So I guess you can't stay,
We had such a nice day
But, now its time to go your own way;
Don't worry, we'll see each other someday...

Greet me in my entrance,
oh darling France,

With your wit and your gaze, mystic;
with your facade, angelic

Dance with me, fine country
As to you, I sing deeply

While in absinthe we speak,
And our senses grow weak,

Come with me as to serve your pleasure
To points that no one can measure,

To a point of insanity if you leave,
and with it, melancholy I receive

But alas, no more are you there,
you leave my mind and soul bare,

Turning what was once a sweet ambiance,
into a bitter memory and grievance...

As such, I enter the familiar trance
of a bitter-sweet romance.
Oh what an odd ambiance!
To be without dear France

Wake up! It's morning!
See the clock at twelve and then,
Sleep now! It's morning!

Give me a sleepless night,
Headless horseman, evil knight
Let me regret closing my eyes
As everyone ceases to live and just dies

Drive me away from that ghastly face
Even let me end in the second place,
Because safety is ever so rare,
So much that this world becomes a nightmare

The pitter-patter of rain on the roof
Is slowly creeping down the walls
Steadily approaching to where I'm bound:
It's fine. it's nothing

Now from the floor I see
The wall bleeding water from below
Slowly. Steadily. Rising.
It's fine. It's barely something

Faster and faster the water goes
Stronger and stronger the current flows
Here I am sitting knee deep
It's fine. It's fine.

Now it reaches toward my waist
Then to my chest and back
The flood embraces me.
I do not panic. It's fine

The room has been filled
Of sapphire blue
Of emerald moss
And there is a light
Right across my face
I do not reach toward it
I stay where I am.
I'm fine. I'm okay. I have drowned.

I think I miss her.
Maybe, just maybe I do
And then I shuddered.

En garde...

At the ready
at the command
unsheathe your blade
prepare where you stand

ahead of you is no man
ahead is fear, anxiety
impatience, dread
but play it right, ahead is victory

Etes-vous prets?

Now the blade is in view
its owner waiting for the foray
its steel waiting for your neck
its danger awaiting the melee

You feel the sweat on your brow,
Tension now reaching your nape
Your arms twitching and shaking
They are aggravated for their escape

Allez!

First there is quiet...
Then your arms bolt!
Your legs dart!
A clash of steel... and now the halt

Again at the ready
En garde...
Prets...
Allez!*

Threatening the enemy
with your edge like gunpoint...
A step... You pounce!
Connect... Point!

Oh shining lights; you who clear my misty vision
Clear also the fog ahead of my weary feet
Let me follow you to the right path; the right road
Turning the grit in my boots to the grit in me

Words go on and on
Seemingly endless chatter
It's just so tiring

So I accept it
Don't stop. Just do as you wish
Just keep on going

Would you like a leisurely stroll?
And while you're at it,
May I take your soul?
Just to acquit?

Start off through a forest:
Jaded leaves and sapphired seas
Paradise at it's best?
Oh just you wait for the breeze.

Now how about a valley?
Small, quaint and serene
Also free of anarchy.
But then again, what stops it from being obscene?

Onwards now, to an oasis
Shall you now quench your thirst?
Oh sweet bliss?
But did I mention, it's cursed?

Oh you lowly fool
You've made a deal with a ghoul
Someone who'll use you as a tool
No matter how cruel

So you say you want out?
All right then
But I'm sure you lout
That you'll come back again and again

So you didn't like that stroll?
So while I'm at it,
Why don't I give back your soul.
At least while you quit

The night is here and mine:
It's subtle and divine
Laced with shimmering stars
And neon wrappers of candy bars
The night is destined to shine

The night seems to cloak the moon
At just the right time; not so soon
This young poet is out to greet
A woman whom he'd love to meet
And the moon is simply in tune

But destined to be in night's way
The poet should just obey.
For the night is already subtle and divine,
And forever destined to shine;
The poet should just greet her: happy birthday

Death! Death! Oh you Death!
Let me borrow your sweet breath!
Let these people weep!
As I proceed to reap!

You there child!
Why are you exiled?
Did you take what is not yours?
Or have you had too much downpours?

Ergo state your name!
Don't bother showing shame
For it is here you shall depart!
For I shall take your heart

Oh you child named Lewis!
Get ready to lose your aegis!
Die Lewis! Die! Die! Die!
Look at these people. They don't cry

Death! Death! Oh you Death!
Thank you for your sweetest breath!
Die! Lewis Die!
But why is it I cry?

