In the wake of Peace
25 June 2017
Moonlight crept
On years’ integral
I plotted
Unknown math
The resolution reverse
Falling of a hat
Surrendered
Lightbeams surround frame
In dungeons
History
The location mystery
Lodged in sunken Time
Dragons flare
From the heaving chest
Orange zest
A glow fit
To fight in battle no wit
In the wake of Peace
Reading of the poem:
Sojourn (eight string religion) – David Darling
Slow Dawn – David Darling
Prayer and Word – David Darling
Within and without
5 May 2017
The dark shout
From wells of the doubt
End to flout
Thrash about
In beginnings star-fed stout
Within and without
Reading of the poem:
Sins of a Solar Empire – Toma
Terraforming – Toma
This is the End of everything – Toma
One Day Superman – Toma
Two – Toma
In Perfect harmony – Toma
End of my Journey
5 May 2017
Brotherhood
Once raised to do good
Cloaked in hood
Wed the wood
Branded fellows cattle food
Goal misunderstood
The resolve
Of star bred absolve
Problems solve
Winds revolve
Magnitudes where they devolve
Humans to evolve
Destiny
Oracles that see
History
Law of Three
Wade in waters to the knee
End of my Journey
Reading of the poem:
Brotherhood – John Dreamer
Becoming a Legend – John Dreamer
True Strength – John Dreamer
Rise Extended – John Dreamer
It’s Time – John Dreamer
End of my Journey – John Dreamer
Lady of the Lake
1 January 2017
The fool yawns
Brethren’s darkened spawns
History
In making
From the skull and bones aching
The truth often dawns
In Legends
Beginning upends
Within dreams
Muffled screams
Of the red roses stutters
Restless mind mutters
Burnt on stake
Lady of the Lake
Red in blue
Infused hue
Holy blood the long-lost clue
In Time will renew
Reading of the poem:
Lady of the Lake – Audiomachine
Legacy – Audiomachine
The Legend begins – Audiomachine
J’ai mémoire d’une chanson fredonnée en histoire
(poème écrit sous forme de sonnet Shakespearien en vers Alexandrin, traduit en anglais ci-dessous ou ici)
10 décembre 2016
Au-delà de ces mots résonne pâle l’intention
De mesure démesure en vase clos d’atrophie
Taille à vif dans ces maux de douleur l’attention
En deçà de l’usure veine assure embolie
Reste-t-il dans ces prés des chevaux à nourrir ?
Les barrières ruminant tas de foin à cracher
Vouent au ciel les cyprès pris au fait à pourrir
Vois ces arbres nonchalants de hauteur s’arracher
Abrités dans sapin oiseaux tardent à mourir
Justes cieux balayant horizons intrépides
Senteurs froides d’un matin lèvres gercées s’ouvrir
Un chemin déblayant des non-dits insipides
J’ai mémoire d’une chanson fredonnée en histoire
D’émérite de pardon filant droit en déboire
Lecture du poème:
I remember a song hummed low in history
(Poem originally written in Shakespearian sonnet in Alexandrin, translated into English. See original above or here)
10 December 2016
Way beyond these words pale intention resonates
Out of measure in a closed cup of atrophy
Cutting sharp in these woes attention to the pain
Well below the wearing vein ensures embolism
Are there in these meadows any horses to feed?
Barriers ruminate a stack of hay to spit
Vow to skies cypresses found guilty of rotting
See these nonchalant trees from the heights tear away
Sheltered in the fir tree birds keep delaying Death
Righteous skies sweeping intrepid horizons
Cold scents of a morning the chapped lips opening
For clearing a pathway of the tasteless unsaid
I remember a song hummed low in history
Emeritus pardon spinning straight in trouble
Reading of the poem:
Ostanus – 312
Frozen chants curdling
24 July 2016
Sinking ships
Into oblivion
They seep slow
Like white ink
Inverted Chinese painting
Drawing my heart’s lines
The winter
Crawled up in my spring
In Ending
Beginning
Unreachable changeling
Historical rhymes
Church bell chimes
My viscosity
Seeping through
Praying knees
The hands sunken thunderbolts
In altars’ steep wells
Woodcutter
My proud branches fells
I am tree
High in skies
The clouds whisper to me sighs
Of forgotten times
Withered leaves
Count pages’ rustle
As the ground
Gathers bunch
Avid jaws of Time now crunch
Remnants of my bark
They will me
Frozen chants curdling
Upon lips
Lost in pleas
The chest heaving with the wheeze
Renewed consumption
Reading of the poem:
You are my Winter – Dillon
The Unknown – Dillon
Texture of my Blood – Dillon
Astor Piazzolla – Introducción al Angel
Ecstatic togetherness
25 September 2015
.
I woke up from dreams
Found your arm around my frame
In peaceful slumber
.
Throbbing at your neck
Nestled in nook of shoulder
Your face glowed in dark
.
.
Disengaging me
I turned for another dream
History to make
.
.
Your hand on my waist
Tightening and drawing me
Closer shapes to you
.
Gone with the dream state
Only you and I enthralled
Ecstatic togetherness
.
The bread of Mercy
11 September 2015
When you had grown old
Tired and worn out by life
Kissed dreamtime over
I watched over you
As you swam in oblivion
With memories wept
I handed you sight
That damned me to see untold
For clocks would not wind
You sank with the weight
Of history unfolded
To death of morrows
I cried for lost nights
For this place was a shelter
To our broken dreams
With last strength of age
You reached out to a light stream
Woven across Time
Thumbelina spread
Across infinity’s maze
The bread of Mercy
