The ultimate ecstasy
Smart soul, such flirting figure,
Shunning their staunch yet sly lame,
Shielding their stout sin secure,
Stunning snake, flickering flame,

Goddess of the greediest guts,
The ram rears before your ray,
The men moan, and hear their ruts,
They surrender if you say:

''Covet me, corrupted cores''
You tie them to your jetty,
Sending them at your soft shores,
They are caught, clasped and petty.

Your power paralyzes,
Heals from all the illnesses,
As it damns the strongest might,
Wait ,is your womb worth the wright ?

Vile Venus' voice, vulture !
Arcane angel, oracle,
Stop rising the sepulture
Of your victims, fool focal !

Your love has a foul fragrance,
I won't submit to your trance!
Poor, obsolete absolute,
You are now using a flute

On your bounded bared bodies,
Enjoying the energies
Flowing from their feeble blood.
Bathing in this fetish flood :

You are aroused, Addiction,
And as they all are in awe
On them you then  pour your woe
Your awful absolution...

Smart soul, such flirting figure,
Shunning their staunch yet sly lame.
Shielding their stout sin secure.
Stunning snake, flickering flame.

Wether a drug, or a well
Of the finest *****,
Wether a mirage, a dell
Deadliest equilibrium

You will lurk,  and surely lure
In the dark, yes you will mure
Anyone tempted by this
Ecstasy and emphasis.

''Her name is Euphoria''
Her youth an Utopia.''
Thus, supposedly nowhere.
In fact, concealed everywhere!
The grievous allegory
Agape and agony
Faith as well as felony
The ultimate ecstasy.

April 21, 2013

To Patrick Süskind, writer of The Perfume,

He leans over her
Admiring the fire of her rebellious hair
Asleep, sweet child
Her body, temple of the most exquisite perfume
Getting drunk on her delight
He tries to **** this about to live madness
Rising up, oh cruel
He plans to lethally hurt her!

Another desire, inside, gushes
For he doesn’t want her to suffer
His lips burning of her, madness!
He’d rather be lenient…

She rolls over, for her he fell
He drops his hammer and her grave
He leans in closer, lover
Her eyes open, he looks at her, charmed

Mouth tight shut, lost inside him
She knows he’s the thief of the night
Three feet away from her eyes
He has to possess her for his tragic project
Lull settles in, she says:
“You’ve come to take my life’’
He smiles, she grabs his hand
And brings him to her red-hued lips

“Laura, I am Jean Baptiste
Senses will be my tomb
I screamed, organic, garbage from the market…
Broken, born almost dead, scattered like schist.’’
“Jean Baptiste, come here’’
“Sweet ******, I’m only sombre ashes
My body only knows the twig
By your perfume only can my heart rise…
No love is that strange.’’
“So I’m yours, divine
Drink my wine to the hilt’’
“Angel, forgive me for what I must do’’

He throws his vest on the ground
Unveiling his skinny self
He is stark naked, she is dreamy.
He lifts the covers, dreading his own gestures
As soon as he’s laying next to her
She softly skims his chapped lips
He answers, babbling
The moon is above them, entangled.

He can’t stop his fingers
On her naked skin wanting him
For no cloth, no silk
Can’t protect her, she isn’t escaping
Her scream in his kiss he takes her
She’s a woman in a blasting fury
On some supple Asian cushions
Her blood slides, fertile, drunk Muse…

He’s already asleep on her hip
He equally adores her curves and her sip
He caresses her white gorgeous chest
Swiftly slays her and,
Lays her down waiting for the blame
Crying, but he has to leave her.

Translated on August 8, 2015

This is your soul speakin’
Time has come to enter the ring
You want ‘em to know you’re the king
I don’t wanna see this body give in
For that matter, be the master
Off with this super cozy sweater
Pump it up baby, work it out,
Hold yourself together and try it out.

So let me tell you it’s gonna hurt so bad
But when the signs kick in, don’t stop
Tell them guys you’re gonna get on top
To do that despise respite, lad
You wanna sweat and you know what?
Considering the effort, it’s great
Think about your badass swat
Punch this body to the floor

You don’t want to reach your limits
You’re here to overcome them, so come on
School gave you more than satisfying units
You’ve learned to cope with it, you’re tough
Don’t waste your time, your session is on
And don’t be surprised, this is gonna be rough
Whisper you love this power when you grab it
If you fake the whole stuff this is not gonna make it


So get up, gimme all you got, this is the first round
You like the way you’re struggling and screaming
You like the way it accelerates your breathing
Learn to appreciate it buddy, this is the sound
Of a furious fighter finally enhancing his heartbeat
Stand up and follow this unleashed upbeat!

You’ve passed the 30th line, and you should begin to feel
Sweat covering your hands and this heavy barbell
Ain’t so bulky after all, here comes the spell
Casting this astonishing adrenaline, don’t kneel
Ignore the pain caused by the bench press, you feel better
If you hold onto it because this is the right track
You won’t die baby, bounce and destroy the latter
And remember of the rest you don’t give a frack

So get up, gimme all you got, this is the first round
You like the way you’re struggling and lifting
You like the way it accelerates your breathing
Learn to appreciate it buddy, this is the sound
Of a furious fighter finally enhancing his heartbeat
Stand up and follow this unleashed upbeat!