Fissures in the wall
And protruding splinters

Ruptured foundations
A falling roof

A little child runs inside
and cowers in fear

He tries to lose himself
but he's just there

Then the cracks give in,
as the fissures do
Does he live?
Or does he die?

Date a girl who sings,
Who can give you a halo and wings,
Take you on a cruise
Without suffering a bruise

Give her a song as a gift,
And in turn, happiness is swift
Quicker even; on a star
Serenading her with your guitar

She may be gentle up or down
Not wanting both of you to frown
So sweet, simple, mellow and tender
I bet you'll give in and surrender

Just love a girl who'll accept a duet
And lastly before I forget
Love a girl who can carry a tune
For it's just like sitting on the moon

I watch people suffer day until night
As I watch them scream and shout, I just write
Sometimes I sing songs for the pale moon light
As the other people rally and fight

They look at me with such envy and disgust
So I wonder why the do what they must.
Nevertheless I've seem to lose their trust
still, it's too trivial: they'll end up as dust

So I say to them: Why not take your time?
Be a priest, be an actor, be a mime!

Just trust what I say; sit back, just relax
So you can enjoy your life to the max

Little stick, candle stick, give me light
One to warm me in this unknown night
Little stick, come, and I'll make you learn
How to make this ******* night burn

I the onlooker
Looks on the tender sweetness
Of the bond between
Man and woman
Woman and man
Man to man and
Woman to woman

A blissful repose
Is what a yearn for
When the scent of colorful daisies
Or the chime of tiny bells
Becomes only an apparition;
An idea at the back of my mind

In front of that one person
My mind would be blank,
If not of the thought of my love
The one's whose light does not shine through my darkness
But of the light that casts a further spark into whats left of my smoldering fervor

I the onlooker
looks on tender sadness
Caused by love not being able to find me,
Of what was found once but what was lost

Oh a bitter-sweet sensation this epiphany
Love cannot find me now
However I the onlooker;
Still looks on

The fool who spoke with a magic tongue
The fool who sat and sung
Is Shut still and away,
He has nothing left to say

The man who had a heart of gold,
Now sitting in the winter cold
Clutching memories; new and old
Which only he, can forever hold

You were a bud
Hiding beauty inside yourself

A bud waiting to bloom
And bloomed beautifully you did

Now a rose you shown your color
A dazzling red growing from green

Hid inside a glass dome you wait
People thinking youd never break

You were a rose hidden inside a shell
Yet You had fallen from the skies and your petals fell
You will return to the sky where you belong
Among the roses and your thorns

My dear you were a fallen rose
But my dear; to everyone
   you are still a rose

Not tomorrow, not today,
No light shall shine my way
To those demons who sent me to pray,
Come at me! For there you shall lay

Never the sun, nor the night
Shall take away my flight
For I shall drive you out of my sight
And send you in an eternal blight

And to those who are blind,
they; whom with I've so foolishly dined,
I shall send you and your kind,
To nothingness! Where I have signed

Eating with myself;
Not the best thing to do huh?
I'd beg to differ.

I stand under the sun,
Waiting for a bus
As I watch people have fun
As I watch them in a fuss

I stand under the heat of summer
Waiting for a ride
As the other people sunder,
And lose their pride

Suddenly there came rain
and the bus is nowhere in sight
the other people left, being insane
from the dark clouds of night

Yet I stood there waiting for my ride
Believing it wouldn't be a shame
If i continued my stride...
Suddenly a flash of light! It's here, it came

In the morning when you wake,
You smile, then you take
A deep breath, for courage to come
And take a shot of something like ***
Giving yourself to I,
Using all your power not to ask why.
I remember why I love you.
Look me in the eye as I'll imbue
A feeling that you once knew
Run toward me and I'll make clear the hue

I love it when you become weak,
Like the lamb so innocent, so meek
On another note, there's your voice
Vibrating in my ear, making me rejoice.
Everything you do, I definitely love
Yet sometimes I forget, that I'm ashamed of...
Oh but don't you ever grieve for I am
Unable to leave, for I too am a lamb

I see a dazzling flame
Taking it's claim
I can see it swallow
The mightiest chariot of Apollo
I see it becoming a blazing wing,
As the sky started to sing
Hymns of burning spite
Blazing;
Forever under the sunlight
© 2011 Xilhouette

I mess things up quite well,
But hey, if I keep this up, I might end up in hell
Not that there isn't any difference but,
I'm guessing there, I can keep my mouth shut.

