Beauty

Frivolity in the Midst of Danger

Come on, take my hand.

There’s a stunning carnival

Right in front of us.

 

It lights up the night

Like a group of fireflies.

 

Don’t you see that we have

A chance to rule the night?

 

So what are you waiting for?

 

There’s lots to do.

So much to see.

Our hearts will guide us.

No point in holding back now.

 

We only live once.

We can’t waste this time away.

The night is so young,

But baby, so are we at heart.

 

The park is stunning.

It’s everything that

I dreamed of.

Why did I delay before?

 

Now that I’m grown up,

There’s no chains to hold me down.

 

Come on, take my hand.

The rest of our lives await!

 

Why are you so scared?

Is the rotating wheel barrel blocking our path?

Did the power outage cause your heart to beat so loud?

 

Intensive moments build up character and bravery.

Your fears are below you now.

 

The storm may have

Crashed the party,

 

But that’s not how I see it.

Being so close to danger

 

Puts what we’ve learned to the test.

So let’s stand our ground.

And not wait until tomorrow.

 

The park is stunning.

It’s everything that

I dreamed of.

Why did I delay before?

 

Now that I’m grown up,

There’s no chains to hold me down.

 

Come on, take my hand.

The rest of our lives await!

Soul

Une cape, une fraise en dentelle

Pâle comme l'aurore, rosée de grâce

Une robe blanche et un regard de glace

Et sur son coeur, un paisible gel.

 

Un diadème de sang, des yeux de brume

Des cheveux d'Albatre, un joyau au nombril

Vos mots meurent le long de ces cils

Surplombant ses paupières comme de fragiles plumes.

 

Elle observe, calme et sereine

Surplombant les colonnes comme une reine,

Une nymphe rose pâle du mausolée

 

Scellée, à l'apogée de la beauté

Dans un grand lit, sarcophage de verre

Ou repose en paix la reine polaire.

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Sky

Une jeune tête brune, rêveuse

Monte son regard tendre vers les cieux

Elle observe la lune gibbeuse 

Et des étoiles briller le feu 

 

Il apperçoit au loin Neptune 

Paleur bleutée au milieu des diamants

Bijoux vacillants de leur mère la lune 

Eclairant faiblement les fossés et les champs

 

Ou repose le roi de la nuit 

D'où dorénavent il ne saurait descendre 

Balayées par le vent s'en vont ses cendres.

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The Birth and Flight of a Phoenix

The storm has settled after a long summer.

The skies are clear, but the damage has been done.

I am charred, left abandoned in the ashes.

The humiliation during the wildfire led to my death.

The world I knew and loved disowned me.

 

But a baby bird had risen out of the ashes.

Despite its weak body, the newborn helped me onto my feet.

It led me away to start anew in a foreign world.

After all that had happened that led to this fire,

I know now that my old name is nothing but a memory

Left to be scorned by bloodthirsty eels.

 

Be free, young phoenix. Fly away and keep your voice close.

They'll be coming for you when they discover you're still alive.

It is better to let them think that you are dead

than attempt to kill yourself putting up a fruitless fight.

 

They can deceive the world all they like, but karma has its ways.

They will always be overshadowed by a much more unified flock.

But for now, I walk alone with no one but the baby bird perched on my shoulder.

I see a bit of my old life in it, but it possesses the need to change;

A quality that the world I left behind is too blind to see.

 

Be free, young phoenix. Fly away and keep your voice close.

They'll be coming for you when they discover you're still alive.

It is better to let them think that you are dead

than attempt to kill yourself putting up a fruitless fight.

 

By the time the bloodthirsty eels see me again, it will already be too late.

Their lack of intelligence is what I have to thank for getting me to where

I am needed most the whole time I have slaved away.

Too bad that they'll never know that I am not the poor unfortunate soul that I used to be.

 

The winter has arrived and the joys of Christmas Day have given the baby bird strength

To regain the fire that I have long-admired since I was no less than eight years of age.

The new year is around the corner and it is more than ready to spread its wings and fly

Like it did four years ago. It amazes me to see how kids grow up so fast.

 

Be free, young phoenix. Fly away and keep your voice close.

They'll be coming for you when they discover you're still alive.

It is better to let them think that you are dead

than attempt to kill yourself putting up a fruitless fight.

 

It is no longer our battle anyway for our destiny lies far away from this mom-and-pop.

Garden At Summer

Plump and oozing, the rosebuds wet
Doused in full shot, with doubled red
To rouse gaiety and flare of lamps
Cupped in single flower-folds and wrapped
Close to the heart, carrying beloved babes
By sovereign arms giving all embrace;
When guarded under family love and conclave,
Against the long-sheltering stone of a grave.
The scattered meadow, like a sun-filtered dam
Tidy placid area, where exchanged winds ran
Odour and resurrection of fair clef;
Row burgeoning in panoply conferring,
Dead silence bidden by the whirlwind
That almost dropped a spirit up the trees.

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Fairy Fountain

Around, around there forms a woman body
Curved on the sides, all rising as you stand:
A virgin stature fresh from water-drops;
Her tears ever preserved in the pure clouds.
When young, before, your heart would doubtfully,
Shake in confusion, afraid deflowering it was.
But the child went into her last,
Growth length, and gone into heights,
Where herself of herself could not deny
Anymore, for life is unchangeable; it's what it is:
It keeps a song, you sing along and worship
That God which created thee from dust.
And still, prayers still invoke intoning on
What holy, to remain all, in elevation.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by a Samsung ringtone.

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The Odyssey

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Love

Every tear I cried helped you sail farther away

Every breath I sighed filled your wings to fly

You mastered the wind and waves to leave me

You cried as the storms only pushed you along

 

And then You, that magnetizing, gravitating whirlpool

Leading men down to watery graves

Pulling the breath from many men's lips

And crushing them in your depths

 

It was difficult for me to lose you

I heard your siren's call

But I stuffed my ears and tied myself up

I knew you had nothing but death

 

Lastly to you, I won't say that there isn't beauty in your suffering

Only that those of us who can see it are pretty messed up

Trying desperately to find a silver lining in a thundercloud

A refreshing sea-breeze in a hurricane

 

Like the aurora borealis

Or the spritely fox-fire

You're a natural mystery

Filled with hidden meanings

 

My muses

My fates

My inspirations

I gave you all my everything

And you each of you left me wanting

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Spotlight

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My Everything

You stood in the doorway 

The frame smiled

At the taste of your skin

Your hair

Longer

My eyes

Not hiding

My jealousy 

Of the white soaked wood

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Even when you think I'm not looking, I am. Your forever in the spotlight.

Cover Girl

Cover Girl


(Verse 1)


You're too big 

You're too small

You're too short

You're too tall

These are just some of the things we're made to feel

All the makeup

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