Monday, December 19, 2011

Disillusioned..


Moonlit silhouettes,
Words by the millions,
Nicotine breaths,
Societal sirens.

Recognisable lyrics,
Voices by the disparities,
Knuckle breaking waits,
Unfamiliar paragraphs.

Candlelit memories,
Names by the generic,
Self inflicting kisses,
Braking hums.

Indefinable aches,
Grooves by the past,
Nail biting impertinences,
Isolated enactments.

Refreshing postcards,
Tears by the memories,
Self induced smiles,
Repeated lyrics.



Home; indefinable..

Saturday, September 3, 2011

tomber..


A child drenched in unbiased showers,
Pursuing unforgiving premonitions,
Displaced amongst adulterated voices,
Tender, delusional memoirs.

Subtle in staking,
Anonymity a mere bliss,
Run my love,
To those lyrical prospects.

A phantom on a horizon of moons,
Relinquished and ridiculed,
Infected by gaunt, broken personas,
Thoughtful, unrequested joys.

Findings of unjustifiable defences,
Delusions of endless morphs,
Sway my dearest,
At peace with thy acoustics

A man within a façade of monsoons,
Winds prolonging doubtful miseries,
Subdued by differentiated beliefs,
Lingered, hostile romances.

Awakened from eternity,
Tracing a life line,
Alone my darling,
Welcome those recurring memories.




Ring-a-Ring o'Rosies
A Pocketful of Posies!
"A-tishoo! A-tishoo!"
We all fall Down..




Friday, June 3, 2011

Peut-être..


Je suis désolée,
Mais je ne peux pas aide toi.
Pour je ne comprends pas aussi.
J’adore lui seulement.
Tu pense trop...
Tu veux m'aider?
Mais je ne t’aime pas.
Oui, je suis désolée,
Je ne comprends pas non plus.

Tu m'aime? – Je suis désolée madame, mais je ne comprends pas pourquoi.

Monday, April 4, 2011

inédit



Un, deux, trois.
Respirer.

Eyes pursed,
Forgotten obscurity.

Un, deux, trois.
Graver.

Mind tailored.
Mesmerised thoughts.

Un, deux, trois.
Influencer.

Lips subdued.
Residual mirages.

Un, deux, trois.
Effacer.

Flesh numbed,
Contradictory decisions.

Un, deux, trois.
Rêver.

Voice rhymed,
Defining repercussions.

Un, deux, trois;
Quatre, cinq, six ;
Sept, huit, neuf ;
Dix…




- Peut-être cette vie est déjà écrite?
- Non? Je suis désolé. Je ne comprends pas.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Bonheur..


A distant darkness,
Beyond unknown,
Clasping waves,
Worries clawed away.

Trampled shadows,
Encore un enfant,
An unknown man,
Simple la mortalité.

Stolen foot prints,
Faulty residue,
A chiming echo,
Voices subdued.

Retraced journeys,
A chilling breeze,
Warmth captured,
Simple la solidarité.

A flickering light,
Boggled thoughts,
Hopeful vessels,
Un souhait sur un nuage.



Je vous salue, Marie, pleine de grâce..