The magician sleeps
His assistant; she'll follow
Bidding him sweet dreams

Over the ocean,
Through the sky,
See that blue bird,
Once again fly

Dancing with the wind,
together with his spouse;
A beautiful dove,
Forever in arouse

Then, spinning with the clouds,
A tornado brews!
Will they separate?
Will they lose?

Now out of the sea and sky,
Finding an escape,
Like being lost in a flame,
The two disappear, they lose their shape

Through the forests,
to a tree,
They seem trapped...
But they are free

My sight was hazy, but I saw you
I saw you as a faded hue

You were behind the others,
Just some person in another verse

You weren't a jewel to me,
that I didn't see

Yet now you are tinged in a new light
A light colored by blinding white

Shining brightly by your hair,
and for that reason I stare

And now I once again see you
in a different color: angelic blue...

Now I can clearly see you
and all I ask is of you is to see me anew
but so we might not argue,
Please at least see me too

May I request a portrait of you?
Maybe dressed in cocktail blue?
How about in a cherry red?
Oh I'm sorry, am I too much of a dread?

It will be the best in my collection;
Along with my wonderful selection
Of candies and other sketches
That will tease my utmost senses

May I request you here?
I promise I won't hold you dear
Maybe if we'd just go out and eat,
My day will end up pretty neat

How about it?
Are you willing to submit?
For I want this friendship to renew.
So how about it? May I request a portrait of you?

Today the wind brought me
A leaf undoubtedly gloomy

I could tell that it had gone through many
For I seem to hear more than one story

It came off a grand oak,
Flew down the river for a soak

Flowing into the sea from the river;
From there the leaf started to shiver

Then a great wave started to amass,
Delivering the leaf to what seemed impasse

The wind swooped in and set him free:
His fate: to be burned slowly

The wind finally escaped
And eventually came to me misshaped

But even though his story was terrifying,
To the point where one would feel like dying,
I felt like taking the skies and flying
Just to avoid everyone's sighing

I am yours and you are mine,
Come with me and we'll see the stars shine

We'll sail through seemingly endless dark
As we follow the song of the lark

You'll fly me there to the moon
As I sing for you; your favorite tune

We'll go through a day and then a night
Though we might pick up a petty fight

Then I'll go and start blaming you
And we'll think it's the end of us two...

But even so or even then
Our love is mightier than a pen
For I am yours and you are mine
Let our love be perfect and divine

Not when clouds turn grey
Nor when the wind ceases to howl

Not when the ground shakes
Nor the earth rumbles

Not even when mountains erupt
Or when the forest sunders

Only when

Souls tear apart
With a sound that makes even the mightiest ones shudder

When your mind breaks
And you give in to despair
Like pillars of cement
Coming down to the abyss

Only When

You seek solace in cigarettes
Or see a better life by the bottle

Does the world end

If you'd stop loving me,
I'd fall in love once more
Then another, then three,
Then perhaps another four

No matter how much we fight
No matter if we fight for an hour or two or ten,
I definitely won't lose light,
Instead I'll fall for you again and again and again.

My dear brown eyes,
So devoid of lies

Oh so white and pure
Seducing me with your allure

Sing, dance and sway,
Oh you take my breath away

Haunt me when you speak
Because for you: I am weak
And even if the following isn't true,
I'll still say it: I love you

My heart is for rent.
Holding a space for one.
And do not tell me that you can't

In here is home
Comfort and solace
Like tiny shells being washed by seafoam

It is a place for you
And you alone
The only acceptable who in this world of who's who

But maybe one is not enough
Oh my dear you are right
A space for another, no not a bluff

My heart is for rent.
It holds space now for two.
It holds one for you,
The other one for me.

Because it is cliche
How can you love another,
If you cannot love yourself.

Serve it hot or cold:
It tells stories you've never told

Make it milk or dark
Oh I bet it'll start a spark

Try it with orange or any fruit
And you'll forget the right route

Taste it sweet and luscious ebony;
Perhaps something sweeter than honey
It may be less sweet than candy,
But it proves to be just as dandy

It's something you can't hate I bet
After all, nothing can beat good chocolate

Grandfather! Grandfather! Oh watch and clock!
Watch me tick! Watch me tock! Without a lock!
Lucifer! Lucifer! Go forth and rhyme!
As I dine with melancholy! And time...

Little star, little star
You shine so well tonight
Twinkling calm and sweet
Oh such fine light

Little star, little star
Don't you ever sleep
Forever you should stay,
By my side, with wounds so deep

Little star, little star
Oh won't you stay?
Don't say goodnight please,
I want you everyday...

