Quête

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J’erre et je cherche, sans but autre que mon but : trouver.

Je ne sais où il se cache, je ne sais ou le chercher,

Tout les éclis virevoltent sous la hache

Qui prépare l’immense bûcher.

Mon cœur sait où elle se cache

Mais à jamais je ne peux qu’en rêver.

Il faut continuer à avancer, à tourner en rond,

Il faut continuer à chanter, à sourire et à rire sous

Le masque de mes pensées, de mes envies, de mes espoirs,

Je ne sais que vous dire,

Je ne sais que penser,

Pour moi le mystérieux élixir

Ne sert qu’à faire danser

Les imbéciles et les sots, les oublieux et les fous,

Et pourtant je m’élance et pirouette dans le vent

Mon esprit aussi fébrile que volatile

Alors que mon cœur va de battement en battement

Éclipsant même le plus sourd de ses grondements

A la recherche de cet El Dorado, cet Atlantis

Qu’un royaume d’araignées et de Maures tisse

M’emprisonnant.

Je n’ai jamais été aussi libre, aussi vivant,

Alors pourquoi sens-je ces chaînes à mes pieds ?

Que ne voudrais-je aller de l’avant,

M’offrirait-on une aventure qui me sied ?

Je ne demande ni ne supplie,

Marchant sous le Soleil et les étoiles,

Seul mais pas solitaire, toujours vers l’horizon,

La Terre comme mère et de paire avec la Lune,

Et lorsque je me perds je recherche la mer

Du haut de la plus haute dune

Elle seule fait taire de son goût sel amer

Le souffle de mon âme qui mugît de douleur

Sous les coups de la lame aux mille-et-une couleurs.

Cette quête éternelle s’achèvera un jour

Lorsque les doux pétales

Du rosier blanc de neige

Toucheront le sol et quitteront l’air…

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Assignement: Ars Poetica

Fugue

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When I will be old, in my neighborhood

There will come a car with Time at its wheel

It shall maybe slow down but never stop for good

And as it drives by I will stare boldly,

No matter what I think, no matter what I feel

Because it will pass and never remain.

His hair neatly combed as he smiles coldly,

An immortal king looking upon its domain,

Immoral being, eternal seductor,

And when the rumble of the engine subsides,

When comes the final wave of this conductor,

Not even the moon shall command the tides

But I will stand there, in my neighborhood,

Where all my ancestors before me proudly stood.

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“Write an untruth about yourself.”

Mirror mirror

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Once the mirror reflected

A sight not unkind to me

But my own mind deflected

The years as an enemy,

My soul did no speak the same

Tongue that my body practised,

No one else had yet noticed

But it brought on worlds of shame,

I could feel that I would drown

In this heavy bleeding gown

So became a smile my frown

As I shifted upside down.

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Poetry with a secret: “I have had plastic surgery done.”

Not sure if I’m completely satisfied of that one.

Pharaon

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D’abord il croit un rêve

Quand un doux vent se lève

Au dessus de la grève,

– La folie et sa sève –

Pourtant doute s’achève

Et bientôt le noir glaive

S’éfface et disparait

Au travers du velour

Si vieux pourtant si rouge :

Un voilier reparaît;

Le coeur en est moins lourd

Et l’espoir en corps bouge.

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Référence, référence, quand tu nous tiens.

Apology

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I am sorry to think of you in such a way.

That is a lie, you are a lovely mystery

I cannot help but gladly want to solve away,

At the sight, the simple thought; such sweet reverie…

You are such, my obsession. Wherefrom comes this sweet

Passion? I know not, from heart or mind or elsewhere?

I wish not to make you my own – I fear defeat –

How would I even dare hope to make you aware

Of what I think, of what I feel, of you, so fair…?

Your lively eyes, your playful hands, your fierce, bright hair,

Your sweet smile, melodious voice, your joyful presence;

To me you are a dream, a sweet evanescence,

An angel in my world, improbable beauty,

I don’t know what to think, I don’t know what to say

A simple word of you would make my whole world sway,

Welcome anomaly in my reality.

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A musing.

Hello

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Oh what a wonderful greeting

To this long-awaited meeting,

So many words I wish to say,

So many hopes but, be what may,

I am in this moment, fleeting…

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The script for this particular piece has yet to be written…

Sleepless

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My eyes close, my pupils hurt,

Sleep is taking over,

Off I dose, with dreams I flirt

As I yearn for cover,

From my eye remove the dirt,

Five minutes, recover…

I am awake and alert!

I cannot help this loud blurt

Before I discover

The trace of drool on my shirt,

What is this crossover

Of shame and hangover?

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Bit of funny fun fun. So tired though…

The owl’s lullaby

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What a lonely lullaby

I can hear in these stories,

What a lovely lullaby

Washing away my worries,

The melody is simple

And the rhymes are nursing me

Into this unknown temple

Far away, across the sea,

Where the clouds are candy sheep

And the rain is chocolate milk,

Where the mind and heart can sleep

Wistfully in sheets of silk,

As the notes die in the night

In a million glowing streams

I still believe that I might

Somehow reach onto my dreams…

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Live. Die. Repeat.

The last song

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i stand as i once did many ages ago

i stand where it begun and i let it all go

all the colorful pains and too all the grey joys

all the bright loving fires all the icy hatred

in the end we are pawns we are all merely toys

in the hands of the fates in the hands of the gods

and all that is precious and all that is sacred

is thrown into the wind is thrown against all odds,

a lion’s heart is big but his teeth are cruel

a mountain and a snake can never measure up

to the ones around them or to one another’s

however when comes time for the two to duel

only one may prevail and drink the sacred cup

be they sworn enemies or be they sworn brothers

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To a Lady of Veermeer eyes.