I write poetry
for eveything else
has failed

My life has no bottom
It's Hell down inside
my well

Do not feel like you are
sorry
Do not feel at all

Go write some kind of
poetry
It's better than digging wells

Some prose poems patched in his hands
Suddenly then, ecstasy or hypnosis faces him!
As he was reading, bathing in scents of cedar
She stands before him, disrobed, Phaedra-like and solemn!

He mouthed those lines while blossomed within him
A garden of secrets, rustling beeches
The mused muse came to visit him when
Every morning he read on, gold upon her head

He never put the velvety book down
The air heavy with laughter, desires, and rhymes
The Western wind gently rocked them as they held
Each other…Yet as the last poem echoed, she adamantly fled!

Translated on April 17, 2019
Nancy, France

I still have my doubts but now I'm almost out

Of the dark in my mind and past the line

I drew in the sand. It's getting better again.

I'm happy now. I didn't think it was possible "wow..."

I'm happy now, yes, but I still have this twinge of guilt that is pressing against my chest

I haven't been unfaithful but my intentions weren't always just playful

I've had bad thoughts and now I feel like a robot

Going through the motions without any emotion

I'm trying to get on track but something keeps pulling me back

This isn't an attack or excuse, it's just a map showing this path I'm walking is not a cruise

i.

spring's grey moons
everything is still
the hush of the skies.


ii.

first new buds
white cloud of hawthorn
morning's broken ghosts.

iii.

strengthening sun,
iron and feathers sky,
bird like a speck.

iv.

blue edge of sky
sunlight on flashy wings
empty world.

v.

clouds of drowning white
blowsy sweetened breeze
tall grasses sway.

vi.

last winter gust,
shadow on the earth
song of the rain.

vii.

surreal morning tide
hurrying wave
kiss for my love.

viii.

sea-spray hits a sail
anchor lowered down
ropes thrown to shore.

We carry our worlds within our hands

And communicate in time with our heartbeats

We can see the world from above and far away

Or the inside of ourselves in minute detail

Time can be tabled, abstract or meaningless

As we try to find our souls

We adapt to ever change

While love remains the same

i.

water-born,
the dark skies of the lily,
its song of petals
and gauze.


ii.

unwrapped and
white,
rushing in
streams of
bending flower,
ghost of a blue star.

iii.

ghost of a tender night,
calling out to a misty sky -
the breath of a star -
light spaces, stormy opals,
tranquil air.

iv.

sweet flower of
the dusk,
gathering the
glow of the lake,
gathering its
honey’s and frosts.

v.

below brooding clouds
that drop their tears
like heavy dew,
the lake deepens
and whispers,
carries its grey mask.

Who are wise?

Are wise the ones
who perceive to know everything,
Preaches this 'everything' to everyone around
and drives the endless dreams into a cage by their eminence.

or

Are they the ones
who begin with the notion of knowing nothing.
explores the endless horizons of wisdom,
and yet remain truthful to nothingness.

As 'Nothing' can never be shared
endless dreams can never be caged

What if I was embraced by sickness:
Giving me a warm,tight hug;
Would someone care to stay beside me,
Be the pill for my bug—
Be my forever maintenance drug?
I bet none.

What if Satan sends his angelic demons
and invite me undertneath this earth;
Would someone hold my hand so tight,
As I slowly grasp for air to breathe?
Would tears flow from their eyes like flood,
As I take that invitation;
Would someone shed an ocean of tears,
As I journey to my destination?
I bet none.

What if "death" knocks on my door,
And I opened it enthusiastically;
Would someone quickly slip his feet on the floor,
And swiftly lock the door for me?
Would someone care to be mad for my hospitality;
And care to give some reasons behind, a marvel of clarity?
I bet none.

What if life knocks me down;
Dressing me up like a princess,
Would someone look at that beauty
As a sign of my weakness?
Would someone come to my casket and feel so sorry;
Would someone's eyes be so sad,
with flowing tears be blurry?
I bet none.

What if I marry an adverse illness,
Taking me six feet below the land;
Would someone come to the doors of my new home,
Send me flowers and wish to still hold my hand?
Would someone be jealous of death:
For I have chosen it than to have myself live and breathe?
Would someone care to miss me when I'm gone;
If someone would, who's that gonna be?
I bet none.

I love your smell,your smiles ,your laugh;
Your eyes that speaks of sincerity,
Another variation of God's artful craft,
Lovely creature of simplicity.

I love the way you play with notes,
As your fingers dance across those keys,
You bring music to its finest beat;
Charmingly played in heartfelt ways.

You work for success and dreams,
While others spend time for love and affection;
You motivate such youngsters like me
To prioritize first our education.

You never failed to show us our value,
Giving each of us pieces of advice,
Rendering some kind of brotherly love,
Something that couldn't be given price.

And as I slowly unlocks your character,
My heart slowly falls again,
But I know it's impossible to have you;
For I'm just a sibling in faith—
nothing more, nothing less;
A friend to accompany, in happiness and pain!