The night is at it's ripest,
And the poet at his highest

The time of night where for a while,
His lyrics are filled with guile

The time when shadows are divine,
And the stars and the moon greatly shine

But the moon starts to dissipate,
For it has ceased to wait,
And gave in to it's weight...
I guess I should leave, it's getting late

Strange it really is
To call a place with people
That I just dont know,

Save a few bottles
And glasses with beer on tap,
Somewhere I call home.

Paint me a picture,
Dark or bright,
Give it color,
Divine or sublime

Sing me a song,
Music to my ears
Brilliance should luster,
Lyrical and deep

Show me its beauty
Let it bathe in silver
Let it sparkle in orange
Lest it would run dry

Show me nothing but grace
let serenity ooze  from its bowels
And give me the power
to adore everything around me

Madness! Madness! Oh wonderful madness!
Let's have a chat and lose all that gladness!
Come with me! Come with me! Here, have a seat!
As we wait for sadness before we eat.

How I love thee, thy Rain!
It takes away my toil and pain!

Woe be thy sun when there is rain,
For rain takes the sun's glowing sane
Woe be thy wind when stopping rain,
For it is not possible, it is in vain

How I love thee, thy rain!
Set me free from toil and pain!

Might I die? May I leave?
Might you see, there is a need
You see it's pointless to grieve
So stop your tears; think of it as a deed

May I sleep, in your arms?
A final moment we'd be together
Might you kiss me? Don't be alarmed
your memory will last forever

How I'll miss you, how you'll miss me
This is the way it's supposed to be

Take my sight
for I wish not to see;
see no light;
nor sky; nor the sea

Take my touch
for I wish not to hold you
nothing real; as such
Nothing, nothing at all but rue

Take my taste
Making kisses ever bland
Denying love for it's a waste
Denying 'till I fail to stand

Take what I own,
What I breathe and believe
Leave me here, sitting alone
So no one may see me grieve

You know; I can't say
anything else but maybe
just this: I miss you.

For you are my candy,
For you are my star,
For you make things "dandy"
Even if things don't get far

For you are my "sweetest thing"
For only you make me weak
For only you make me sing
"Lines of pure white" week after week

For only you make me smile
For you are always the only exception
For I made myself an exile
I wonder if you were a deception

Let me say I'm sorry
If you think this is weird
I just want you to tell you my story...
Even if after wards I may get seared

Now you may think I'm crazy
Now I think that you know
That my mind is growing hazy
So let me say something before I go:

Night time you smile at me
Infatuate me when you speak
Kindle thoughts here and there
Keeping me so weak
Indeed you amaze me, Nikki

I don't ask you to keep this
I don't mind if you give this back
But it will always be you who'll I miss
It's always you that keeps me intact

Once again I apologize
And also I shall rant:
"Finally, I can let go of my sighs
Without a single pant"

And do not be afraid to leave
Do not be afraid to reject
For I want you to conceive
that: This glorious poet shall always resurrect

So I've made my piece;
Now I will say this is not for me
Now this feeling shall never cease
Because this is for you, Nikki

Sweet and simple four-liner:
Oh there is nothing finer
Let it even shine or rain
None can spoil a good quatrain

In ropes, little Sparrow attempts to fly
Feet tangled to the ground
But with wings ready to glide

The first burst of flight,
Sparrow struggles.
Sand and gravel getting in the way of
its lonely path

Then the next,
was none so different.
Winds howling;
Give it up its impossible
Your freedom is highly improbable

Shackles mocking Sparrow:
This is reality
The ground is your home
The sky is fantasy
There is no sun, no stars, no moon for you
What lies beyond is simply tragedy

Sparrow does not listen.
Wings beat against the shackles
Against the chains of reality
Sparrow gains a boost.
A last surge of adrenaline
The ropes seem to weaken;
Now courage seems to thicken

A gust of hope from beneath the wings.
One more.
Just one more.
And Sparrow is free.
Free from this dastardly reality...

And finally at long last.
The fetters have given.
The shackles have broke.
The rope has snapped.

For a moment. Just a moment.
Sparrow is free. Free to the edge.
Onward

To the cage of fantasy.

Sparrow realizes.
There is no freedom.
No ground
No rope
No shackle.
No not anymore.

There is but the fantasy
Of the sun the moon and the stars
The forests the skies the seas unending.

Oh lonely Sparrow
Sad little Sparrow
You were once fettered to the chains of reality
Only to be chained
and bound
by the horror of fantasy.

Oh sad little being
Once again you have returned
To the melancholy
You may or may not have earned.