#route
I'm stuck in transit;
unmoving,
while the world
just
passes
me
by.
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 9:55 AM UTC
Pas à pas. Ô Femme, l’Ange Gardien de mon cœur
Je te poursuivrais jusqu’au chemin du bonheur
Je ferais d’énormes sacrifices pour rejoindre ta route
Je t'en supplie de n’avoir absolument aucun doute
Je te retrouverai parce que je t’aime tant, je t’aime
Je m’en ficherai de toutes sortes de problèmes
Souviens-toi de la jolie chanson d’Alain Barrière
Je franchirai les frontières et briserai des barrières
Pour t’exhumer, t’enchérir et t’aimer davantage
Comme cela a été fait à travers les âges
Si tu ne me revenais pas, si tu ne me revenais
Toi et moi n’aurions jamais, jamais la paix
Pas au pas, pas à pas, à petit et grand pas
Toi et moi serons ensemble sous un nouveau toit.
Malgré marées, vents et ouragans : je t’aime
Et je ne vais pas hurler et crier que je t’aime.
Femme, femme de mon cœur, si tu ne me revenais
Pas à pas, je fouillerais les encyclopédies des secrets
Pour trouver la porte de ton cœur et la clé de ton âme
Je franchirai bravement toutes les frontières. Ô Femme !
Femme de mon être, je suis prêt pour être critiqué
Flétri, censuré, canonné, voire crucifié et cloué
Comme cela été fait à travers les ages
Pour ressusciter l’amour et t’aimer davantage
Je t’en prie de nourrir aucun, aucun doute
Puisque tu seras seule sur ma voie, sur ma route
Si tu ne me revenais pas, si tu ne me revenais
Toi et moi n’aurions jamais, jamais la paix
Pas au pas, pas à pas, à petit ou grand pas
Toi et moi porterons ensemble la même croix.
Malgré la pluie, le vent et le tonnerre : je t’aime
Et je vais rigoler, rire, et sourire parce que je t’aime.
P.S. Hommage à Alain Bellec (Barrière), un grand chanteur et poète.
Copyright © Décembre 2004, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs livres de poésie.
Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 9:05 PM UTC
It was never about
Taking the easy route
I was just desperate
And made a last ditch effort
To get the pain out
©2024
Aug 26, 2024
Aug 26, 2024 at 2:10 PM UTC
Easy NTEs
NTEs were issued like candy to kids
Given to low performing reps
Who has bad metrix like no sales
Plus time keeping or tardiness
All accepted them without issue
Writing why on the back
Part of the BPO experience
An easy way out if need be
Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 9:27 AM UTC
En route vers le monde
Égaré de ma maison
Looking for a way home
Walking far away
Sans retour en arrière
Emporté par la rivière
Ain't going nowhere
Drifting far away
En direction de l'océan
Guidé par un sentiment
Life is just a motion
Going far away
Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 10:08 PM UTC
It feels like our sun has split, temp is turning route and stoney grey white light now dips sooner still.
No burning haze, nor warmth caught in open play and less so the golden rays from evening shades.
Darkened days will cling to run amongst us, when there's no fire blown above the hills. Age displayed as others ill now start to wilt, and aloft the silence drops without response.
Our sweet retreat returns from deeper dreams, before the fresh breath glimpsed in brand new air gives us this good grace of green again. The sense of death keeps seeping in resolve, for future stories to reflect as we continue to unfold.
Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 4:52 AM UTC
Left is right... ...Because right is left... Except how does one or the other directional scenarios fair against the opposing opposites (that is themselves when conjoining as one "unifying whole")? Both directional options are just supposed to detour (each other) one way or the other (while seemingly going around each other again and again through countless twists and turns operable for success)! While also maximizing a different route, altogether! It's what makes paving a simulated pathway (so too speak) in order to free up space for the simulated pathway to give a better instruction manual about which way to properly (the next time around) carve my "simulated pathway"?!
PS... ("Which way"...) ...Is NO truer stated governing way!
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 7:36 PM UTC
I was told not to venture too far! (As if I was "supposed" to do as I was told, I said to myself.) But the matters are not within the details...but within the margin that exercises ALL believes about such a trip down a path your meant to go as far as your little ("wishful thinking") can take you that far! However, you aren't supposed to venture that far, (I said too myself) again, reminded of what they simply told me. That it was safer to take the path at which had more better structured limits! Better structured limits that were enacted under the ruling nature of a commanding authority! One that I (under NO circumstances) could pace myself against not to obstruct! I was young...and essentially alone in the world! That's why I broke the limitations they simply gave me.... So I could pave my own route for a path of my own choosing. Something that (if lucky enough) I could push past the limitations of that very path (by hindering the very trail markers that were some type of barrier that weren't aloud to go...ANY FURTHER)! I ignored their rules and carried on my own way (that I thought was best). Because if I just simply walked past the limitations with courage in my steps and the dignity in my own will to simply defy those very rules... Then truthfully...I was entirely unstoppable! That's why I trusted in my very gut that whichever lie at the end of the path full of limitations enacted upon the nature of a commanding authority.... That's where I'd find myself. By looking ahead of such rules and limitations, I could (essentially speaking) find where I truly belonged in the world. Not to be afraid of any such rule (since it was now of my very making)! NO ONE ELSE'S!!! Then at the end of my journey... I would know what it's like not to be alone in the world...anymore.
