Long Intoxicate Poems

Renee Vivien Translations


Song
by Renée Vivien
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

When the moon weeps,
illuminating flowers on the graves of the faithful,
my memories creep
back to you, wrapped in flightless wings.

It's getting late; soon we will sleep
(your eyes...

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In the narrow margin between life and death,
I feel as I'm walking a tightrope - but balancing.
I'm a portrayal of metaphors, 
illuminating like spring's moon,
who sunk like winter sunset,
but arose like summer sunrise -
my last...

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Most of us are familiar with
The escapism from pain.

For an easy and cheap solution
Or because of advices of the
Doctors, psychologs;
Most of us get a cheap piece of matter
Triggering the oscillation of dopamine,
Making most of us...

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- and, anyway, who breaks wind over double-M, a. k. a. Manson,

Marilyn?

I'll give a ride on my razor any day to

The-Second-Prime-of-Nine-to-the-Sixth,

who was around long before CD's, DVD's, MTV, and YOU / MYtube,

spitting out the healing...

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We are travellers on this terrestial plane
where acorns are consumed in tinder season 
oaks fell by angry hurricane 
robust iroko mowed by lumbers greedy saw 
haughty araba viciously murdered for standing 
on progress impatient path
omo...

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In the backdrop where the sun had regally retreated, like a knight of the dusk,
The pipe of time smokes memories onto the face of the sky, lamenting in a sigh.
The clouds, scholars of the azure,...

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My sweet child
My daughter
Be on guard
Be on guard of the man
Who plays on your heartstrings…
Not with flirtatious smile
Nor with flexed muscles
Not with devouring eyes
Nor with intellectual prowess
Or clothes so fine

No, these you can resist
You can...

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Honestly I’m tired. 
One minute I’m up, the next I’m down. 
I don’t know what real happiness is anymore. 
I smile but it’s fake. 
I laugh but the tears come next. 
What’s the point? Honestly…what’s...

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 INSPIRED BY “SCENTED LEAVES” CONTEST SPONSPORED BY KIM RODRIGUES


Aromatic avenues with the scent of your perfume
Lingering on each leaf you grace with your presence
Those delicate feet treading the petalled pathways of his heart
Enticing a...

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Every drop won't be enough 
to bribe a heart that feels so much.
With every well dried to the bone
I forget your face and can't find home.
You warm my blood you'd be my crutch
Just take her...

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“Peace is found amidst seclusion. When zealous zephyrs emanate lilac light for lovers, longing for a poetic paradise” ~ Poet 

 Close your eyes, lend your ears~
to the Universe…
In silence you will hear
the turquoise seas
call...

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I desperately want to fall apart
Yet something keeps me going
And the role of a martyring heart
Is not something I wanted knowing.

To me you opened up infinity of topics,
The bowl of pleasure you filled up.
I didn't...

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Submersion Connections

The water heaved and sighed with the gathering force of self while
	the tug positioned to push, pull, hold.

The mammoth engineering marvel,
	rose like the Phoenix with the grace of Shamu,
		antenna first
			then bridge
				finally the deck
The round...

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In the multitude of counsellors there is life,
             Running away implies stabbing yourself with your knife.

       ...

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“Float to me” 


Changing directions
in a forestalled motion,
balanced on the side of truth while practicing losing my step
in the rushing waters of life…
I slip

Clinging to a lone branch
I find it blocking the sky, pulling shadows...

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Long ago.. in my youthful days
You took me, and showed me how
I never got over that first daze
What you did to me, and even now

You relentlessly chase me down
My infatuations.. still, I can't hide
A fierce...

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Part 1 - Denial set the tone for my transgressions . It all began on this day , the day she decided to help with what I’ve come to know as temporary heartbreak . She...

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Don't, if you can't!
Writing is not for poor minds that seek popularity,
You must kill your mind seventy times seventy time if you really want to write and write and rewrite and write for people to...

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Across the white of table bread and yellow plated cheese
Upon the black fictitious grapes, it wheezes its disease
It crawls, its scrawny legs cluttering the revulsion's sight
Look at this nocturnal insect parading pride in pallid light

And...

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Oh of Isis love lament
Raging against Ra’s morning light
Where could the time have went
Racing through the desert night

And by the gods of Karnak
We bow to let their power in
And make a solemn promise
To return time...

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(The rehab of a supervisor)

My eyes!  Saturated
with industrial crap, eventually
to intoxicate what’s left of one’s
bewildered brain.
My sight!  Shackled to the
delusion of corporate inconsistencies,
when leading one’s head through each
enigmatic juncture.
My ears!  Burn with...

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Just a few months ago
I never really knew you
And when we spoke to each other
Our words were very few

You were just another friend
In the “share your feeling” room
And seeing you there everyday
Our friendship began to...

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i'm afraid we might be making
funerals of our our life's moon
asking the night's darkness to become our medium of sight
ask me— who sees this emptiness that the eyes speak of
ask the saints of hell who...

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man and power
men in power 
nowadays equals
men and abuse 
they abuse the authority
they acquired by 
our vote 
some times I blame 
our votes 
it has brought a lot 
griefs 
it has cost us to cry...

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The gift of love is what makes our world
spin on its axis; the most paramount of treasures
The greatest gift to the human race

Give love freely; give it to yourself, and to life!
What a spectacular thing...

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