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I know there are no answers in Saint Germain des Prés
Or in Copacabana, nor on the top of Everest,
That’s why we’re listening to Albert Camus,
That we eat frog legs,
There is no response from teachers or mechanics
Or The stewards,
That’s why we walk to calm down,
There are no answers in love,
That’s why we wear masks everywhere,
We know that there are no answers at Jean Jacques Goldmann,
That’s why we kiss in the night,
We are crossing California on foot,
I know, darling, that our love is the only answer we have to breathe,
To avoid the bites of the rattlesnakes,
We know there are no answers in supermarkets,
Neither in Nietzsche, nor in the doctors,
That’s why we read Rimbaud and Baudelaire,
Whether we play the piano Debussy, or Fauré,
To make the world still bearable tomorrow.
PS a write without pretension, I hold no truth, I do not have any answer either
Leo.Delibes of Germain du Val
a 'loner' it seems sans a pal
Composing though his thing
lilting tunes to which to bring
FLOWER FOR HER HAIR
You lose your heart in Saint Germain
and fall in love too soon again
too quick and furious to know
where love comes from, where it may go
and then you walk together by the Seine.
Your differences are time gone by,
too many years, she knew they'd fly.
While you, unborn, could never know
Her need was what she couldn't show,
Until her lonliness had caught your eye.
You buy a flower for her hair
with tender hands you put it there
and brush her cheek with finger tips
it brings the smile onto her lips
you reach her for a while; you take the dare.
The springlike day goes much too fast
you love so much it can not last
the tiny shop. The hidden street
the cafe where you stop to eat
too soon become reminders of her past.
And Saint Germain has nothing new
to help you leave, as you must do;
all of her love, her memory
you’ll think about, as it should be,
Just as she'll always cry for you.
© ron wilson aka vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
FLOWER FOR HER HAIR
You lose your heart in Saint Germain
and fall in love in Paris rain
too quick and furious to know
where love comes from, where it may go
and then you walk together by the Seine.
You buy a flower for her hair
with tender hands you put it there
and brush her cheek with finger tips
it brings the smile onto her lips
you'd touch her for a while if you would dare.
The springlike day goes much too fast
you love so much it can not last
the tiny shop the tiny street
the cafe where you stop to eat
too soon become reminders of the past.
And Saint Germain has this for you;
to help you leave, as you must do;
all of her love, her memory
you’ll think about, as it should be,
but never to reclaim this love so true.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa
Twin flames I see in the shades of mystic colors.
One, which holds the world on the brink of falling,
One, which shall burn until infinity and beyond,
Many swirls, which confirm life beyond this existence,
Each ring as the rings of the trees, resembling lives,
Mystic designs show the passing of history slowly.
Creeping closer the rings of the future very bold,
What truths and lies are buried within this piece?
What destination will this piece aspire to travel.
I see the hope of the human race within its fields.
I see the faith we shall all have one day collected.
I as well see the love that is bonded in Twin flames.
This was inspired by a painting by Melody Germain
my escape art studio _2 jpg
Me a pack-rat?
Is you crazee?
I gots me a path to walk,
From one room to annudder
So who is you to talk?
I gotz at me fingatips
Alls dat Eyes could kneed
Like 1972 newspapers
Which I ain't gotz yet ta read
I think somewhere in dare,
I'z gotz an x-wife or 2,
I suspectz from da smell,
Dat day ain't talkin' to mee orz youu,
Ann dat germain doog I'dz onss had
He 2 could be in dare,
Every onse in da while
I no-tis doggee hair
I'll cleanz it upp ladda
not now I iz too tyred
my housekeepin' I assure u
Iz someting to be admired...