That’s not the helluva lot to do, you know
At first you can just choose to take it slow
But I thought I told ya to rip your ribs
Well yes, sweat is dripping on your hips
Don’t give up **** it, don’t give in
I said don’t give up, did you hear me speakin?
You’re getting stronger, I said you’re getting stronger
You’re a 700 nitro gun, guy, and it’s getting warmer.

So get up, gimme all you got, this ain’t the final round
You like the way you’re struggling and lifting
You like the way it accelerates your breathing
Learn to appreciate it buddy, this is the sound
Of a furious fighter finally enhancing his heartbeat
Stand up and follow this unleashed upbeat!

June, 10, 2014.

After workin’out.

Besieging the circle of an above-ground fort for its light
The cold, sharp wave storms the lighthouse
Robust turret of stones in the middle of nowhere
Off La Rochelle or Le Finistère

And she, agitated, is indeed seavage!

Quietly approaching the canoe on sand
Hope of coconuts, hammocks in palm trees
This tropical land would come from a fable
Mix of lava and water, the Piton has risen!

And she, struck, flies in white vapors!

Reducing the life of country smugglers
She is often tombs of ill-fated Ulysses
How far away she seems, then, the boot of Italy,
For those who have left everything, dreaming of being born there!

And this crossing does not offer a visa!

Stifling pitifully under floating *******
The gray sea without corals is emptied of its life
Only the abyssal fish do not see how
On the surface, belugas find the time long!

And she, once a sanctuary, became compost!

Inspiring, from the foam, the writings of the poet,
Sea, Ocean Blue, Aegean and beautiful Seychelles,
Because without it, our life would have been so thin
In our inner worlds, its flow always calls back!

And she, stained, becomes crystalline again!

See in these painting our vital element
Exhausted, neglected by our great laziness
For it to be paradise and not only distress
Let's save the coastline, fragile like an opal!

Translated on November 2019
Nancy

We're old friends, already
Whirled up in the wheel of time
A pacing symphony  
Passing through the telephone  

For hours on end.  
We do not deter from this trend  
Rhythm and rhymes, reunions and recusancy  
Always together, and on the same frequency

In a second we crisscross the ocean  
Building up our literary scene    
Our secret and permitted panacean  
Ointment, we've never once foreseen

That we're old friends, already  
Your wise heroes advisers of my own  
We share so much tenderness  
With which we could clothe dawn.

Written to  John Maloney,  
July 5, 2018  
Lyon, France

A night nest

A curled up cat
On my days out purse purring
Our daily rain around him pouring
He’s the white bunny under the black hat
Smelling the everlasting smell
Of the ravenous squirrel that ate
From my extended hand a plump nut
The fluffy rodent gone, there’s nothing left but
The imprint of the squirrel’s paw for the cat, late
At night, he pervades himself with the fur, like Icarus
When driven heavenward didn’t see the sun and fell
The cat is sound asleep, he doesn’t notice us
He chases the squirrel, quiet down! – He’s dreaming!

March 14, 2016
Guillotière, Lyon

It sprang to my mind when my eyes lost their azure gleam
Becoming dyed like a sheet of velvet seam
Of birds and bees I could no longer stand the glee
I had to understand what this hideous creature had done to me:

From my sane mouth, obscene fangs arose suddenly
And naked, I discovered my skin’s paleness
I could no longer feel the torrent’s tender freshness
My cupid and clear heart had become bland ebony.

But blood offered me other renaissances
Slaying for my leisure pure princesses
Showing no mercy, alienated, like an avenger,

A vampire I had alas become! My love will not linger
And only lasts during a cruel evening conquest
‘’You, white and livid body, I did not love you, rest!’’

Translated on May,9 2014

To Aaron,

Send me along the lines of the freeway
Where there’s a light to get away.

I am no runaway lover…
No, no runaway lover…

Running like a bat out of hell
For you, for you I fell
Running out of your heaven
An emptiness, now a burden.

Send me along the lines of the freeway
Where there’s no signs to get away.

Southern California tune
Moon above our dune
My mind mumbles
My memory rumbles
Rambles, rambles…

We paid a dire dime
To a countless time
Don’t nickel and dime me!
Deep inside, inside of me

I  ran out of your heaven
Running like a bat out of hell
But for your heaven I sure fell
What felt like a blessing is now a burden !

So I’m your runaway lover
Your restless runaway lover
Send me away, send me away
Along the lines of the freeway !

Where there should be
For you and for me
Another runaway
To get away!

Send me along the lines of the freeway
Where there’s a light to get away!


August 1st, 2015
Chambéry

The poet, a butterfly

The butterfly is burdened
By first and foremost its name
Its lithe body bearing that lame
“Flying butter’’! It’s bewildered!

When mocked, the poet creates
Towers of Babel scratching the slates
Of the dark-blue hefty Heavens above
Its urge to spring free it cannot solve:

It’s compelled to flap
Its wings shiny with arcane dust
Over flowers sipping the ***** sap
Yellow and warm like a baked crust!

If you ever touch this creature
Pointing your finger at nature
It will fly away, to never return
Ruthless human, what did you earn?

