Entre Muses et Furies
Il y a une seringue de cyprine amère
Où se coagule fréquemment ma Muse.
Elle entre dans tous ses états
M'injurie et me voue aux gémonies
En pleine crise de jalousie.

Ma muse est une guerrière blessée
D'une volée de bois vert et de cons
Elle veut me froisser, m'effacer, m'annihiler
Me priant de fourrer sa prétendue Rivale
De poèmes lubriques dans le trou de balle.

Et ma Sans-Rivale, ma Déesse, ma Chatte Sainte et Vierge
Ma Muse soi-disant végétarienne se révèle cannibale
De la pire espèce des tribus anthropophages
Et me déchiquette, moi son zmeu, son dragon nuageux,
Sa muse masculine, son pervers narcissique,
Son ombre réfléchie dans le miroir,
Me dépèce comme une hyène frénétique
Aux crocs d'ivoire en chaleur
Elle me saigne tant et tant
Que je suinte de tous mes lambeaux
Résine, sève, latex, musc
Comme une plantation hétéroclite et sauvage
D'hévéas, de pissenlits, de sapotilliers
D'ignames jaunes et de dachines.

Et quand rassasiée de ma gomme à mâcher
Certifiée bio et sans additif
Elle se barbouille les lèvres de ma saignée
Je lui murmure encore que c 'est elle Mon Unique,
Ma Précieuse Ombre, Ma Chatte Immaculée
Entre toutes les chattes, mon chewing gum préféré
Et que je bande pour ses entrailles
Cérébralement
Mystiquement.

Je festine ici et là
Je festine dans l’au delà
Je festine indécemment
Ma sauvage est de retour.

Je m’accouple aux vents boucs
Je m’accouple aux pluies vipères
Je m’accouple diaboliquement
Ma sage-femme est de retour.

Je sodomise les mares crapauds
Je sodomise les fleuves lézards
Je sodomise exécrablement
Ma guérisseuse est de retour.

Je blasphème aux solstices
Je blasphème aux équinoxes
Je blasphème scandaleusement
Mon infirmière est de retour.

Je me venge en la noyant
Je me venge en la brûlant
Je me venge insidieusement
Mon hérétique est de retour

Je cours après tous onguents
Je cours après tous poisons
Je cours brutalement
Ma dénaturée est de retour.

J’aime sa danse surnaturelle
J’aime ses pas diaboliques
J’aime ardemment
Ma forcluse est de retour.

Je caresse le soufre de son âme
Je caresse son pied gauche
Je caresse amoureusement
Ma Maligne est de retour.

Je m’accointe à sa lumière
Je m’accointe à son derrière
Je m’accointe horriblement
Ma pécheresse est de retour.

Je badine avec la lune
Je badine avec les étoiles
Je badine imprudemment
Ma prêtresse est de retour.

Je pèche des poissons capitaux
Je pèche des poissons capiteux
Je pèche lubriquement
Ma catin est de retour.

Je vénère les toisons
Je vénère les vipères
Je vénère précieusement
Mon dragon est de retour.

Je me frictionne l’entre-deux-jambes
Je me frictionne entre deux outre-tombes
Je me frictionne inlassablement
Mon ombre est de retour.

Je tremble de peur
Je tremble de joie
Je tremble frénétiquement
Ma sorcière est de retour.

Je décharge à tous vents
Je décharge à tout va
Je décharge instantanément
Ma bougresse est de retour.

Je danse en bégayant
Je danse en babillant
Je danse ordement jusqu'au chant du coq
Ma muse est de retour

A jade egg
broke upon the floor
releasing a dragon
with a nuclear core
mechanical limbs
sprung from the shell
as the robotic lizard
escaped from its cell

I can burn you down,
or scare you with a howl,
I am the wonder of the ages,
say the witches, the wizards and the mages,
Many warrior have had to fight my might,
a valiant attempt to set the scores right,
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I love gold, and lust for treasures,
I am invincible, and there is nothing left for a measure,
How dare you compare me to a pterodactyl?
a feeble, birdbrained projectile,
My birth was kindled in a volcano fire,
and once I dance, you will soon be on a burning pyre
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Alas! That is all a fad,
My reality is not really too glad,
I am confined to the tales which grandfather told on a rainy day,
and the farmer sang as he cut the fresh dewy hay,
You can also find me in books, movies and computer games,
as an emptiome of 'hard to tame'
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I wish there was more to myself,
than just stories of gnomes, goblins, and elves,
I will never spit fire and smoke,
nor will I scare the townsfolk,
Enjoy reading about my feat
be it with popcorn, or from under the bed-sheet
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As I wag my tail
only to find my place in another telltale.

Have to fight their dragon themselves

Sleep my love, sleep.
Rest your head on my *******
and place yourself into my keep.
Then, dream us on a mighty quest.

To a land where dragons exist.
Where we can run through mystical forests,
as we chase unicorns through the mist.
Then, on pretty balloons will float, I promise.

As through the marsh we must flee.
Toward evil knights guarding the keep,
where the buried treasure is we seek.
Before we escape on the murmuring seas.

Sleep my love, sleep.
Close your eyes and spread your wings.
There is no reason for you to weep,
for in your dreams you are king.


ALesiach © 05/29/2014

Would you like to go to a land,
where the stories never end?
It rests on a golden bank of sand,
down where the river bends.

The sky turns suddenly pale,
while passing through the mysterious veil.
But what a magical, wonderful sight,
to see the fairies in flight.

To see the elves dancing two by two,
in the early morning dew.
To hear the sweet music from the leprechaun's lyre,
as the laughter trills through the air.

Skipping over a babbling brook,
down where the trees do sing.
The dragons give a dubious look,
to see the mermaids enchant the Unseelie King.

And while frolicking in the meadows,
watch as the gnomes gather rose petals.
But be ready to pay the toll,
if you pass over the Bridge of Trolls.

Night is nearly on the land,
time to greet the Sandman.
I hope you have had a happy day,
and do not forget to come back this way.

ALesiach © 10/01/2014

In winter's mist, the magic swirled,
as darkness descended on the earth,
reflected in water, a Dragon's birth.

His scales glistened of red and gold,
his eyes sparkled green and bold,
his mystical beauty touched my soul.

His mighty wings unfurled for flight,
'twas such a wondrous sight,
to watch his twist and turns in the night.

As his wings danced in silent waves,
his solitary stare captured my gaze,
his power and presence held absolute sway,
as I awaited my fate.

Then, down he swooped through the air,
seemingly without a care,
and I wonder how I would fare.

Towards me he came,
softly calling my name,
his snout ablaze with his flame.

As he landed on the snow,
He said I am friend not a foe,
Come, let us go.

Flapping his wings we did rise,
up, up into the sky,
eyes shining bright,
having never known such delight.

ALesiach © 09/26/2014

All I wanted was a jade dragon
To give to the most beautiful girl in the world
With golden silk for hair and eyes resembling Fine China
To be honest I would give her the world if I could.
I would climb all the mountains in Tibet, to find a flower as beautiful as her
I would go diving in obsedian seas to find pearls to match her porcelain skin.
I’d go all over China to find a dress made of silk to go along with her hair which shines brighter than the sun.
All I wanted was a jade dragon to reciprocate my love