Axion, gone actual?
Energy low? Mass?
Sing within us all, moon full!
Shine in colored casse...
Opopanax, gears a-grim?
Young people these days!
Teeter on the crater's rim?
Success always pays.
Tamarisk tree, waking up.
Dreams from this one fly!
Covenant of drinking cup?
Do not deign to die...
Squirrel in deepest burrow?
Not this day, O my friend!
Fields with salt a-furrow!
Broken past the bend!
Winter snow, thy undertow.
Cold, take hold. O spring;
Which way leads to warp? Which woe?
Serpents, how you sting...
Gold on floor of old ravine?
Better leave it there?
Yellow eyes in skull, thy scene...
Press but don't despair.
Hope, tragedy. Rail or risk?
Horror, right this way!
Hell and Heaven, in a whisk!
Hatchet, who to slay?
Angels, demons, sacred art?
Cherries taste a-tart.
O explosions, tear apart!
Arrow, seek the heart!
End Times, tunnels, breath. Wind chimes.
Doubt, do not fail now.
Doom and Death dance on the dimes!
Best not to ask how...
Categories:
casse, absence, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
My wolf kisses me like I am something he can fix.
As if he could drown me in watered-down love, force a baptism upon me
But he cannot simply rinse out my evil in his morning gargle
It festers in my bones, a burning rot in the absence of religious certainty
How can he think I need his Majesty's water, when I am the queen who fills his cup.
Have you ever truly seen me through anything but the warping water I give you to drink?
I must float below the surface of what he believes I can be.
Maybe if I sought the rocky bottom, I could kick off and breach the surface.
But in order to sink I must let go of his light heart.
And I can't do that.
Categories:
casse, angst,
Form: I do not know?
Cul du sac
Blood tears
Leaking
slowly
the empty face
emotions raped
red raindrops
fancy lollipops
empty glass
filling with sanguine color
drip
drip
drip
We are smiles
en chante
tous
les petits moulins rouges
tombe
casse
drink well from my veins
sleep in my tears
robbed of heart
faceless
fate has fermented
barrels of laughter
in the silent chamber
of broken dreams
Notes: Translations
Cul du sac = dead end
en chante = cheers
tous = all
Les petits moulins rouges = the little red windmills
tombe = to fall
casse = broken
Many have attempted bilingual art, music, song, film, and very few have had success, and yet for me, doing so is a bridge that joins the best of all cultures and heritages whichever they may be, so seeking less success, and more bridges to travel I carry on.
Categories:
casse, art, dark, death, gothic,
Form: Free verse
You have a twinkle in your eye
I confess as you pass me by
I gaze over at your thighs
Thinking would she ever, ever
Call me maybe
I see you dance with passions glow
You have that way, and such a sway
I dream of nights I held you close
I wish more than anything dear
Call me maybe, maybe
Maybe I can love
From torments past
Maybe I can express moments to last
I think of all the wasted doubts
Maybe one day I shall call
Call to arms, the lover’s battle
I just called, to maybe say
That my careless whispers may hold sway
We are callous day to day
Dreams we forget, they slip away
Call me, maybe
Categories:
casse, confusion, cute love, heart,
Form: Light Verse
Étoile,
Mon coeur ardent,
Ne meurent pas,
Pas maintenant...
Je suis vivant!
Je suis entier!
Ne casse pas...
Ma seule lumière.
Mon amour;
Qui a...
Pour la première fois,
Déchiré,
En pièces froides.
Categories:
casse, love
Form: Free verse