The powder on your skin from the aerial
Grey and sticky, you’ll dispose off
You can’t write with this material
The veil the insect was so in need of…

Let it be overwhelmed with its gift
This hydromel from the skies high
You cannot grasp all the gist
Of those who breathe and ache to fly!

March 30, 2016
Lyon 2 University

The mountain surrounds a limpid lake
Of a calm and captive silver-green
Like the waist of the wedded, a sylph
A besotted body, light, loved by the wind like the yew
Where are you escaping to, peaceful flow
In your fertile floor above which there is plenty of lives?
To the point of triggering the blue sea’s breeze jealousy
You hold, silent, Lamartine’s soul
He described you, lake, time’s metaphor
On your shiny waters, necklace of photophore
The sun beholds you, skimming your sides
Like the poet’s quill, your white bird.

What did he see in his prophetic century
Hurt by a soft and painful romanticism?
Holding you in his arm, his altar, in love with
Your richness, your serenity that the poet
Afflicted by time couldn’t feel
Save for his apostrophe, his eternal sigh
To you then, oh lake, the whisper of a scripture
That is known only by you, enigma in literature
Story with the man with words and scars
You contain in your dome, his most beautiful enamels.


Translated on August, 24 2015

Find
Bind
That light
At night
This white glow
This wild flow
To your mild mind
To your mauled kind
If you are a man
Even a woman
This light will just skim you
This wave will just bless you
And as you are wondering
And as you are pondering
Where on Earth it must have gone
By which hand it had been done
One minute, the seconds have died
Wait! But alas, you have not tied
This escaping light to your body
This everlasting odd energy
Your bitter tears are just about to drop
Soul, your stronger desire was to crop
A light lump of this eternal infinite
A little drop of this nectar to ignite
The shadowy details of your long existence
Your jewelry lost its original essence
Tainted, dirtied, grazed by this running running out time
Though nothing has frozen however here comes the rime
So if this life is a so-called perfect symmetry
Yes, everything fades away, everything but poetry
For it knows the silent, hidden, pure chemistry
To be stronger than this bustling busy clock
When it experiences the writer's block
A verse is waiting to be created
A unique page awaits to be crafted
While against it has lost forever
The time. It has reversed the order
This universal unity
Flares up under the canopy
And in your room, inspired
Your footsteps never tired
You are following it
You are capturing it
It has surrendered
You were not gathered
With this blind mass
It shall not pass
The border
Oh writer
Here is
Iris
Found
Round
∞

May,11, 2013, onboard a train to Paris

To Laurentin,

Black Lace

Underneath a tight corset
Bound by a sensual link
Black and satin, carnal
Lets the eye roam
The heart, so tightly bound
Cannot be left alone

So calm a beat
To his mistress’ steps
That he never fails to guess
Whether this silly lover
Could, if he moves her
Undo these pretty knots!

Written on September 8, 2016
Translated on April 19, 2017
Lyon

Like a line love
Tethers my threshold
Poetry can’t catch hold
Of what we cannot solve

I chase, take down the thought
So that someday you ought
To see without the veil
Towards where I can’t sail

Is love a leeching spell
That bloodthirsty, pray tell?

December 11, 2015
While recording a song
Lyon, rue Juiverie

The needle inched closer
To his palpitating pain
In a sigh, in vein
It was stabbed deeper.

The rush of thrill
Shushed him still.
His nerves numbed
He kicked, in vain.

His demise followed suit
In a stainless jumpsuit.

April 06, 2018

You came up to me
It was dark, under the trees
The squirrels were all gone
The  moon  timidly shone
Your hand from my hips
I didn’t push away
You came up to see
If you could kiss my lips
You did
And my clothes– later
You undid
And you were after
My love

Our bodies might
Want to see this slant
Of light in the loneliest night
But I simply can’t
Let you have it
Just because we feel
Simply because well, we… feel like it
We are humans, we’re real
Creatures of desire
We burn, but the bits of this fire
Don’t whisper we should say
Yes, at the end of the day
To anyone coming up to sell

Their passion or frustration
To you. This time, is their beauty
Say, human, pray tell
Enough for you to give them the mirage
Or the image
Of your eternity?
His flesh despised reason
Mine recoiled in horror
And my mind in this season
Saw with an indicible terror
That should my self give in to pleasure
I should at least make sure
That this desire driving me
Is nothing but… my nemesis, my enemy!


September 15, 2015
Villeurbanne

Shipwrecked

Washed ashore the Atlantic
You’re dreaming with your Pacific 
Blue iris before this body’s curve, caressed
By the white sun past
Its zenith, on her tanned skin
Of your warm California the leaking and thin
Gold melts with the metamorphosing swell
You are a living picture, you dwell
Among this apotheosis as the swift
Ocean whispers spindrift
In the glorious gleam of a maritime morning
Lost in her ultimate, she is peacefully sleeping

You want to kiss this Ideal slowly
Discovering the veil of what she’s pursuing
Undone by your fingers, letting the waves
Of her quick heartbeat slide under your nails 
Like this fine sand is crowning her hair in the salty
Air, as your delicate hand, gently
Arouses her lips whilst everything is exploding
Around you, wet with the swell’s run-up
Your South-Western voice’s tide conquers your beauty
Her sore arms hang onto your stature up

And down under the mythical scenery and eye of nature
Loosening the long knots of a complex stream
In your sweet violence you’re a soundless brawler
Delicious land, she’s pulling you closer
You’re becoming the journey she wants to go on
Her sighs reach you, from her throat are undone
She’s emerging from her wildly perfumed dream
As you’re making yours reality, your desire awoken
By the landscape of her body in this summer’s heaven. 

