Ephemeral landscapes Anything for an ethereal escape.
Through trodden lands come fatuous perceptions. As though materials fade behind the shadowy hem of night, Hasty winds succumb through numerous violations. Empty space here, concrete expressions of plight Downward facing valleys may draw depictions of greatness, Yet, through height comes nothing but illusions of prowess.
Distilled through times come ever-expanding randomness Yet, through deafening calmness, serenity is instilled. Emptiness or infinity? Common consciousness or profane affinity? Through the motions may there be destruction Is it a declaration or an inquiry? Through silence there may exude energy.
You can outrun without it ever being undone The end is nigh, wait under the embellished sky One on one, eye to eye Lips sealed yet souls connected Bodies miles apart yet embedded Energy streaming, goodness pouring No motion created yet energy constructed Constellations glow through boundless scales As alterations flow through seamless veils, Bright may they be and boundlessly generated. A galaxy contains infinite universes And universes pertain perpetual elusiveness.
I was born in France, and bathed in a language that I still consider to this day, as the most poetic and beautiful language for the expression of the heart. It became obvious that I had deeply fallen in love with poetry when my pen first guided me to create a lyrical formula for my mother on mother's day. For the past four years I have tried to translate my emotional process from french to english. So now I can offer you my joys, fears, epiphanies and sadnesses through the filter of my soul.
I am a creation of yours, taken after you with the same traits and a unique hue, do not have demand, do not have desire but only a need, your little time and attention, indeed. Acknowledged with the labour you
the Ouija board is brand new the table just dusted an aggressive scent of lemon burning nostrils so everyone’s sniffing like they’d just lost a relative five hands around the planchette sweaty fingertips and bit cuticles connected up to skeptical
The weakened light Accustomed to patterns of darkness I saw the lie becoming Taking it all for granted The vows broken are many Something I lost forever now You left along the way Now there is no conclusion Indifference consumes
In an infinitely large universe Peopled with hospitable suns Centillion poets are writing verse! The law of infinite large numbers runs Counter to the principle of anarchy In which my poems are not mine! By way of an infinite hierarchy