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Marcel Tourdot Poem
Purple Twilight
And as the day begins to fade I slip into this night's confusion.
The renegades of memory become my souls single intrusion.
Now taken back to times of you.
I find my memories mind entombed.
The tribal music fills these dreams.
While all the voiceless poets scream.
My love is false and filled with lust,
and still no part of you I trust.
The setting now reveals a place I know I've seen and fled before
The darkness spills upon the page as lies rise up and block the door.
My world is lost within a wicked and a violent rising storm.
But all the while, The sun, your smile; maybe tomorrow I'll
be reborn.
The heart of me, its troubled beats, is haunted by your sight.
Much like a vagrant crying out for shelter from the night.
My body shivers and the sweat now builds upon my brow.
Its trickle filled with rain that follows, my body's cold and numb.
A voice I know that's not my own begs now for shelter from the sun.
The fading day and falling rain brings purple twilights sight.
The night now finds the time to rise the day now slowly dies.
And all the girls that held my heart they laugh now while I cry.
But still I see the rising tide and know the ties that bind.
Behind my eyes your visions smile forever now will rise.
Again the chances and their costs have laughed while paradise is lost.
But Babe I'd walk through heaven sweet and crawl through all of hell,
and forever carry your twisted cross.
Or pay the pipers growing fee
All on account of you and me.
Copyright © Marcel Tourdot | Year Posted 2010
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Marcel Tourdot Poem
Cinderella
A light like yours can lead me home.
A body warm inside my arms.
A fantasy so much alive made of flesh and bone.
A voice of warmth a scent of light.
The taste of sunshine and the sound of your sight.
Might be enough to save my mind.
If only once again I can find.
Cinderella dressed in white.
Standing next to me tonight
Copyright © Marcel Tourdot | Year Posted 2010
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Marcel Tourdot Poem
If I Lied
On nights that life seemed merciless and cruelty stood beside.
The spirits flowing in my heart escaped through blurry eyes.
A peaceful sea has raged to life with madness on her mind.
I do not know if I can stand the storm that threatens now to rise.
Just like a child awakened to the flashing of the night,
so suddenly she finds.
A soul that’s caught between two worlds the one of dark, the one of light.
A choice is made and resonates like thunder breaking in the sky.
How could you ever look at me if I confessed it’s all a lie?
In disbelief at life’s surprise. Denial does now twist the truth
and finds a way to separate the honest words from lies.
An act of preservation and a mechanism to try and cope.
An insufficient bandage over deeply wounded shattered hopes.
And with the fast approaching dawn lies looming loss a dying song.
The mounting darkness clouded grey and rising in the skies.
It asks of both now you and I.
This simple rhyming phrase,
Would you forgive me If I told you that it’s all a wicked lied?
Copyright © Marcel Tourdot | Year Posted 2010
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