Translated on April 6, 2015
Lacanau Ocean, Southern France

Marine stretch of many mysteries
Dome of underwater dreams and miseries
Home of many a shipwrecked ship
Score of a mermaid, the waves her luscious lips
I bathe in the salty swerving swell:
My ocean and sea, I know you all too well.

The Atlantic and the Pacific were adamant lovers
They made my head and body spin
The rolling waves made a tumbleweed of me
On a bed of pebbles, sand and broken shells.

The Aegan was cold but inviting
A pathway of black urchins paving
The way for the deep and intimidating graves
Of many foreigners Greek gods and runaway slaves

I answered the call of the Indian Ocean years ago
A normally peaceful lagoon had a wave hit my thigh
I remember the rising and falling of life wherever I go
I most cases it is, of mindlessness a sigh.

July 17,2017
Onboard a train from Chalon to Lyon

Red

Palm under the squirrel’s paw
Supported on my arm
Feeling its sweet heartbeat
I feel its pulse go slow
Its gentle, beguiling beat
Warm and furry fluffy friend
Fitting right into my palm

The jay is only the jack
Because the red is my king.


Appoline, May 26, 2016
Lyon, Guillotière.

A whiff of perfume
Floating in the air
The sun reflected on your hair
An aura of untold fortune
I see right through you
The veil has been pierced
The path, long, lonely and fierce
Behind: The law of attraction
Beyond us, something set in motion
Holier than time or love or sense
I met your eye to your heart and hence
Mine you are for our stars align
A silent contract our kindred souls sign
No land can't stand to tear us apart
You have something of me and I a part
Of you. No matter the distance someday
You were you are you will, ours today

Nancy, November 26, 2019, 10:57 pm

Poem-report: Greece

Writing poetry in the Hellenic region
Equals to discussing democracy
In Athens, its cradle then despotic tomb
The poem can’t survive in this rather cracy.

Greece however always belongs to pugnacious Achilles
Keeping the mythical beauty of its temples and islands:
The sea is as clear as the thin aquamarine
Which used to ornate Pallas’ bust, sibyl.

And what of Apollo, supreme oracle of Delphi
He is done delivering visions, no one calls out his name
The poet summons him, but he fails to arrive
What can he make of sanctity or lent?

The deity’s site looks as wild as it was then
Between an ochre mountain and a rising sun
The stray cats and dogs, worshipers of the past
Are the only believers who now crowd the p(a)lace.

Greece is pauper alas, and exploits its legends
To obtain some drachm from European folks:
Statues and vases, paintings and almonds
Everything is copied and sold–what a Herculean task!

What sad realization takes hold of the voyager
To follow the tracks of heroes, eager
Athens is filthy, and to heal her gray boyishness
The acropolis is yours for about thirty euros!

Men of our time have desacralized
What had been dreamt about when barely imagined
Glory only remains in what you can read of it
I almost couldn’t find some muses and their lyre.

Written in French in Athens, March 31, 2017
Translated in Lyon, April 19, 2017.

The cruel voice echoes across the crowded room
The naked prisoners, their ankles and wrists tied
Are shown to the masses, quite aware of their doom
And not a single soul is staying on her side

A black marble statue watches them from afar
But the queen fairly knows they won't escape so far
She wishes and awaits to sip their strong sour bloods
To bathe and to bask in those red furious floods.

Look at her, o pagans, ****** by the universe
Fallen from the heavens yet still as glorious
As the twisted tarnished despised and devious
Feelings shaped, created in this tragical verse.


August, 31, 2013

Tender mystery of nature
That I hold in my hand
You, sweet secret so secure
Shiniest charm than the sand
Who would have thought that I
Could cherish the iris of your eye
You are the reason of my dream
And each time you let me in, your stream
Brightens my heart, the effect never wears off
With you the book is never written
In advance, so what are you made of ?
I have cast different spells on you so often
Your soul, so seldom opened has smiled
Your existence elates my enameled essence
Being one light, thence to me your beauty has never lied  
Why are you such an elixir, core of my diligence ?
Each time I drink your words, you recreate my Renaissance
Let me reach you again, we will enter in our trance.  

Will you read my bold words, behind that mild romance ?

November, 2, 2013

Enter your collective and inner consciousness
Seek, deep inside, the energies within.
Take a deep breath and expect this rebirth
That this new era is slowly paving in
Be a part of this revolution. Breathe in.

Pénètre ta conscience collective et unique
Cherche, au plus profond, les énergies cachées
Respire profondément et espère cette renaissance
Que cette période est en train de mettre en place doucement
Fais partie de cette révolution. Respire.

Your body is light as a feather
Floating on a silver river
A delicate cherry-blossom petal
Trusting the wind to propel it forward
To the edges of eternity, for this voyage

Ton corps est aussi léger qu’une plume
Flottant sur une rivière argentée
Telle une délicate fleur de cerisier
Qui fait confiance au vent pour la mener à bon port
Aux confins de l’espace-temps, pour ce voyage.


