Indulgence.The decadence ofwritten word will not sufferfate dead and buried.
Desired.Calendar smut gluedas holy murals on walls.How do I compete?
Conflict.Last time Winter broughta boy in tears, pawn conflict,and heartstrings sharpened.
Sexuality.My mother asked once,"Do you even like girls?" Ilaughed, "I like no one."
Bloom.Answer my heat withcold compress of written word;I will bloom within.
Photosynthesis.My love is meadowwhere the flowers grow for you;sunlight eternal.
Letters.I crave taste of daywhen your thoughts are brought to lifein text horizon.
Chained.I dreamt you were here,your arms in place of shackles;captured, happy, free.
Fontanel.I can't write haikuswithout subconscious reveals.My brain is exposed.
UnforgottenThrough the ancient mountain pass,Princes of old, left their mark,Vestiges crumble under wild grass,And whispers echo through the dark.
KissThere's nothing sweeterthan a kiss, except for themoment right before
JoyMay life whisperjoy through your veinsbefore lidding your eyes.
PoemsSitting in a corner,As I always do,Lost in the nothing,Surrounded by it too,I turn to you,Then you turn away,A scamper here,And a tumble there,Is that all the effort that you got?Laying on my bed,The ceiling above,Blank as always,Boring as always,Just like you,Lying as always,Denying as always,Is it really that hard for you to see?Turning the knob,You invite yourself in,Go away I tell you,But you ignore me,You scream and yell,You beat my insides,Making life a hell,It brings you pleasure,I know it does,You like seeing me this way,How many days I wonder,Until I fade away?Staring at me,You glare,Into insides beyond the mere,I'm only a child,A poor defenseless child,How you love watching me crumble,Being blown away by little things,You love this more than anything,And all you do is deny what I say,My soul will burn,And the insides split,While you remain unswayed....How little you see,Understanding little,Seeing little,Nothing new for me,Staying
Noces / Wedding (haiku)J’ai vu dans la neigela forme de nos refusépouser le videI saw in the snowthe form of our denialsmarrying the voidFrantz, février / february 2013
tick...tick...tick...i've seen four seasons pass this window,and now this bookmark finds its place;it signals not a rash crescendo,just a steady, metronomic pace.and now this bookmark finds its placein the concordance of my life;just a steady, metronomic pacesomehow beyond both joy and strife.in the concordance of my life,it signals not a rash crescendo;somehow beyond both joy and strife,i've seen four seasons pass this window.
The Olympian project: Goddesses (total fr/en)I Hécate Vêtue d’ombres finescomment pourrait-elle cacherlongtemps sa clartéDressed in shadows sheerhow could she be hiding herluster for so longII Artémis Le sable d’or fincherche la bénédictionde vos pas perdusThe sands of fine goldseek the benediction ofyour absent footsteps III Hestia Dame de lumièreles arches bleues de l’éthersont vides sans vousLady of the lightthe blue arches of my skyare void without you IV AphroditeGlissant doucementla soie sur sa peau doréeraisins blonds sucrésGracefully glidingthis silk on her gilded skin heavenly white grapesV HéraCouronne de neigebijoux colorés qui sonnentcolère divineCrowned by noble snowcolorful jewels that chimethy fury divine VI Perséphone Quelques fl
Rhapsody In Zero GravityIs deep space silent?Amid the revolving spheres.In perpetual night.Or does God whisper?Echoing across light-years vast.Filling the void with song.
EphemeralThe moment blossoms.As rapidly it will fade,its petals decayed.The moment always returnswith the ever turning wheel.
Wanted.Seeking silhouette:Read me poetry while ICry feverishly