'll
Keep in the back of my mind.
The one I'll secretly
keep from everyone.
But they will hear of you
Through this poem
The life and love
you could have had
Wonderful tonightThe street light reflects off of our dampened skin.Wonderful tonight in Teen More Like This
The rain soaks into my hair and drips down my exposed back.
I'd spent all afternon getting ready.
Styling my hair, painting my nails the purple shade that you love.
It took hours to finally decide on that perfect black-backless dress.
I wanted to be so beautiful for you tonight
With one twist of your arms I was spinning around you.
Under the glow of the street light, your hands kept running down my spine to my lower back- which you know drives me crazy.
When you came to pick me up I made you wait fifteen minutes, not because I wasn't ready I just wanted to tease you. When I saw you walking up the grass to my front door, you looked so handsome, The sun shining down on you. I almost cried right then.
The rain was making my dress become a second skin, you could see right through it, but I didn't care. You were holding me close. I layed my head on your shoulder and followed your lead, while I hummed our favorite song in y
.+.Everything.+.Your fingertips tracing.+.Everything.+. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every outline of my skin.
Being careful to outline
Every scar, as if to mend
The hurt and pain that
thecandle light reflects
And flickers in your eyes,
So deep and dark, you
Bring your fingers to my lips...
Stretch across the room,
To memick every poetic
Move we make.
With every quick breath you take
I feel you embrace my soul
And I can't help but breath
Every kiss, every touch, every in take
Of you is full of passion. I can't
Help but give into every tryst
You lead me into.
Your hands on my back
Pulling me closer into you
We become one.
Heartbeats and whispers
are the only noise we hear.
You brush my hair
Behind my ear saying,
"You're so beautiful"
And a single happy tear falls from my eye.
Our bodies give in
No longer strong and full of passion
But now, tired and weak.
You hold me close.
I put my head on your chest
Your heartbeat is the only song I know.
Dark cloudsLooking at the skyDark clouds in Free Verse More Like This
A (smile) came to my broken heart.
leaves russel on the ground
Making my own theme song.
At the pond,
I place my fingers in the cold water.
(Thinking of you)
Take me by the hand you said
I fell on the rocks
You caught me.
The stars spell out the promises
talk to metalk to me in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"How can a person be happy all the time? Its a conspericy...im telling you it is,, the government probly puts little microchips in there ears" my only reply to Jordan is that I cant agree" how do you not agree with me, you have proof, com'on look at Taylor, I mean the dude is always wearing a smile on his freakin face, what does he have to be happy about all the time?". The waitress looks at me funny, I bet she's thinking
"What are those kids smoking?" a grin spreads across my face. "What the hell are you smiling at?" really i'm smiling because I made myself laugh but I would never tell Jordan this, "i'm smiling at how smart you are and how lucky I am to have you as a friend", Jordan looking cynical starts up again "you ever notice the people closest to you are really the ones you, over years, start to really
hate? good example my mom, she always has them one liners that kill me and break me down like remember when I wanted that job at that art place, I didn't go for it cause when I to
Moonlight SonataMoonlight Sonata in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
A dark day
I fall to the ground
Knees cut and bleeding
Hair falls over my face
Hiding my discontent
My tears fade with the rain
I can hear my heart
As the rain hits the trees
I close my eyes and remember
ColorblindI feel so heavy with thoughts of you surrounding me.Colorblind in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So many doubts and fears.
I'm so scared of losing you,
( Of losing myself. )
My heart aches from my love.
No words can express my emotions and feelings for you.
Your love is like a burdun almost, a pain so great on my heart, that I must carry all my days.
Until someone comes to relieve me.
Give me your strenght,
You show it so well.
I'm not as strong as I put off, but I never claimed to be.
Keep me from harm.
Kepp me warm.
See in my eyes all the worrds I can't find.
Show me the way to our future.
Guide me thought all out hardships.
Lend me the faith you have in me.
Untitled, 3.to go out quietly, undiscoveredUntitled, 3. in Other More Like This
alone, hardly prepared.
A fly on the wall, walls on the fly; recording the ceilings.