Birds of a rare rainbow plumage hum a prayer
A song of gratitude and joy
Your eyes marvel at the sight
Of this inner zen garden, made home

Des oiseaux dotés d’un rare plumage arc-en-ciel
Murmurent une prière
Un chant de gratitude et de joie
Tes yeux s’émerveillent à la vue
De ce jardin zen intérieur, fait tien.

Emerald-hued bamboos form a cathedral
Of protection and wisdom that you pass
Cradled by the fresh stream on which you rest
Light, free, you continue your journey deeper

Des bambous de la teinte d’une émeraude forment une cathédrale
De protection et de sagesse que tu découvres maintenant
Bercé par le frais courant sur lequel tu te trouves
Libre et léger, tu continues ton voyage profondément

And deeper, moved back and forth by nature
A vivid orange koi carp salutes you, undulating
You feel her breath create air bubbles underneath you
And from within, you become a calming mantra

Au plus profond, te mouvant par la nature
Une carpe koï aux vives écailles orange te salue, ondulant
Tu sens son souffle qui crée des bulles d’air en-dessous de toi
Et, de l’intérieur, tu deviens un mantra apaisant

Resonating throughout this luxuriant garden
Alone and well, encountering your own self
Meditating in a pure, regenerative slumber
Stay there, don’t come back up into the world

Qui résonne à travers ce jardin luxuriant
Tu y es seul(e) et tu y es bien, rencontrant ton être propre
En méditation, dans un sommeil pur et réparateur
Restes-y, ne remonte pas dans le monde

For a few more instants of silence and unity
With nature and everything that vibrates within
You are carried to a waterfall of turquoise waters
Become part of this whole, color your own soul

Pour quelques instants de plus de silence et d’unité
Avec la nature et tout ce qui vibre en dedans
Tu es porté(e) jusqu’à une cascade aux eaux limpides
Deviens une partie de ce tout, colore ta propre âme

Vibrate an echo that is yours only. Let it resonate
As you come back up refreshed. Throughout the Earth
Be a channel of joy and happiness for the planet
And close your eyes, go back, to this enchanted place.

Vibre un écho qui te définit. Laisse-le résonner.
Alors que tu remontes, rassasié. Autour de toute la Terre
Sois ce canal de joie et de bonheur pour la planète entière
Et ferme les yeux, retourne, vers cet endroit enchanté.

Nancy, April 15, 2020. 12 :45 pm. 15 Avril 2020, 12h 45.

To the Poet Matthew Dickman



When you mentioned a crow
I thought of Allan Poe
Yet your words wielded
Allan Ginsberg’s queerness
Your awesome Americanness
Shuffled Allan’s wit
With your heart and gut.

You gave us a performance
But none of that heart and flowers
Romance
You were real and raw
On paper, in person
Personifying
Writing about it all.

Out of your world came out
The ardent desire to feed the pyre
Of ravenous demanding poetry
With no rhymes but sentences
A sentence which sent on death row
The rest of the worlds I heard today.

Words are wasted but yours resembled
A cherry-shed coke’s can, vintage 1975.

Lyon, November 6, 2016

Written to Matthieu,


Loving

The pain of a doubt .
Seeking.
Perhaps, perhaps, seeking.

Healing

A futureless
Sentimental Wound
Meeting you again


In your words.
Isn’t that just
In real life
Role-playing?

Feeling
In lulls

Your long absences
That’s not a lie

Not getting

If we should take
What’s left to us
What we’re testing.

Remembering

For a few minutes…
Whether we were lovers
I watch you wither.

Thinking

About giving you back

What you thought
You discovered

Seeking, seeking,
Seeking.
Where desire
Has gone



I could tell you

That the past

Must have engraved
What happened


But giving up
Repelling

This memory
Everything is nighttime…

Writing

To know

That darkness
Is hard to drain!


Translated on August 7, 2015

Hey folks, listen to the soup I’m spilling
I’m just a random lass
But I don’t give a rat’s ***
About all this huggin and loving
You think I’m inclined to fall for grace
You think I’m gonna waste my time 
On this courtin and kissing
Cuz France held my first breathing
I’d gladly trade ‘em boyz I liked for a dime
I’m born to fight and I don’t ******* mean
Under their gorgeous minds and bodies
Like really. A Man, at his finest can beget
The swiftest soul and body- and what do you get?
A brain led by powers, hormones and pulsions
That is once in a while driven by addictions
So if this is your perfect human race
Then I think I’m in for the haze
That I see in your eyes and words
You wanna put up a fight, then bring your swords
Cause I love that one in a million
Flow of your heart, its alluvion
Your imperfection being my inspiration
You are at the core of my unreachable adoration
****, here I go again all cheesy with my bits
Guess I just need to take a couple more hits
The murkiest the beauty
The finest, for it is poetry

July 24, 2014

Will I forget your image
Distancing the presage
Like my body from yours
Is everything holding us
Back away from each other

On Time’s ocean
Through thick and thin
Tempest of love
Yes, I said “forever’’
About time

Don’t tell me I beg you
You love me, my happiness
I know you want me
Oh inspired, my distress
Don’t tell me: “Until?’’
I loved you, I fear
But you’re far away, my dear
I’m straight telling you
And until when?

