It's a **** good thing too
You were right.
Good thing I listened this time

I’ll connect with you on the deepest of levels,
in the most common of moments.

That last second of eye contact,

will keep you up at night,

wondering why you haven’t ever experienced this before.

Even though I’ve always been here,

you have not.

So welcome.
This is my world and
 it’s the scariest of the safe.

The safest of the scary.
Trust is mandatory.
So how do you feel?

Every day
is a new territory
what would it be?

terrain
not the same--never-
what should I endeavour?

my heart
with so many a string
what would it sing?

my hands
willing
doing what thing?

my words
many or few
am I saying something new?

among people
at home, in the streets and the work-place
would I act with warmth, sincerity and grace?

to myself
I must answer-truthfully
did I act dutifully and compassionately?

The time that we win it when we're fixed in the minute and the clock's stopped at three is that moment we'll be,
reinstated,
crowned and rated number one.

The time is upon me,
the clocks chimes one, two...
..she holds up her hand and the question is raised as my eyelids drop lower,
three crows and the rock starts to crumble?
I mumble and answer
she watches me stumble over the words that taste liquid, but are solid like granite,
win it?
we were never in the running.

I adore you.
That is all there is to it.
Sometimes red poppies blossom in my stomach because of it
Like ***** watercolour water it grows increasingly murky
I find it is a beautiful shade of hurt and soul
It contrasts nicely with my porcelain casing
Like a tea *** I am poised to empty my contents
I adore, you.

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

Beijing’s Child points at the white clouds flying, veils in the somber sky, to the moon under the yielding tree’s red lantern, he is absent-mindedly playing with his brown braids. He pictures himself abroad, by other long shores turning the pages of his dear illustrated book when a fired fish jumps up to the skies clad in its rainbow scales, glistering. Under the yielding tree red lantern

Beijing’s Child rubs the green ginkgo Although the snow, winter’s daughter plucks the feather leaves of her silvery coat....
Was it the wind, messenger of the west that brought the Biloba bird until Ta? Under the yielding tree red lantern

He thinks about it sprouting, seed of the past. The Child whose name means pagoda lives over the gates of the shining sun chanting to the elements songs and lullabies,
Under the yielding tree red lantern.

And when Earth vibrates under the storms when the frightened men rise their damped eyes the child wraps his body with the veil of the stars I hear by the mounts his voice and his augurs. But the tree was cut down and cannot offer its sweet sap anymore the red gleam has faded long ago of the marooned torn by time book only one thing remains, and it is a dream.

Because, at bedtime, as the world is sound asleep the child pours a golden powder to the souls. Stay awake at night because the Child of Beijing will enchant you until your morning!

Written in French in Beijing, October 20, 2011. Translated on May 9, 2014 Lyon, France

I tried to climb a mountain but the stones keep falling in my way up.
I try to grow but some body keep treating me as a kid.

I try to move forward but somebody is trying to mislead me so that I may fall over the cage.
I wrote a letter to my loved ones but somebody tear it up.

I tried to lighten up a bulb so that a darkness may disappear but somebody kept switching it off.

What have I done to be prevented in my way.
I never steal from you.
I never abandoned you.
Why do the silly things done by you.

I tried to scoober dive and you shoot straight to my protection.

All you want to see is me walking bare footed,with ***** clothes and berg from you,but I promise I will never rest till I get there to the winning rope.

I wanted to be your forever.
You kicked me where ever.
I wanted to change the situation you let me choose opsticle.
Up obove my head I saw a stars but down I saw the 10 fit under the ground.

I should not have trusted you.
If I knew you were traitor I would be a treater,so that I can treat all your traitorship .

But the question is what have I done to deserve this.

cold and lonely, tired of feeling down
wishing you had someone but no one is around.
thoughts run through your mind,
you think it's better to end your life.
But just hear me out before you go and pick up that knife.

Please don't cut, please don't cut.
I promise you you're loved,
just please don't cut.
If you feel the need to say you're all out of luck,
I'm just a call away when things get tough.
The fact of the matter is you are enough
so please don't cut, please don't cut.

I know things can be a struggle
and sometimes you don't know what to do,
but there is help out there for people like me and you.
You feel like no one understands you,
you feel like your constantly being judged.  
People make you feel like you're worthless and you're not enough. They label you and not a single word is true.
But who cares what the world says about you?
They don't know you or any of the **** that you've been through.
You wish people would listen and not just assume,
that you're fine because you always fake a smile.

No one is there when your sitting alone in your room,
no one is with you when your praying to the clouds above,
no ones there when you need a bit of love,
no body cares when you have nothing left to give,
it's no suprise when you don't want to live.

please don't cut, please don't cut  
I promise you you're loved,
just please don't cut.
if you feel the need to say you're all out of luck
I'm just a call away when things get tough.
the fact of the matter is you are enough
so please don't cut, please don't cut.

You pick up the knife just to feel human and alive.
Cut out all the numbness that people make you feel inside.
I know you want to get out all the pain,
but trust me when I say cutting is not the way,
It really ain't worth it, you'll just end up feeling ashamed.
You cover up the scars with long sleeves hoping that no one will see, but I can see that you're hurting inside.
I just have to look deep into your eyes.

please don't cut, please don't cut
I promise you you're loved,
just please don't cut.
if you feel the need to say you're all out of luck
I'm just a call away when things get tough.
the fact of the matter is you are enough
so please don't cut, please don't cut.

I know it don't seem like it right now,
but things will get better and you will get out,
of this dark place that you feel trapped in.
you're not alone, if you need someone I'm just a call away on the phone.
You might think you're worthless but you're worth so much.
I promise you, you are enough and you are loved.
Just promise me you won't cut tonight.

Time machine roared for a minute...     Future was nearing

with outrageously high

speeded velocity     Surpassing The Bitter Past    &   Collapsing back

In itself !    Surplus      Evaporating Events      have soared above the

mundane Blue Planet

Glistening, tiny, roundabout vessels         have vanished silently, into the

wide open cracks internal to            Ethereal MotherBoard Memory

of         The MainBrain.         Truly Our Vision Focused on the
upcoming Horizon of Hope                                Saw no Evil no More