PS... That very wishful thinking of mine...had now transcended!
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 2:50 AM UTC
Simply because it isn’t exactly affected by something prone to burst out and gut you like an already survival pig! Because as chaotically funny as that truly sounds… One is not of the baseline rhythm for a linear line to cut ties with something meant to both simulate and represent the most basic primitive logic surrounding every step you take without deciding to either pivot from the actual issue to ignore pleasure for clarity, sidestep yourself clean off the map to avoid (yet again) another “purposeful collision”, and then bobbing and weaving to perfectly ignore what you’ve already known to be the mere gesture for your very focused survival while purposely caring to ignore ALL it’s benefits. Or you simply jumble one step ahead of the other (one after the other like a very thin tightrope) as those very steps carelessly wobbles off the perfectly laid out linear line too straight for focus to just (right then and there) be taken off course…immediately! Showing how messy your showboating everyday basic performance around everyday life truly is when slipping up to threaten the obvious away from something you just want to carefully patch up and ignore. Since the ONLY benefit you trust the absolute MOST…is your own decisions to ignore the baseline reality who’s forgotten its own benefits away from what a single linear line is all about. Especially when that single linear lined point, is where you will both fail, (only to RISE again)! In hopes to tumble ALL OVER AGAIN! Showing that a linear line breaks baseline reality when you prolong the impending issue away from the logic quickly withering away without calm dispositions measuring out of control, when it’s really “measuring control” itself too carefully for focus to ever be the real medium. Meaning there’s too many mix-ups in baseline reality itself to not just be either the one making those careful steps giving off the obvious of messing up on purposely to urge a linear line that they are the one missing it’s own benefits directly, for desperation at never again finding it's own way through. To (yet again) a never-ending choice for survival to be (“gutted like an already survival pig”) for not seeing the obvious sooner, rather then later. Especially when the benefits actually course corrects NO other route, except for a single linear lined point to be too confusing not to see its own destination properly. Especially when there’s NO single destination for when there’s NO ending point of such a thing that’s “destined” to be a never-ending linear line going on forevermore. Never thinking of many shortcomings to bear witness to, when it could go on a forever “nondirectional” state without ANY distractions available to suddenly swerve it off course and force it (anyways) to bear witness to then direction itself. Something like (direction) it knows little about when also being forced to take on a thing called “responsibility”. (Which sort of adds into sorting out the VERY trippy elements of luck from an assorting categorization!) That quickly turns into an impending consequence!
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 5:59 PM UTC
This route I ply frequent,
I could envision it in a trance;
Shiny thorns ravel buds before they are ready to be plucked
Creeping plants grow close to the ground with their horizontal vines
Ladybugs flee so little; resting on colored bright petals
Seasons of disregarded mindfulness had built it into an unattractive **** fest
Yet I loved to commute along this path, it called the rarest breeds
Today I noticed a different kind of rose, It hid from the mess, but it’s modesty was noticeable
It varied from the lot I had daily seen; almost as if it flung out of another hemisphere
It had gleaming petals all around and goldfinches sang melodies to its grace
When the sun licked the ground, it cushioned it and smiled with pride
At the sun’s slumber, crystal lights from the heavens glistened it
Here, I saw my beautiful course through new lens
The thorns no longer stifled the beautiful roses and the pathways had been decluttered for new passage
It’s all I searched for on my strolls, the clumsy atmosphere had me pay it no attention
My habitual walk tuned me to visualizing this stretch
without knowing, I nearly missed a chance to notice a flowering anomaly
but today I slowed my pace and looked at it all through the eyes of my blossomed rose
O.Allyne
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC
If you still are an option for someone to choose than darling,
it's better to change your route
as those who love you dearly,
they don't take you as a choice.
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 5:54 AM UTC
In empty the eyes of not udivlenie,
Not cowardice, not vice,
Not to new feats aspiration
And not humility vow.
In the empty eyes of the living plasma,
That state of matter,
Where there is no irony, sarcasm,
But the words are jumbled.
In a separate heap the days of the week
Vibrate one tourniquet.
Behind them are book sections
And rhymes rolled into a coma.
Familiar street names,
Smacking names,
Go policy, slouch.
Behind them is a gray wall.
Of course, there are memories,
Such bright lights,
Where pleasures and sufferings
Go to the station these days.