My hand is grazed by thin scattered bits of a flask
As my skin is kissed by the cursed flow of the ether
The red line of the sliced vein melts with the ember
Of the cruel poison if you put down your mask.

The perfume descends down my warm palms
Engraving on it its lethal bite,
My mind reaches a new height
As my soul screams in spams.

Collapsing in a gasp of air, in a long gauzy gown
Creased like a shroud to welcome a body at auction sold
Like a flower-shaped corolla poured out against some gold.

At the temple of agony, convulsing painfully
In the sacred desire of her mortal folly
Corrupted creature, ***** in her Dream
And of her life stops the stream.

Freshman, College of Humanities. Joffre, Montpellier. Translated on May, 9, 2014.

Are my hearts reaching roots and trees?

I feel it quiver deep down inside
A continuous ****** I can't abide.
You whispered you would stay by my side
But you're gone,  you've withdrawn,  like the tide.

And my mind feels that gap, when it cries
Left to the emptiness of the void.
Beware, I may get paranoid
Have you ever believed in your lies?

I feel it giggling getting higher
And it shows you I was tougher
Than this little sweet teen you cuddled
Than this hugged high school girl you hurdled

And my mind rejoices, when you say
That I was nought but a heap of hay.
Whilst you've made sure to keep me at bay
Are you a little more noble than clay?

The more one sees from men you're the lees
The more I will feel free from your fees.
While you are standing up on your glees
Are my laughters  reaching roots and trees…

Father?


July 14, 2013
Onboard a train from Lyon to Montpellier.

Are they all going to slay us in their hateful blood?
Are we all going to bend a knee to their threat?
I hear that the borders of my beloved country
Are being closed to avoid more of this lethal salvo
Dearly beloved Liberty! Scorn faces Man and Man is unstoppable!
Should it be one’s duty, should we pass a law that forces people to love the other?

Tonight, in November 2015, my thoughts go to those
Who will dare fighting back under the lethal threats of these down-and-outs
Tonight, in November 2015, my thoughts go to those
Who, tired out, cry out with their eyes the tears of farewell…


Lyon, 0:30 am, November 14, 2015- translation

No guts to ***** a meager mea culpa ?

Were you begging me to spare you, man
Trudging on the floor raising your shabby swords
I would still silence you saying, ''Any last words?''
Separating your soul from this soil, despising your wan...

Your blood would flow, your pain would glow
Appearing obvious under my enameled blades
However, I would remain in the reassuring shades
Watching your pride wiggle and wail, hearing you swallow

The shame that would strike you at your utmost.
As soon as you cursed me, I hated you the most
Do not rely on your ideal, this is your ordeal
Your dreaded nightmare, except that it is now real!

Were you begging me to forgive your mistake
I would only whisper that you are now at stake
You did choose to solve this case in your lull
Tell me, were you tortured and was this as dull

As this devouring pain cursing through your body?
Years went by and you ignored my fading name
Uttering in your sleep that I was surely the one to blame
Feel it, tremble under it, this is your deserved agony

You thought it was a sporadic game, dices to roll
You have played with numbers, and you stabbed our love
Livid will turn your face, because soon funeral knells will toll
The poisonous clove will soon sprout, I have an iron hand in my velvet glove

And you will finally fall from your God ****** grace
The yellowish waxy rotten tone of your face will melt
Under the fires of justice that have become scarce
Watch my hand you fed undo the blades from my belt

Any last words, coward, before my rage hits your rib-cage, loafer?
Anything to say, threatened by the horrific scythe, loser
You poor excuse for a man, let alone for a fallacious father
You used to lift me up to the glories of the skies and call me 'my daughter'...

Were you begging me to spare you, begetter
I would turn my heart away from you, rather
This sturdy bone structure of yours handed over to the reaper.
He whom despises mercy to reason deserves neither



I wish I could pretend believing we never saw it coming
But what is the point of keeping your head high
When nothing remains in you, not even the faintest sigh
You are going to expire and yet, not even your lips are moving.

Were you begging me to love you, as you pant
I would tell you that the clock is adamant,
We both are well aware time has now run out
Anything...? -  you have been ruled out.


December, 27, 2013

You’ve published your rhymes in print


That’s the shortest way to put it

On a shelf. Now the book proudly lives

Through the eyes of those who read its lines



I wonder why some saw some sun in my blue night

After I did. Darkness and light where? always here

Unequally balanced, always starting a fight

The aesthetics of my mentors, my atmosphere



From France to Bei-

Jing to the Sea

Ty by the Bay

I write swell





The ocean is organic

Odyssey, *******

With the liquid it lifts

And lies back down

Both an eden and an abyss



So is my soul, swerving

In the current, red like,

Redcurrant

Poetry is debased

That is, recurrent.



August 30, 2017

Lyon

The poet is this divine being
Seeking soothing foreseeing
The inner core meaning of men
Mainly of the muses mourns the hem
Of their beauty now beholds the marble
Out of sacred skins sews his own fable

The poet is now ever never
Wherever whenever forever
Touch her take her tame her
She’s the color the lore altogether
Altogether… Alltogether… All to get–

her.

September 18, 2015
Villeurbanne, France

To my mother,



I walked through the garden at night
It probably rained during the day
Under my steps I felt a certain pressure
Then I saw you, walking through at night

***** and swift, running
Nothing could stop you, carrying
The long discreet drape wrapped around your stature
Hiding the spasm you were going through tonight

Albeit the key to your soul I did not fashion
I could almost, just like you, o woman,
On your lips, feel your desire for passion

You won’t neither admit it nor mutter it
Otherwise this secret will fade away
Then fly, fly to your reason, run away!

Translated on August 10, 2015

I sense your strange soul rise and rest
Sighing in your sweetened respite
Oh rest I seek your silenced crest
Your secret in this soothing night
As the swell rocks our marine nest

Your soft music, mysterious score
Swoops me to a dear distant shore
Scene of your shinning sudden dance,
In your rising swaying cadence
The sapphire ocean, I sense.

I see the shape of your sore spine
Swerving like a delicate shell
Swinging siren at night, my line
Is light under my silent sight
And with my song your name I spell

But as the dream’s dome becomes dust
Destroyed by the sun of Isis
Oh under the dark sky I trust
I know that your soul is not just
That slumber’s metamorphosis.

Creature of the sea when sound
Asleep, a naiad said she found
You, human by day. a poet
In the sea, desire of sunset
Sings this silent secret to you.

January 15, 2015
University of California, Riverside

Tonight, in the black light of a slight hope

Tonight, in the black light of a slight hope
With my chalk I’ll describe you:
I’ll begin with your mouth
Beaded with gold, as tasteful
As sponge finger. I’d want to
Softly touch you.
I’d kiss your mouth
So languorous and red.

Two rubies in the air of tonight
Shining with mischievous liberty
My fingers gently move up
Your sight seeks me, sometimes flees
They are always within a reach
But statuesque, you count on me
To be, on the inside, Prometheus
For you know that your dear heart matters.

Tonight, in dark of a quixotic manor
And of that gasp of yours
When I hold you
Drawn by the quill your power
Is giving birth to, mirage, o male mage
And under my ink I possess
The complexion of your skin, your coloring
I hold your slumbering head.

I’d continue with your hips
That I’d slightly, in time, skim
Flower of a new spring
In the naked, wet and white warmth
Of your body. All of a sudden, you’d shout
Panting, you’d feel on the small of your back
The lingering stopping of my chalk
On you, fluttering.

The line is rushed
Because under your sighs I yield
A daring dove
I am for you, I hungry for you.

In a stream-like momentum
I plunge into you willing
To grab you, to know you’re my hope
In the silent and black night…

And the tongue of your flesh
Stains the drawing because your breast
Willing to itemize my drawing
Sketches you with a light-hearted air!

You are then
On this canvas
My tender gold
My long star

Art of a love
Which means much more
Oh so much more
Than what words convey!

Written on October 8, 2015. Translated in February 2016.

My love, my words tonight are weak yet ablaze
My emotions are trapped and lost in a maze
But my heart beats recalling yours, and I am fainting under your grace
This space between your tender arms is by far my favorite place

Do you know how your kisses are fresh and new-born roses?
Touched by the drizzle in a February dawn
Do you know how your voice sounds as though a lyre rises
Do you know how your hair is sparkling to reflect a lovely fawn?

My love, I have sunk my soul in the swell of your sight
And your hands wrapped tightly around my waist is such a delight
That cuddled so close to you, this poetry becomes breathtaking
And my heart releases for you this passionate flow, gushing.

Angel, over the hills and far away I wish you could return to me
Allow me to hearten and heal you with my melody
Oh, on your stars are graved this memory of us, fascinating canopy
My love, each time I am staring at the obsidian sky you are shining endlessly ...



Appoline H-Romanens , last day before June, 2012 , Inspired by and with Matthieu Harreau

Abort mission, reboot, we’ve lost control
Where are the procedures, refresh the protocol!
It seems like this civilization has been deemed unstable
Question is, are we really competent and able
To protect our planet and all that we hold dear
No, we ain’t, unless, under duress, we fear.

This coronavirus was like a bull in a china shop
We were concerned about constantly being over the top
Performance, marketing, scales, and stakeholders
It seems we need to revise the strategy, dear readers.

So what now? Are we going to slow down and ponder?
On what we have to give up and offer to manage humanity
Or keep on being obtuse, dollar-oriented and benighted?
Decide to see inside ourselves and stand united?

‘Cause, guess what? When life as we know it will end
It isn’t the green note that you desperately clutch in your hand
That will save you from illnesses, grief, and sadness
Thus: We have to seek the pursuit of happiness
Which will always prevail, keep on smiling to the new day
All this frenzy will appease itself and soon be at bay…

Nancy, March, 30, 2020. Written from 12:03pm to 12:40pm

Not for sale.

Caress this soul, come and seize
The purest perfection of its pains
Apply an ointment on the scars
With patience and compassion
You just might be able to ease
The burning of those acid rains
That gnaw on my skin like an abrasion

I used to believe this was a real feeling
I used to repeat this as I was hoping
Somebody would care to pick me up
But watch how fast the time is running out
I am tired of my tongue trying to tell
Many things and words to make it up
I will rise again, for this is why I fell

So go right ahead. Defile with your iris
This shell you can curse or kiss
You believe you will someday tame
I warn you though, this is not a game
Your battles have only begun
If you have your fists, then I have my gun.

