Beneath 2So still, untroubled,the water reflects the trees,its cool depths hidden.On the river bed, it waits,the predator. It will strike.
WildernessA moment, unownedit seems. In Siberia,maybe. Winter sunetched pale on a glass plate,mysterious yet empty.
FloweringSuppose a blossomcould unfold without matter,beyond dimensions,might that impossible flowerrealise the soul's old dream?
BelittledThe geographyof doubt engulfs the figure,so very tiny,his shadow more prominentthan he is. Can he survive?
The WayEnds and beginningscycle perpetually.Yang dances with Yin.
EnduranceHis destinationseems never to come closer.What waits for him there?
On The PodiumThe art of conductivityas the maestro explained,is that the man with the batonserves as a lightning rod,earthing intuitions from god.
MissingExiled too long ago,his adopted town sometimesseems too alien.Even after all the yearsthe streets can still betray him.
SagacityDid he love wisdom?His love was unrequited.In his heart he knew.none could cultivate the voidfrom which alone all else grew.
EnticementThe path invites you,where will it lead? You follow,before long you know.
Explorer 2Ghosts cast no shadows.Shadow borrows its substancefrom solidity.Still the Dreamer must explorethe realm of shadows, all night.
GrievingThe night can blossom,shadows become dark flowers,soft petalled velvet.Flowers seen by sleepless eyes,when hearts feel only turmoil.
SolipsistSpirit torments flesh.The sharp goad of emptiness,of solitude, stings.Touch, soothing or harsh,might redeem isolation.
Wonderland Conundrums1How did white rosesgrow in so malevolenta place? No time left,even if scarlet paint couldsave us. We've reached our last day.2A vanishing catleaves its grin behind! Can you seeit, lodged in your mind?I can spot oxymoronseasily. No grin fools me.
ScrapNeglect, detritus.Stranded objects make appealfor reconnection.But what whole could ever beof which such remnants are part?
RevelationWhat can the child knowof an adult's despair?Will the image remainto darken his dreams, waking himas he lies cocooned in night?
Wasted YouthHe was a lost man, trapped in a webof expectation spun by family and priests.His youthful energy sapped, he marinated in his misery.His heavy shirt of denial clung to himWhat if others might see the ailing mantrapped within this garment of fear?He believed their eyes looked right through him,that they could see the shadow of his shameful secrecy.
Journey's EndTattered banners flap and rattleat the mastheads, tugged by unceasingrivers of air. The sodden hulkcan only wallow, helpless beforethe fierce teeth at the cliff footas breakers shove the crafttowards destruction.All the ship's canvas consumed,stitched into shrouds for too manyburials at sea.The ship of fools meetsat last with destiny.
The Price of Winning with the Wrong Full HouseWalking alone in this desert,sucking on the bones of my past.The marrow of mistakes stuckto my gums and the diamondback knowsmy guns are empty.We both hear the cactus laughing.I pretend not to.Somewhere, a coyote licks it's teeth.Am I dead? Will I be dead soon?The thoughts interweavelike Native stitching.What will be there where I go?Is there sex in heaven?I can't smile from the heat.I think of hell.I fear it isworse than this desert.I see no water, butI do see my father.He sits on a rockand refuses to look at me.He plucks ugly atthe three strings left on abattered guitar.I walk past him in silence.The sun...blinding white.My soul so blackthat I can see the bonesthrough the skin of my bad hand.My good hand wasshot clean through days ago.I'm not sure if I stoppedthe bleeding.I fear to check.How many days is it, now?My thoughts are mudand they...my only moisture.I wasn't given a canteen.I see dust in the distance. Human dust.The Buzzard and Crowwil
LES AMANTS I - THE LOVERS I(english version below)Sur son cou gracieuxJ'ai déposé un baiserHumide de LuneFrantz, mars 2012.....................................On her graceful neckI carefully laid down aMisty moon laced kissFrantz, march 2012.
Of Universal HearthsDoes the universe have a hearth?I sit down, take in some wine and starsand shiver. Can there be a hearthwithout a fire? I can see manyuniversal fires burning from hereand I am so cold. A fireless hearthif I were to draw it would glowtranslucent ice blue, like the bluetinges you find in flames.I take in some more wine andwait for an answer. Please answer.
The shadows are fallen
As theyThe shadows are fallenAs they come crashing uponThis dim lit roomNo place to hideIn this blacken wombUnsung memories of the pastCome creeping backWaving on a flag poleHanging limp half mastFlying with broken wingsIn this nightmare dreamWhere everything is notAs it seamsMy only hope is youI need a life lineCome quick pull me inFor am going underDaemons clawing on my skinAhead I see a doorPlease let me inVoices are cryingInside my mindTick-tock soundsIn total re-wind.
Au-delaAu-delà du monde civilisé ? Sérénité...Beyond our civilized society ? Serenity...
Falling For YouI'm falling for you likeRocks thrown into the ocean;Hard and fastReaching bottom with a 'splash'.
StuckI will sit here waiting patientlyUntil you finally realizeThat I am not going anywhere.
EphemeralThe moment blossoms.As rapidly it will fade,its petals decayed.The moment always returnswith the ever turning wheel.