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 5:18 AM UTC
Several routes lie ahead
Find your path
Disregarding the crowd
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 8:33 PM UTC
you make your twists and turns,
indecisive which route to take.
i pound the windshields,
hands in fists, thumming.
you hiss a profane,
steering a sharp turn.
i choke down a gag,
eye bulging,
tears a stream.
you peer my way,
hot breath hitting my skin,
droplets of spit splashing onto me.
i turn away reaching for the door,
the poison violating my skin,
acidity burning me alive.
you don't let me go,
digging your nails into my epidermis,
it goes deeper, popping a vein.
i scream with all my might,
blood begins to pour.
you yank me back in place,
prohibiting my escape.
i stay silent,
adrenaline pumping,
heart thumping,
brain throbbing.
you release me,
scowl neatly placed on your face,
dark brows furrowed, narrowly.
i take the chance,
slamming my feet on the dirt,
breath heaving,
i run, run, run.
you shout yet another insult,
dare i not say,
for freedom, i come.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
“eye now know
the how, when, where and the-why,
my Eyes compose this elegy
memories of past and present...
blending into memories of future happenstance”
what is chosen is believed
though the choices are presented -
I choose among the sacrificial burnt offerings
this, my will is free
though the path is circumscribed, ordained
the bus has a route it follows,
but the speed and timing governed by
chances made by me
and you
me and random things spliced.and sundered
get on me
get off me
get
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
There is a person
outside of time
who created a world
that was sublime.
It was us who chose
to eat the fruit
that turned mankind
down a different route.
If we would listen,
he'll show us the way
and we will discover
it's best to obey.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
Traveling is like a drug
I’m high when I reach my hand out
the window and feel the wind
When I stand on a mountain
or with my feet in the sand
For a moment this is reality
and I never wanna go home
The world is home
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
May I ask for oranges to take and ****
May I have a beautiful evening with you
You are my fortune and you are my luck
This is what I felt through and through
May I wish a shower of life in love rain
May I taste all forbidden sweet fruits
Let my love be in a love string and chain
Let us go back to the wonderful roots
Love wants to take chance after chance
It wants to be victorious in its pursuit
My eyes do know what is price of glance
This is the reason they adopted love route
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 1:44 AM UTC
Doubt, suspicion have taken you to dark
In disgust you are passing through park
From blind alleys to look to pursue shark
On every wink of reality say I do like lark
Truth be seen with knowledge of certitude
When is understood with sight to include
Understanding needs cleanliness of attitude
Truth unveils with sheer love and gratitude
Beauty can be revealed with love pursuit
Every honest effort definitely bears a fruit
Water of love when in trance goes to root
This positive attribute straightens the route
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 12:38 AM UTC
We're all headed to the same destination.
Why not take the scenic route?
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 9:15 AM UTC
Sixty-six chapters and sixty-six books
(please, Catholic brothers – no ***** looks)
were needed for God to make known His plan:
the gift of salvation and future of Man.
Yet sometimes it seems rather cryptically stated;
poor Israel must wait and will wait (as they’ve waited).
Isaiah took sixty-six chapters to tell it;
for two-thousand years has the Church tried to sell it –
must Christ and his teaching thus languish in mystery,
waiting offstage in the wings of His history?
(Wings of the cherubim, angels, and vultures
now beat down upon us, uniting our cultures
while tech surges up in a dizzy parabola
micro in management, global in formula…)
Sixty-six chapters to say it in Greek
(Aramaic – or Latin; whatever they speak)
while the somnolent audience scrolls on their screens
in apocalypse trance over zombie machines.
The scrolls are unopened, the parchment still sealed
the slot-machine handle refuses to yield;
as the sixes line up towards the threshold of seven
the virgins sleep late in the Kingdom of Heaven.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
If I want my gypsy life,
My solitary dream
It does require a sacrifice,
More than I can exprime.
Car dans ma vie bohémienne,
Je dois me tenir seule
Même si mes sentiments m’amènent
À vouloir être en deux.
Je sais que dans ce jeu de rime
Je râte ; quand-même, j’essais
Car sûr mon cœur tes yeux s’impriment :
La lumière that day.
The candlelight that twirled and danced
And lit up eyes and hair
As deep inside something woke, pranced
And breathed a fresh, new air.
This was something I'd never had:
Un sentiment profond
Regretfully I leave, though sad;
Mais l'route gitane, c'est longue !
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
sometime i wanna hide
sometime i wanna run away
from all
feelings are so small, tiny
what is the way i should go
i don't know
i think i'm not too bad to others
when i talk about tomorrow
i don't know, what will happen?
The nature of the life have
no warranty, not sure
people say,
no aim no life
i have ambition
i try, i fail
sometime i success in small step
i can't care myself to control
at the route of success...
what future, come quick
i wanna die normally ...
my thoughts are so stupid
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC