Feel the lines
crossing his hands
Understand the heart,
begging to be touched.
See the gaze,
firing from his eyes
Understand the soul
melting to be held.
Hear the words,
flowing from his lips
Understand the wisdom
ready to be kissed
A touch
A breath
A feel
Anything
Hi, how can I help me?
mercredi 14 septembre 2011
mardi 13 septembre 2011
Betrayal
I have failed
my readers,
I have forsaken
my benefactors,
I am back
with pen in hand
Ready to draw
imaginary lines
Between all words
and the meaning of time
If it allows me
To claim what was once mine
my readers,
I have forsaken
my benefactors,
I am back
with pen in hand
Ready to draw
imaginary lines
Between all words
and the meaning of time
If it allows me
To claim what was once mine
dimanche 14 août 2011
Prisonner
Vast fields of grass,
Still while the wind
Blows it's wrath,
Let winter begin.
It's cold in your heart
The sun no longer
Relieves you from dark
Dreams and yearnings
Like a prisoner
Behind closed bars
Hands gripping
Fists clutching
Begging to be redeemed
Of the memories of nights
Love and Passion
Forever to be lost
In cells without light.
Still while the wind
Blows it's wrath,
Let winter begin.
It's cold in your heart
The sun no longer
Relieves you from dark
Dreams and yearnings
Like a prisoner
Behind closed bars
Hands gripping
Fists clutching
Begging to be redeemed
Of the memories of nights
Love and Passion
Forever to be lost
In cells without light.
vendredi 29 juillet 2011
Keep it Alive
Letting her go,
the idea you hold on
to not be stuck
to live fully
the place of a worry
of your own fears
and difficulty
Survivor
of all loss
embrace and know
your world immersed
in the kiss
of a deceased
Asking
the abnormal
unresolved grief
reaction and images
bloody cloth
covering the scenes
the emotions
perhaps a moment
Circumstances.
the idea you hold on
to not be stuck
to live fully
the place of a worry
of your own fears
and difficulty
Survivor
of all loss
embrace and know
your world immersed
in the kiss
of a deceased
Asking
the abnormal
unresolved grief
reaction and images
bloody cloth
covering the scenes
the emotions
perhaps a moment
Circumstances.
mardi 19 juillet 2011
Run
Here you are
running to reach the line
puffing to reach the sign
end of the journey
to heaven's key.
Yet rapid enough
you aren't to catch up
with the life thrown at you
with the stomp of your shoe
Trying to leave its trace
and not quit the race
run run run
But hold on
Don't let go
Of all you know
run run run
Be the the singer,
Be the dancer
Be the runner
But never a quitter.
running to reach the line
puffing to reach the sign
end of the journey
to heaven's key.
Yet rapid enough
you aren't to catch up
with the life thrown at you
with the stomp of your shoe
Trying to leave its trace
and not quit the race
run run run
But hold on
Don't let go
Of all you know
run run run
Be the the singer,
Be the dancer
Be the runner
But never a quitter.
mercredi 13 juillet 2011
Beyond Ugliness
http://www.nydailynews.com/ny_local/2011/07/13/2011-07-13_body_of_missing_boy_leiby_kletzky_8_found_in_dumpster_in_park_slope.html
I write Poetry
We all deal with pain differently
How do you accept what has been?
How do you go on believing?
Nine years old he was
A man he'll never be
Because someone decided so
Because no one could have known
I write poetry
I'd like to bury the pain
Those prayers said in vain
Justice should be rendered
Or else I surrender
To the evil in this world
To the incomprehensible plan
Us humans carry out.
I write Poetry
We all deal with pain differently
How do you accept what has been?
How do you go on believing?
Nine years old he was
A man he'll never be
Because someone decided so
Because no one could have known
I write poetry
I'd like to bury the pain
Those prayers said in vain
Justice should be rendered
Or else I surrender
To the evil in this world
To the incomprehensible plan
Us humans carry out.
mardi 12 juillet 2011
Individualistic
Far from the mondaine
Forgotten by common citizens
Shining in the armor
Of the soldiers that lure
A life of banality
Faced with tragedy
Where death exists
Where thoughts persists.
Far from the urbane
Free to be your brain
Individual with pride
Swim against the tides
of the artificial decor
and the superficial door
They don't understand
They can't comprehend.
Ha, to be free
Forgotten by common citizens
Shining in the armor
Of the soldiers that lure
A life of banality
Faced with tragedy
Where death exists
Where thoughts persists.
Far from the urbane
Free to be your brain
Individual with pride
Swim against the tides
of the artificial decor
and the superficial door
They don't understand
They can't comprehend.
Ha, to be free
What can I say,
I'm far away...
Oh, to feel sorry
Don't you tell, me it's too late...
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