Choking . . .
on the fumes of life
I give in
when too much strife
I though I had
made sure the plans
But they slipped through the fingers
Like sand in the hands

When devoured
our thoughts perverse
The truth be told
it goes from bad to worse
Porcelain smiles from a
crystalline face
The age has yellowed
The trust misplaced

You sit on the park bench
In the middle of night
No one bothers you
they can see
you are lost
in the midst of your plight

The thought of dawn
rising
far to the east
myths are on without
the peace
All my time is second hand ware
Ticking goes tocking
burdened by wear

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To him, the city is a bustling empire
Of which, at night, she becomes the umpire
Rather than believing she acted out on her dreams
His heart on his sleeve, concealed in fine blue seams.

She knocked on her door. He appears in the frame
His scent intoxicating, she greets him politely
In his tight embrace, she is no longer the same
Stepping into a world where he is hers truly.

She seeks his eyes, he claims her mouth
Above them dangles a lantern and a moth
That can’t take its eyes off them yet struggles
In its bulky body, that their laughter can’t muffle.

Trapped in their desire they undergo the wave
Spindrifts of two bright souls that love attempts to save
The moth can’t take the heat of their burning hearths
Language traces the unfathomable story of their hearts.

Through speech and touch they exchange many an innuendo
They shape the shadows of the city with a fingertip
Sisyphus is the idol they both seem to worship
When they part, for they must, they mutter: “A presto!”


ENSSIB, Lyon
October 5, 2018
For M and A

If love is a disease,
I wouldn't mind getting infected
If that would be the only way
for us to be connected
I won't mind having those butterflies
wriggling inside my belly,
with those sudden thoughts of yours
that's driving me crazy;
I won't regret being in such condition
If that would mean your full undivided attention..
I would like to remain uncured and sick forever,
If that would all result in You and I together.

If love is a disease,
And you are the carrier,
I'll do everything to catch you;
I'll fight the barriers!
I would Love to be uncured and sick with that disease,
Coz' I know in your arms,I'll find happiness atleast.

If LOVE is a Disease
and losing you is the remedy;
I'd better be ill with it, INFINITELY..!

I fell inlove at seven-thirty,
In the middle of the preaching,
On my church uniform,
At an unexpected moment,
In the midst of storm.
When I took a glance
Of your smile so pretty,
I told myself:
"I fell in love at seven-thirty".

I fell in love at seven-thirty,
Yes dear! You should believe me
The moment that you entered the door,
My heart skipped a beat,
Wanna do a ten mile run
With an exceptional leap
Had my eye turned into a camera
With an auto-focus lens,
Zooming in your face:
Making everything feel tense.

I fell in love at seven-thirty;
And memories started flashing through my brain
Together with it are the joys,sadness and pain
Of having you standing afar from me
But on those spectacular eyes--
I can still clearly see..
The beauty..
Of the galaxy..
And I fell for you at seven thirty.

And yes!
It may sound stupid to love you again
But I can't stop my feelings pouring like rain
Yes! For the second time, I fell for you;
With hopes that at this moment,
You'll fall for me too..
Coz' I fell for you at seven-thirty;
And for the second time
I hope I could make you mine...

"I fell in love at seven-thirty".
When i took a glance
Of your smile so pretty,
In the midst of storm.
At an unexpected moment,
On my church uniform,
In the middle of the preaching..
Yes! I admit..I fell for you at seven-thirty..

I loved to ride my Schwinn bicycle
I guess I was only nine
I ride it down to the pond
where I spent a lot of my time

I also loved a girl back then
She had a dog named Polar Bear .
Of course it was white
Until it was run over
by a school bus whose driver didn't care

I loved living in Florida
The salt air from
the ocean there
When I left the Sunshine State
I left a huge chunk
of me back there

Now I am a hand in my pocket
Always reaching for something not there
Home is where you hang
your hat
But I found no pegs to hang it
Inside of your lair .

If only we could put poems
in a bucket
Then throw onto a raging
fire
Would the flames die out
Or leap even higher .

But it seems words cost us nothing
More plentiful than the grass on the ground
Our lives have become instrumentals
Where there are no words to be found

I want to say thank you now
for every poet here
who dares to use their voice
in prose
to face their deepest inner fear

that we alone are not enough when that is just a bald faced lie
cuz we were born just perfectly the truth
and we will be more so when
eventually we die
we just forget this incoveinent truth
because
they
clipped our wings to stop our fly
embedded in deep messages
and told to us as wicked lie
and when I think about this now
it really makes me shrug & sigh
and every now and then ya know
it overwhelms
and then my spirit has enough to  cry

****.
deeper sigh....

I believe,

we hear a voice of broken generations
we hear deep within our mind
and that voice it could be one or many
and man that thing can be so ******* mean unkind
but we can unlearn deprogram change
and what you think inside we'll find?

EVERYTHING.

Ma Cherie © June 2018

Obstacles/Problems/Pain
Contraction or Expansion
Exhaustion or Inspiration

86400 seconds a day
Hmmm, how's it going to be spent?

Difficulties are about what we care about

Our thoughts are a tool
Mind hates to be present
Evolved to keep us safe

My thoughts, my fears, my past experience
pasted to my face
Covering my eyes so they are all I can see,
While my dogs and cats
The fish the birds
they are all laughing at me.

Self is contact
Self is content

Swimming in a sea of thoughts
Emotional weather always changing

Tug of war, to and fro, trying to make the anxiety go

If I spend my 86400 seconds a day
trying to make the pain go away
No time
              to live my life

"Pain is inevitable
Suffering is optional "

Showing up for my awareness

If I'm not living my life
I'm living my fear

Old life
Old values
Living the life I care about now

Compassion for others
Self compassion

Feelings and thoughts are like the weather and
The wind it just blows everywhere.