June 11, 2014

The pagan crowd, the fallen heart
Like thirsty beasts rose from the dirt
Their eyes ******, their teeth hungry
Like thirty blades, cursing Mercy

They squeaked and called, they screamed and growled
They tossed and turned, they laughed and mauled
A thin body to them is brought
Among this hell, to calm their drought.



Naked angel, oh flawless flow
Your blood descends and they will throw
Naked angel, oh flawless dream
Their claws at you, lost in the stream

Piercing your veins, soiling their skins.
Filling the night with their mad screens
Piercing your soul, feeding their might.
Filling the night with fallen lights...








You vouched ******, you violated
You so perfect, and yet tainted
Avenge yourself on this altar
Where you were ***** and thus so far

From this nightmare, free your spirit
Do not sell your last heartbeat
Open your eyes, o creature
The sun has ended your torture

Join them, join them, in their kingdom
They were banished, denied Wisdom
Kiss them, kiss them, darkened beauty
Glorious Queen, sweet felony!

April, 11, 2013

It’s eleven, curfew’s enforced
Please wrap up your line
You were typing away
The lampposts went silent
It made you look up
Cling, and now a starless sky.

Urban decoy of human decay
The light has a syllable of its own
Voltaged language of *******
The city hovers over your hours.

A hedgehog silently treads
Runs past me, active and still
Before my satisfied quill
It made me look up.
Insects on my screen
Were nocturnal verses
Makers of my moonlit poem.

Chalon sur Saône
June 27, 2018

To Laurentin,
Skylark

Another sheet of paper for you with inked words
Pretending to pretentiously carry metaphors:
Lights for February, for anchored loves
Becoming projected, mundane candle holders.

The shadows in the room sketch your silhouette
You’ll hear dawn: shrieks of the skylark;
Cuddled in a precious dream, in the drapes of your shape
Multiplying the room with your sighs,  saying… more…

I’ll think on you, in you, and then for you:
Your breath, your jolts, your smiles, your sounds
Will be my compasses,  capricious circle
Naked ‘fore the Universe, under the skies of your roof.

And sealing upon your mouth tonight’s stars
The flask of my air offers you the threads
Of my words’ desire, a black supple river
On that day, no roses, but the lovers’ span…

Written in Lyon on Valentine’s Day 2016.

Tender was my night.

Oh, you don't know how bitter is the night
My shabby dreams are throttling me like a bight
If only you would have kept your feelings under control
It would have prevented you from treating me like a rag doll.

Thus, your love is silence.

You said I shall forget your memories.
Pretending you were just some other fancies
For sure, there is plenty of fish in the sea,
However, you were by far my wonderful and beloved lea.

Thus, your name is silence.

Oh, you don't know how bitter is the night
When the sunset is settled, against you I must struggle and fight
If only you would have not pressed your burning lips on mine
It would have prevented me from quivering from my soul to my spine

Thus, your touch is silence.

Oh, you don't know how bitter is the night
Even if inside the soil of your darkness has sprouted my light
If only you would not have taken my feelings for an illusion
It would have prevented you from sinking me into this delusion.

Thus, your kiss is silence.

You said I shall forget your memories.
Pretending you were just some other fancies
For sure, there is plenty of fish in the sea,
However, you were by far my wonderful and beloved lea.

Oh, you will never know how bitter is my night

Thus, the rest is silence.

January, 4 2013.

Rainy day of August
Body soaked in water
Blood spilled on the globe
Newspaper, bold typewriter
Announcement: We all trust
Our firms going down the *****
Conscious failures activated
We are up and running
Alarms and seers devaluated
The clock, tick tock, is turning

Oblivious with our existence
We collect data to combat the sentence
"Climate change is an orchestrated plot"
Our oceans swell with our pollution
Take a drag citizen, ‘tis the finest ***
"Global warming for sure is an illusion"
Get down, gulp down the pill of nothingness
Fertile ***** matter, for a ravenous press
Rise with me poets, let’s stand before the storm
This is also with words that awareness we form!

What’s your imprint upon this land
Things do not end as you become sand
This Earth sure will survive grass above our mass
Stones will crumble yet nature will not pass.  

Nancy, August 17, 2019

2 hours of therapy
1 language spoken
$80 colorless shirt
3 women ditched
1 child left behind
40K a car
7 feet a boat
200 m.sq mansion
11 countries known
400 books read
2,000 lines of code
50 meals tasted
1,000 promises
143 ifs and whats
0 honest job
1 private plane
500+ LinkedIn contacts
6 real friends
0 lover
0 liver
2 pounds of coke

And you equal?

Jan 26, 2020
Written between 12:22 am and 12:36 am.
Nancy

2 hours of therapy
1 language spoken
$80 colorless shirt
3 women ditched
1 child left behind
40K a car
7 feet a boat
200 m.sq mansion
11 countries known
400 books read
2,000 lines of code
50 meals tasted
1,000 promises
143 ifs and whats
0 honest job
1 private plane
500+ LinkedIn contacts
6 real friends
0 lover
0 liver
2 pounds of coke

And you equal?

Jan 26, 2020
Written between 12:22 am and 12:36 am.
Nancy