Perhensiley gripping one's muse
what's flesh other than prosaic lumps
of tiny cells and lipid proteins and
double helixes and fat and acne and freckles
and strings to mechanate
New Age Techniquecloud nine-New Age Technique in Free Verse More Like This
love ya, baby!
plus a little silver lining
the proof was in the timing.
incesant fodder of radio waves,
a pulse that's prime for grinding.
less than three;
tongues eyes will see
the bond of friction's binding.
amour, and more, amour's armor-
the piles of flesh are shining.
she's a paper doll with perforations,
impermanent and sliding.
her insides are a receptacle,
the soldier's heavy heart is vying
with hands that crave,
his curse, a stave:
deadly, restless, prying.
there's a brimming moon,
for what it's worth
so let's disregard indemnifying
of sanctimonious harmony-
we're just a throng of souls unwinding.
insignificant, fast, not built to last
the first bloodshed is drying.
Can we blame predisposition
for the constant mission
towards craving the novelty
of the human condition?
Better TimeThere's this invisible buzzBetter Time in Free Verse More Like This
at the eye's crossroads;
where the atmosphere comes to bleed,
where you drilled a hole in my head.
They called you a saint,
tapped you four times-
You wrapped it around your shoulders
like a reassuring embrace.
On the market,
oil was high.
So scribble a note on the paper,
and learn how to feed the unborn family.
I was talking in inflected melody
as you bore your face to the rolling ticker.
I was touching your arm with soft fingertips
while the wizened man read, monotonous.
I brought my hand towards my forehead.
Uttered my affirmation:
and know that I am."
But you had a better time in mind,
a blessed space to create.
Koan 1.0my own private renaissanceKoan 1.0 in Free Verse More Like This
my Muse gesticulates like
melting wax with his eyes
about that time when his
Matriarch struck his inquiring countenance
like a lurching earthquake
my One True Love speculates
perhaps, life is just
with formulaic tendencies
He could have me and craft me
my latest project- a scarf;
november's shield in a crimson amalgamation
it's like this: one coincedential
stitch in time saves nothing; creates
my sense of environment refracts as
the sunrise through an imploding
prism. I read once that our milky way
is expanding at a rate much less than alarming
to a shiny, miniscule star and His minions
my [reality] has been injected with sucrose and taurine
I only have portruding bones
sporting beads of sweat
one day we'll be able to tell the
cloud's cinematic sparkles from specks of dust
and maybe call it Divine Intervention
dirty leaves in the wind
on icestep in from the coldon ice in Free Verse More Like This
i know he's so far gone
to be slurring our favorite songs
over the telephone
the night is numbing fingertips;
here now-one by one-
and i'm alone in the kitchen,
like a ghost in my own house.
from one side of a locked door
as i'm writing off my brain cells-
but, nonetheless, it's cool
because we are all
the waking dead at heart...
I drew out that thorn,
and vaguely recalled some crown-
what have we been missing for so long?
Welcome home, dear!
you can clutch my thread of spikes
we will be bloody but alright;
yet so warm inside from contact.
sit with me and,
we'll count the properties of rain.
My Yellow SweaterI've found God in parking garages,My Yellow Sweater in Free Verse More Like This
I've seen God in the yellow fuzz on my sweater,
I've experienced God while sitting on the floor listening to Death Cab,
I think I glimpsed God while watching the ebb and flow of all the people walking across campus.
I relaized God in the way the bathroom stalls are bolted to the wall,
I've witnessed God in the excitment of the contestants on "The Price Is Right,"
I've remembered God by the smell of Warped Tour,
I knew God in the way my hands are tiny, chapped and wrinkled.
I've touched God with the holes in my jeans,
I see God in neon signs,
and the embers of a lit cigarette.
I thought of God when I watched three little sapplings enduring a thunderstorm,
I taste God when I am sipping the dregs of my coffee.
I've experienced God through illogical impulse,
I've recognized God in wallpaper patterns,
I think God might have been hiding in my congealed Spaghetti-o's,
I know that God is in my congested, balloon-like head,
I notice God when I loo
"Human Word Search""Human Word Search.""Human Word Search" in Other More Like This
Never loose sight of who God is and you will always know the way,
all these trees would be rejoicing in a line.
