Crippled crowned crowds crawling for a crate
Craving to cry in crystalized cradles

Formed of fires in a fidgeting frame,
Favor the finest flavor for your fate!



Bedtime in a bleak baby-like babble
Blessed on his bustier blasting the blames

Gently gathering her gorgeous gauntlet
Glad to be glazed in the glass of his gin!

Soothed by his sights for this serene sin
Secretly seduced by this spoiled piglet

Whooshing wooden wildness withering
On the willing winding ***** whispering!

December, 3, 2015
Lyon 2 University, France

Writer’s block
Blocked on the idea
Of what should be written
The rush to shush the shock.

Love stands naked de
Idealized it is taken
To its blankness to be
Withering alone white

Ness of its imperfection.
In the dead of the night
Time, slowly sings extinction
A painted sorrow in the sea.

Of its crippling cry
Sis and cis(ed)-glow.
By now it knows its eye
Is like a creasèd flow!

Love is afraid it is will
Ingly ugly, that doesn’t
Quite go with the thrill
Yes, it could dream yet it doesn’t

Let love melt on its own
Ed body now left alone!
It is filthy and during dawn
It’s just jittering for the john!

December 1, 2015
Lyon 2 University, France, 7:00 pm

A forbidden path, one of the sweetest
between your teeth and on your tongue
a taste of the freedom of disobedience
but still the chains of your captor jangle
way back, the back of your heart and mind
someone else's voice of command sounds
-out a warning and a curse on your life
a life lived on the path, your path of love
you took against all the odds stacked high.

So many wasted nights
Of endless fights
Unspoken words
Need I say more
We're no longer what we used to be before

Your eyes are filled with lies
I just realised
I'm not complaining
You're just a lesson I'm learning

Please believe me
It's all you can say
Just to make me stay
This isn't easy
While I just want to be free