Poetry

A Little Bit of Moonlight

 The moon has a crooked yellow smile

French crooning airs all the while

I walk with my brothers, three,

My brothers walk with me.

We rinse our soles in the dew,

Blessed as the starry secret’s few,

Alone I tire, but now together we’ve flown

They are my fire. They are my stone.

Love vibrates in my hands.

Lighting up like lunar sands.

I have her voice in my pocket,

Heart in my locket.

A tender word from the night,

From the dark data sea, out of sight.

Given by the stork of the stars,

A little piece of moonlight is ours.

Surely I know this love is no phase,

When she whispers verse not phrase

“A million worlds await” she spoke

And the night of our youth is a smoke

That is worthy

Of poetry.

For You

30 March 2014

Dear Future Self,

I hope all is well.
Everything is fine on my end,
I suppose you already know that.

Well, maybe not.
Maybe you’ve forgotten,
Maybe it’s changed your thought.

Memory’s like mist,
It clouds and blinds
Twists if we insist.

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Dans Ses Yeux

En voyant ses yeux,

J’aperçu un reflet des cieux

Quelle est cette étincelle, ce feu

Qui s’échauffe en mon creux?

 –

Elle de famille brisée

Enfance envolée

Ange insultée droguée

Maintenant découvrant sa félicité

 –

Moi toujours d’amours empoisonnés

Qui ont mon cœur emprisonné

Assoiffé en vain d’un seul baiser

Suis-je? Je le suis finalement libéré

–

Chemins tortueux qui ont pour fin

Heureux hasard, croisée des destins

Dirent nos cœur: la joie! Finit la faim

Marchons ensemble, on se tient la main?

–

En contemplant ses yeux

Je lisais la main de Dieu

Qui écrit vous voilà les deux

Trouvez ensemble le bonheur un peu!

 –

Deux âmes qui

Après tant d’épreuves si

Mutuellement trouvait répit

Un Dieu? Surement oui

–

Dans mes rêves on rit

Nouvelle gêne on fuit

Amour jeune on se dit

Passé noir tant pis!

–

Mais rupture à l’aurore!

Pour mon rêve quel cruel sort

Technologie à faute à tort!

Mon seul lien à son âme et son corps

–

Victime d’un cruel jeu

Au coeur le pieux de l’adieu

En mon sein brule un feu

Moins saint c’est un aveu

 –

J’extirpe avec douleur

de ma plume sa douceur

Un résidu de ce bonheur

Que beauté sorte du malheur

–

Car sur cette page se meurt

Les mots d’un cœur

L’espoir de cette heure

Déjà perdant sa lueur

–

Que cette feuille soit

Comme une étoffe de soie

Soyeuse pour moi et pour toi

Souvenir diffus de la joie

–

Car à genou sous les cieux

Je blasphème un Dieu

Pour qui j’ai cru comme on peu

À un bonheur périlleux

Don’t Stop The Rap

Hey you! Yea you person on the bus

Dude so calloused, girl without trust

Bitchy whinny bad vibes for all to hear

You smear and sneer hate disguised fear

Don’t you know its bad to air out wine?

I’m French, so let me warn that you align

To cringe and sputter in disgust and anger

Discovering mouthful of vinegar

Instead of the sweet scarlet vine nectar

Of life sipping cup expecting better

 –

Oenology: science of the vines

I doubt you are licensed, maker of whine

See, autumn chill affects grape quality

Audible shrill simply makes more filthy

product you ferment on public transport

stop that export no one wants to import

Shut down the winery and test this glass

Taste, sandpaper tongue, what could come to pass

If you turn the thorn of your prose

To twist towards tolerance into a rose

 –

First: the crimson of your grail and being

Will not be blood splattering by beating

But scarlet passion, vibrating meaning

Budding vocabulary blossoming

Once deaf to the divine that’s now enshrined

Carved as your words to the marble of mind

So forget the meme its cool to be mean

Sick to be a queen, above and pristine

Free yourself from restricting crime and rhyme

Won’t you please find the time to shine sublime?

 –

Second: Go! Flow and glow, don’t stop the rap

Give in to the trap, the pop, the snap

The flow of lines the sounds that bind

The mind to the universe and find

Fire in the beat the heat of the verse

Flint of tongue sparking the soul from the hearse

Immerse in its flame converse without shame

Sharp dialects reflect who won’t be tame

Weave words of worth to win without hardship

Wounds weapons wails, forget bullshit to worship

 –

Peace in Eden of imagination

Love in the art of enunciation

The liquid members of this vine club

Do with divine elbows rub

Dionysus don’t kick it

With vinegar drinkers or those who make it

So put in your headphones now if you wish

Complain of slow bus so bust English

Language could bring you to destination

If you present yourself at the station

So don’t ever stop the rap

Don’t ever stop the rap

Don’t stop the rap

Welcome Aboard Slugger

Welcome aboard slugger
Welcome aboard slugger
Real glad to have you on the team
I’m sure you’ll find all you dream
Now just sign where it says:
 “I _________ (employee) authorize employer to scrutinize analyze and demonize my alive, unwise what I moralize, and criticize my social ties”

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