So.Not.Scene, echoes leading down the hall,
and the last time I saw you, I was holding your hand.
Help me now- I'm goin down;
existentialism on prom night,
all the joys that exist make fountains of your eyes.
It's my desire-
once there was a way to get back home.
Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better of their blunders,
lay your head onto my shoulder, and pour like water over me.
This all was only wishful thinkin,
you need all my love tonight.
What happens to a dream defered?
It bounces off of the painted porcelain,
you turn on a spindle,
there's a hole where your heart shoud be, so get a job.
I'll be in town, a poet and a one man band.
Me, face down, down across your floor.
When I'm away, she never leaves the house.
You finally understand the movment of her hands,
a tiny, dancing doll.
You've got to get better, said, it's all in your head, ne
Third Floor, Snowy Evening.Third Floor, Snowy Evening.Third Floor, Snowy Evening. in Free Verse More Like This
Unfinished letters and old TV dinners
suffer to stomach one more New England winter
They say, "kid, you okay? You just keep getting' thinner,"
in this dirty apartment, it's hard to forget we're all sinners.
She told him, "it's behind us" like, "we transgressed a train wreck"
while she seduces Hawaii and screams at his circumspect
I cover my ears when their screams intercept
and candles crash at the walls, and some bond has been kept. (once again.)
I'm transfixed on IM's instead of intentional Words
'cause books are for losers, babe, haven't you heard?
Suffocating in this mess, conscience spurred
so I pick up a "Lucky" and let the flesh be allured.
Beneath your pretty clothes I'll creep
too dark to stand out amongst the other black sheep
they told me, "to call itself a mountain, it's gotta be steep,"
But, I'm feelin' these miles before I sleep
Slipping in these miles that go skin deep.
"Best-seller"God is the main character in the all-time western best-seller "the Bible"."Best-seller" in Free Verse More Like This
You can find the revised version in your local store... even now.
LennonI gave peace a chance, peace didn't take it, back to war...Lennon in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Una mattinaAnd once again this morningUna mattina in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have succumbed to sadness
For much too long been blinded
By hopes of the divine.
And on this cruel morning
I see, despite your kindness,
That I was always yours,
but you were never mine.
A FeastWhen I was a child my grandfather took me hunting in the wild forest near our village.A Feast in Short Stories More Like This
We didn't catch anything all day, only found a rotten deer that we couldn't salvage. It was getting dark and our feet hurt so we finally set up camp near a small river. We didn't have anything to eat, our supplies were over from the day before, but we felt good enough from the walk and the air was fresh and moist and filled with the smell of the forest after the rain and some gorgeous flower to which I forgot the name.
We just sat down by the fire, among fireflies and crickets. We felt happy and laughed at our grumbling bellies.
The sky was clear and my grandfather showed me the constellations one by one. He knew ancient stories that described them all. A few butterflies came round the fire and for some reason this made him stop. He was quiet for some time and then said one thing:
"Life is a feast..."
Then looked at me and smiled in a weird way.
It scared me a bit. We didn't say much after that, just
The reality conjecture. Monolithic dreamsWhen you live so long among dreams,The reality conjecture. Monolithic dreams in Free Verse More Like This
they start shaping your reality
When you live so long without...
reality shapes you
GladiatorBeing an artist sometimes feels like being a gladiator.Gladiator in Letters More Like This
Though the occasional flowers heal the superficial wounds or boost the ego after an exhausting fight, they do nothing to keep pain at bay when I go back to my cage.
Just like gladiators who die in the arena, spilling their guts out in the concrete and omnipresent dirt, just like the reality of the screams and wails covered by the cheers of the masses... so do I spill everything I feel on paper, for your entertainment.
And just like the cuts of a sword through the flesh, going down with a shriek on the naked bone, are real, so are the nervous strokes of the pencil real, and the words are real, and the pain is real, and the love is real. And this is the only way I can do art, and you have it all, the gore and the sublime.
And I will keep doing it this way until I collapse in the dirt, with my guts spi
Darkness, I...Darkness, I... in Free Verse More Like This
Every night I pick a star in the sky
and persistently follow the path
that leads to it.
