Demons

The old cliché: there's a monster in each one of us...
I think I have many and I have managed to tame them most of the time...
It's when I dismiss them that they are the strongest though...

here's my acknowledgement pledge:



I Am The Devil

I am the devil, the devil in me
My voice hoarse
My dark an ever disintegrating void

I am the devil, my shoulder his wheel
His hand smearing my back
Shrouding my inner walls
With regenerating filth

I am a fool, I hope, I feel
But
I am not afraid
I am not weak

I am the devil,
The devil I keep
It's the demons I want
To forget
It's the demons I want to beat

Rest

I read somewhere that the sense of smell is one of the most important ones we have (and apparently we have more than five)

I agree...

Yesterday For a While:

Yesterday for a while

Your head rested on my chest

For a while, my nose

Got buried in your hair

And I travelled within a breath

To continents anew

Where flowers caress

The sun as it sets

Where the moon bathes

In the morning dew

Where spring and summer

Hold both my hands

As I cross fields

Of calm and repose

There for a minute

I also smelled you

I breathed you in...

And i was back in my room

Smiling, humming

A slow and warm tune...

Then I put my dry lips

On your silky damp mane

And woke you with a ruffle

To send you home again

Yesterday for a while

Your head rested my chest...

Sense

Tired and in pain... And quite sad

Do things have to make sense for it to get better?

When the question is as horrible as the answer, should one risk it anyway?

When the answer is simple, how complicated is the question?

Tired and in pain... Things aren't making any sense...

For a crown:

For a want

For a wand

A doppelgänger shall be found

In my hurry

I found a crown

That i have to smash down

Names and titles

And achievements may abound

When pride is primal

We are in the wrong

For i am

For my love

An instigator and a bore

A lost musician

With no sound

A zealous singer with no encore

Names and words

They are sharp as swords

When love is at stake

Should we be keeping score?

Promises

Promises...

they scare me, they inspire me, they make me happy...

they are hard work

(the picture was taken a few meters away from where this poem originated... so I thought I'd include it...)

‘till…

Silence lifted its weight,

Quietness prevailed…

In the distance,

Our footprints

Traces being blown away;

Our kisses,

Hushed tones,

Shaking more shadows

Than they should.

If promises were made,

Sturdy they’ll remain;

Like these walls,

Standing,

Proud and strong…

If promises were made,

They’ll blend beautifully

With the sound of the sea below our feet…

Wave by wave,

Caress by caress…

Our fingers touching…

Under the burning sun…

Right there on that bench,

That’s where my heart will be,

Humming…

Rocking…

Softly…

Gently…

Right there on that bench…

Till I see you again…

Joy

words bring me joy too...



























joy:

It’s a constant flow	You bring
That liquefies	My body
That takes over	My soul
Like a harmony veering,	Albeit not really
Towards complete…	Chaos, an eruption,
My senses,	And you, you take me
You take over,	And I, I feel
Yes…	Unashamedly, I feel
Joy…	Pure joy…

le flot (this one is in french :) )

i haven't written in french in a very long time...
yesterday i decided to give it a try because one sentence had been dancing in my brain for a while...
i wrote it at first and then let the rest of them flow...
then the sentence found its proper place...

A chaque fois…:

Mon cœur se promène

Sur des sentiers de je

A la Claire Fontaine

J’ai eu un creux

Sur des airs de je t’aime

J’y ai mis le feu

De mantra en rengaine

Naquirent ces vœux :

Danser,

Pieds nus

Sur du sable froid

Visiter,

Ce que fut

Des églises sans croix

Oter,

De ma vue

Les airs narquois

Et puis

Chanter,

A l’affut

Des insultes à quatre voix

Mon cœur te rédige

Dix milles poèmes sans mots

Générant un vertige

Qui se la joue paquebot

Dans ma tête s’érige

Un vacarme gros

Et voilà que je pige

‘Mon Dieu quel salaud’ :

Je serai…

Un lâche

Quoi que je casse

Ou si je fais

Une tache

Qui ira aliéner ta trace

Tu sais…

Je me fâche

Je boude, je fracasse…

Ou pis

Oui mais…

Je lâche

Encore mon cœur dans ton espace

Et voilà…

D’un sourire, d’un geste, de ta voix, de ton cœur

De ta main sur mon dos, de tes lèvres, de ton odeur

De ta présence immuable dans les tumultes de mes peurs

Tu le ramasses

Tu le ramasses

Tu le ramasses

A chaque fois…

Unexpected...

seven months ago i broke my knee,
nasty fall.
pain, surgery, pain, not walking normally, frustration, pain, surgery, pain, not walking properly, hope...
yet in all this, some things became clear... some people helped, unknowingly...

seven months ago something happened...
a parallel path
converging, finally...

Seven months and counting:

Seven months and counting

Yet it still feels fresh

I uncover my senses

And what unravels shocks me…

Did I just do that?

Did I just say that?

How did I feel that?

It’s been creeping up on me

What I am,

What I want to be:

A cat purring

A tree growing

Chocolate oozing

When squeezed gently…

Seven months and counting

And there has been

No predators

No perpetuators

No hunger

No poverty

Simple pleasures

Mutual agreements

And the slow reassurance

That in all this I am still free

Even more,

I’m flying

Through the magic of an elixir,

Secretly given to me

Both my feet are grounded

And my head is clear

Seven months and counting

This is… here…

My energy is enjoying

A seductive resurgence

And the will

And the knowledge

That when there’s silence

I’ll sing my chorus
And repeat, and repeat…