Monday, 3 April 2000

My Unicorn

The Queen of May

Covered in her long fur coat,

Telling me

That the white horse is there,

In all his splendour,

Shining from the Heavens.

She claims his light,

Pulling at his unicorn for more power;

But he is drained

Of all energy source:

Galloping for peace is a long road to follow,

A tough war to fight,

The Queen,

A hard woman to beat!

It whispers to me

That it can help no more,

I pray that it may,

That it finds the will, the strength

And sends more love to planet earth.

I dream of his magic,

Covering me at night,

Making sure that I’m tucked in tight.

I have faith in his goodness,
And I do believe,

That his love will save the world!

So my unicorn, don’t give up!

Monday, 27 March 2000

My Little Leprechaun

My little Leprechaun

Always on my shoulder

Whispering thoughts, unheard to others,

Convincing me

That he’s out there,

Somewhere,

Looking for me,

Waiting for my heart,

Wishing for my love,

Demanding what I can’t yet give,

My entire soul!

Why so?

Because I can’t tell you where

Or whom it’s with.

Something I have to discover still.

So, my little Leprechaun,

He’ll have to wait-up

Or move on,

Because what I have to offer

Is gone and not yet found.

Do not tell a soul

And do not make a sound,

For what I have lost,

Is not yet found.

Saturday, 26 February 2000

Super Gay

On the search for love again my friend!

Always looking

For a sexier ass

And a comfier heart,

High class,

And he better be smart,

Cos you ain’t no tart!

Never settle for too little,

You deserve a free spirit

And a sincere soul.

Your love is so big,

That you share it

And give it away

With such ease,

But you’ve gotta keep a bit for yourself, darling!!

No hurry dear,

You have a whole life ahead,

And a bag full of smiles,

So don’t shed it all,

For a quick fuck,

After the ball!!

Sunday, 6 February 2000

Unknown

Sharp images

Of unwanted Dogs

Howling past me,

Bleeding souls and fastened eyes

On what is Neverneverland.

The flowing mane

Of the unknown,

Unspoken thoughts;

Mind ruled by freaks

Falling from the skies

With naked hearts,

Showing torn pictures

Of things

I’ve never had or seen,

Not even

In my worst nightmares…

Tuesday, 1 February 2000

A Wannabe Clone

Inexhaustible shadows

Always casting

Over hopes

And fears.

They’re but so perfect,

Yet so unreal.

 

Distorted images of the truth

Multiplying and stretching

On what is pen ultimately correct.

Trompe L’Oeuil

Disguised as ourselves,

A Wannabe.

 

Your sorry attempt as a shadow,

Craving my soul,

Grasping at my every breath,

At my freshness,

At my aptitude to be good at everything you are bad at

What a pitiful sight,

A thief

Who cannot rob,

Who’s being pursued

By what he doesn’t

And will never have.

 

You’re just a clone,

And you didn’t even manage that right.

You lack my passion,

You’d get the drought

After I’d quenched my thirst.

Too late again my friend,

Too late again.

Thursday, 6 January 2000

Insomnia

Bloodshot eyes

Tortured ears

Blank brain.

Listening to Jazz again,

In the dark.

No moon tonight.

Smoked to many cigars,

Beginning to sound like Billie:

Scorched lungs – Dry mouth.

As fear arises,

Anticipation of the approaching rays,

Not wanting to deal,

With, you know, all that…

I think I’m blind,

My eyes are beginning to trip,

Inventing images

Of wild elephants

Ecstatic genies,

As the sun begins its ascent,

Reflecting once again

On the windows of my soul…

God I need a coffee,

Before I let the train

Move in.

Yay, the glory of a new day!

Monday, 3 May 1999

La Deception

La deception

D’un homme en qui l’on croit,

Y a rien de plus froid

De plus douloureux que ca

Que se soit en amour,

En politique, en famille ou en religion ;

 

La deception

Elle, elle blesse

Elle vous laisse sans espoire

Maudit, avec un tas de remords,

Vous faisant du tors ;

 

La deception

C’est une tache noire

Qui apparaît dans votre regard

Sans invitation
Elle vous inonde,

Cetter tache si lache.

Thursday, 7 January 1999

Mia (a song...)

She went there to find herself

Turns out she lost her soul

Had no more ambitions

No more goals

She smoked her days

And drank her nights

She offered her heart

But gave her body instead

 

Mia

Life isn’t a game

Mia

What a shame

 

She lost her faith in angels and fairies

She was overwhelmed with the devil’s sight

She put up a hell of a fight

Friends turned into foes

As she battled to survive

She dug herself into a deeper hole

 

Mia

Life isn’t a game

Mia

What a shame

 

One day

She decided to mark her story with an end

She packed her bags

Cleaned her room

And went to Jeremiah Bridge

Took her life with a leap

Flew up into the skies

And her faith in angels and fairies was restored

 

Mia

Life isn’t a game

Mia

What a shame

Friday, 25 September 1998

Fear of Happiness

I’m so scared

Can’t love

Can’t give you my hand

Can’t hug, can’t feel

All this was snatched away at birth

Lack of communication

Cant express my emotions

It’s too hard to touch

Can’t cross the bridge

Can’t let go

Can’t go free

You scare me

Your perfection

Your life full of love

Full of affection

Stay away

Cos I’m standing on my own

That’s all I know

Can’t complete myself

Cos I’m already full

Full of pain and

Fear of happiness.

Wednesday, 23 September 1998

Disabled in Love

Can’t stop the pain

That nausiating feeling in the deep of my stomach

My insides are screaming

My head is spinning

Your coldness hit me

Like walking into a peine of glass

Can’t stop the hurting

The rolling’s not working

The suffocating feeling in my throat

Making it harder and harder for me to breathe

Silver dots are filling my eyes

I’m nearly blinded

Losing control

Imersing myself in a never ending tunnel

A whirlwind of despair

Hitting the ground with a thud

The pain echoing through my body

 

Disability

That’s what I am

Disabled

Disabled in love…

Monday, 17 August 1998

Le Bois

D’Etre avec toi

C’est comme de me promene dans un bois,

Comme le dit si bien ton nom ;

Autours de toi

Je sens la fraicheure,

L’odeure des arbres,

Le silence tant apprecie, sans remords,

Le chant plaisant des oiseaux

Qui deviennent une melodie parodique

Trainant dans ma memoire ;

Je ressens l’inquietude,

L’intrigue de la foret

Mais aussi le comfort et la paix ;

Je me sens a l’aise avec toi,

Comme dans un reve

Ou l’on se reveille,

Avec le sourire encore plaque sur notre visage…

Je te sens dans ma peau

Dans mes veines

Et surtout dans mon cœur ;

Tu me donnes envie d’aimer

Et d’etre aime,

De ne plus etre seule,

De changer, de renaitre ;

Tu grandis en moi comme un arbre

Venant du plus profond de moi-meme,

Lentement oscillant et en toutes directions,

Avec la quete de l’inconnue dans l’ame,

Qui commence a se reflete en moi,

Me ramenant sur le chemin de la purete.