But soon I realize:
the star that once lit the way
is now dead,
and has been so for eons...
Tonight I shall choose a new direction,
one with no light
and I will navigate on it,
and witness the birth and death of galaxies
as I go by...
But I won't stop,
I will go on
Oh, Darkness, I...
home is the place
you launch your ships from
Les voyages impossiblesqu'est-ce que je crisse encore ici?Les voyages impossibles in Free Verse More Like This
qu'est-ce que je crisse à pas créer?
qu'est-ce que je crisse à pas voyager?
j'veux juste partir
loin d'mon osti de tête
d'la machine à penser
qui m'empêche de partir
la spirale du temps
le travail c'est là
pis c'est lassant
je tire fort
sur mon osti de laisse
envie de briser ma chaîne alimentaire
et déchirer mon chèque de paye d'la semaine
j'me nourrirai quand j's'rai morte
quand j'aurai fait le tour du monde vingt fois
affamée de paysages j'me remplirai les yeux
d'la culture barbouillée plein la face
lisant des pancartes que j'suis pas capable de comprendre
entendant des sons impossibles à reproduire
me perdant dans des visions d'ailleurs
qui seraient mes ici l'espace d'un instant
voyager et découvrir
juste pour faire le plein de toujours
juste pour ne plus être vide
juste pour, peut-être, être fière de pouvoir dire
le verbe être
M m eAujourd'hui, j'ai demandé à tout le monde s'ils n'avaient pas vu cette chose que tu as perdueM m e in Free Verse More Like This
ils l'ont cherchée partout
sous les meubles, dans ta boîte à bijoux
près des framboisiers et au fond du garde-manger
ce n'était pas non plus
à côté de ton tricot ni dans ta voiture
nous avons même fouillé ton casse-tête de 2000 pièces
sans en trouver une miette.
Tout à coup nous l'avons vue
nos photos sur ta commode en étaient recouvertes
et nous nous sommes réjouis
parce que tant que cette mince pellicule de mémoire recouvre nos photos
tu n'es pas seule dans ta tête.
même Saint-Antoine de Padoue ne peut la retrouver
je le sais, je le lui ai demandé.
Mais ta mémoire d'avant
elle reste vivante
dans la nôtre.
Construire autrementLes classes se sont levées : se rassoiront-elles les mains vides?Construire autrement in Free Verse More Like This
la peau de tous
à feu et à sang
la façon qu'on nous l'a apprise
de notre parole
de nos idéaux
de nos valeurs
de notre société
les citoyens qui se lèvent en nous ne se rassoiront jamais
Les endormisDors, dors ma rapiéçure d'âme, mon petit motif d'idéaux, dors pendant que j'irai suer les cennes du savoir. Dors mon petit morceau de pavé, quand je rêve, je te bave aux lèvres. Dors, petit peuple mal amanché, dors petit payeur mal assuré, ton avenir couvre-t-il les intérêts? Dors contre tous, tous pour personne, dors petit soi endimanché dans une veste pare-dette. Dors, gouverne, mens, petit miroir qui ne reflète rien. Dors, dors pour ne rien voir. Ici, les massacres ont lieu en pleine lumière.Les endormis in Free Verse More Like This
La pensee de toiMes pensées longilignes forment des barreaux d'acier. Une cage qui m'enserre la tête.La pensee de toi in Free Verse More Like This
Je te hurle dans mes cauchemars. Je te vois transparent collé à mon corps. Et pourtant, je te corresponds à sens unique.
Le téléphone est suspendu dans ma peur de l'autre. La tonalité bourdonne et me pique à l'oreille.
Mais à qui?
Mon cerveau est un champ de mines. À chaque souvenir je menace d'éclater. Je suis anti-personnel.
Tu ne m'ouvriras plus pour me garnir de toi.
Tu prends ton café noir. Tu aimes les films d'horreur. Tu vois Bianca à 13h chaque jour. Tu es capable de faire craquer ton cou à volonté. Tes mains sont larges et rugueuses sur mes hanches.
Je fuis et j'expulse tes souvenirs en taches d'encre.
Je suis celle qui grandira. Je suis celle que sa langue étouffera. Je suis le rêve qui perdurera le jour venu. Je suis l'homme qui brûlera sa liberté. Je suis le retour d'une iden
Reve de piratesNous cherchions, un groupe d'environ dix personnes et moi, à franchir une large mer secouée de vagues. Nous y parvînmes, je ne sais comment, peut-être par bateau. Nous mîmes pieds à terre sur une petite ile embrumée. Il y avait un peu de tension lors de notre arrivée, mais celle-ci disparue lorsque, ne voyant personne, les gens se mirent a leur aise. Cependant, nous découvrîmes, (peut-être quelqu'un avait-il trébuché et mis à jour la chose) que quelque chose vivait dans le sol de cette île. En soulevant des pans de terre croutée nous aperçûmes une peau écailleuse rouge avec des spirales de brun.Reve de pirates in Short Stories More Like This
- Il y a un monstre sous nous! Soyez prudent et surtout, ne le réveillons pas.
J'ai vu l'une des filles du groupe monter sur les colonnes d'une espèce de villa victorienne. Je l'ai suivie jusqu'à la fenêtre. À l'intérieur, deux autres filles du groupe avaient r
Partir?Fatigue. Le chant craque, les paroles fouettent tristement, oh! mélancolie que je ne laisserai pas partir, c'est ta folie, douce folie, ta maladie tristessculaire qui part dans tous les sens sans se retourner.Partir? in Free Verse More Like This
Ta voix rauque se dégage sur le chemin de la conscience. Têtes tournées en l'air, le ciel moucheté de pièces d'argent, nous pousserons dans les arbres, tes yeux d'étoiles et ton corps hivernal
Nous sommes seuls, ta quête humanitaire les mains vides, tristesse. Tristesse qui vogue sur tes larmes et tu voudrais que la musique t'enserre encore jusqu'à la vie.
Tu paralyses, là sur le seuil de toi. Il te faut traverser la colère si grande et si haute de ton front, sillons amers. Tu respires, prends ton souffle et part à toute jambe dans la brume. Tu es brume que je respire, douce folie, quelque chose comme des nuages cachés dans les fenêtres de ton cri.
Chuchotements calmes pendant la chute. Le son coupe un in
Absinthe BeautyAbsinthe Beauty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My absinthe beauty, woman of madness,
Eyes shining tearing, street level cafe.
Sanity rises, inspired cool wind,
Lips licked gleaming, heart beating ballet.
Blushing laughs dancing, secret sharing pair,
Summer nights suit us, forever love young,
Flirting hands sliding, small gestures screaming.
Many albums past, not all songs are sung.
Alto Sax jamming, nerves running cold,
Whispers hot breathing, inches like miles,
Soft careful touches, pulling tightly wild,
Moments apart screaming, seconds like trials.
Bite, claw, soft, hard, slow, fast, mad, sane, sighs, cries,
Grin, laugh, stop, start, eyes, tastes, skin, hair, hands, thighs.
Dancing in the DesertMirrored ceilings, velvet floors,Dancing in the Desert in Free Verse More Like This
a chaffeur driven limousine.
The Party can never start,
until you make the scene.
Learning nothing, leaving less,
faster faster never slow down.
Lost in the silver lining,
locked in the merry-go-round.
The silver spoon begins to tarnish,
the music, the booze, the midnight lines.
Left alone now, the parties all over,
played it close too many times.
Dancing in the desert,
dust stinging in your eyes.
Took a mischance of fortune,
too make you realize.
A simple toss of ivory dice,
twisting, twining, threads of fate.
Caught up, lost in the dream,
now hope it is not too late.
Once you have become,
you can be no more.
Pick the path to follow,
try to learn the score.
Loss of FantasyFighting the loss of fantasy,Loss of Fantasy in Free Verse More Like This
Pushing myself into sleep.
Wishing the sun would never rise,
It comes and I begin to weep.
Dancing through the dreams,
Defending the fading tatters.
Each representing happiness,
Trying to find the one that matters.
Crystalline like a shattered mirror,
Each shard darkening to coal.
Flying away upon the wind,
As the sun begins piecing my soul.
The warm light envelops me,
And away the illusion sold.
Disintegrating into dust,
Like a vampire of old.
I catch a momentary glimpse,
From the corner of my eye.
One aura covered fragment,
As it quickly passes by.
Tearing me across half the world,
Reality begins ripping me apart.
I stand with only a memory,
And the sure beating of my heart.
Looking hard I see a golden cord,
Love connecting across the miles.
Bringing to me, the smell of her hair,
And the angelic brilliance of her smiles.
Remembering the brush of her lips,
I cry out for the beauty of her name.
Can still feel her touch upon me,
Realizing nothing will be th
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Smiling Shushing Stunning Looking
Zany Greasy Gooey
Zesty Pepperoni Chewy
Quickly Season Ending
Snow Approaching Autumn Fading
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Burn, Baby, Burning!
Burn the chain stores!
Fat little men earning!
I am not yours!
Try to set the night on fire!
A and R, more like B and E!
Deciding the public desire!
ripping off you and me!
I have your mp3\'s,
I laugh at your case.
I burn with ease,
Smile in your face.
Music my erotica,
10 gigs, 20 gigs, 50 gigs more.
But not from Metallica,
That industry whore.
Lars gets but a drop,
Courtney knows the deal.
Twenty two ninety-nine a pop,
EMI knows how to steal.
A&M, MCA, Capitol,
Virgin, Elektra, Sony.
All they want is control,
All of them phony.
Mom and pop shops fall,
Neon shiny lip gloss wins.
Let\'s all go the the mall,
Hang out with friends.
M$ vaunts Palladium seal,
Then changes its name.
I know the deal,
am hip to their game.
MTV Top Twenty,
Picked from within.
Don\'t show videos,
How can you win?
Go see the concerts,
Give cash to the bands.
Buy yourself t-shirts,
Money in their hands.
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Like you touch my spirit
Fingernails strengthen touch
Like you strengthen my heart
Hands hold you close
Like your love binds me
Arms pull you near
Like your eyes, draw me in
Shoulders support you
Like you support my dreams
Chest pillows you
Like you buoy my hopes
Neck shelters you
Like you protect my love
Hair tickles you
Like you tease my eyes
Face confronts you
Like you challenge my mind
Ears hear you
Like you understand my mind
Waist anchors you
Like you hold me firm
Legs bring me to you
Like yours, wrap me close
Feet carry my body
Like your love carries my all
Skin laughs at your touch
Like your humor lightens my mood
Tears dampen your hair
Like yours, dampen my soul
Eyes stare rapt upon you
Like yours, return my gaze
OverseasOverseas in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
US Army, stationed overseas,
my only home, my memories.
Looking back I, try to forget,
what we had been, we ever met.
Problem is, remembering is charm,
story is, reliving its harm.
My life has dealt many cards of grief,
from which I cannot seem to find relief.
How do you cope, when your dreams become steel,
how do you live, when apathy is real.
Uncomfortably numb, lost emotion,
improbably empty, no tears begin.
Everything seems so, illusionary,
undeniably my world fades away.
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Have you heard it lately?
The sweet, gentle sound
that sweeps and touches
into a whole
new different place
where all is possible
and there's nothing
but smiles and laughter,
a certain joy in forever
and wispy clouds
float in sky-blue skies;
and whisking comets
that fall and rise
with every breath
a rising crescendo
does your heart sing;
Have you heard it lately?
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In the months that I've spent on deviantART, I've met numerous people of all ages and from all walks of life, joined together as a community by a single entity: the love of and for art. It didn't matter whether one was into poetry, wallpapers, 3D abstract images, prose, indyart or freehand; what mattered was the love shared for works that spilled forth from heart, soul and mind.
Many times have I sat in front of my computer screen and cried for no other reason except for the fact that I was, clichéd as it may sound, moved to tears. Some works I understood more than others, and this was because deviantART not only allowed us to share our works: it let us interact, meet, greet and debate at large whatever the topics may be. The community that existed here was a step above others, because it was not based purely on interaction or art alone; both elements combined gave an even more honest view into an individual's soul and personality, and with that, knowing a person made their works conta