La joie de se trouver, la peine de se perdre
je te vois en pleine nuit, c'est la fin d'été
j'ai le coeur qui bat, je ne peux plus le taire
c'est à toi où j'envoie tous mes baisers
c'est à toi où j'envoie tous mes baisers

L'océan si profonde, tant de choses cachées
tous les secrets dorment, tranquilles au fond de ces eaux
Mais ton coeur me retire vers toi, ma liberté
je vole où je n'ai jamais été
je vole où je n'ai jamais été

Le plaisir cache la misère, la perte de la lumière
Les vagues nous pousseront, faut se laisser aller
Le soleil, les contes de fées, la lune et le monde va tourner

En dessous de la confusion, des sentiments si forts
ça monte, ça retraite puis ça revient encore
je vois des illusions, mais le son est si beau
je vole dans un ciel nouveau
je vole dans un ciel nouveau

(translation assistance provided by Matthew Haislip)

Pallé, though the thought is pale
A velvet, ginger, gyro-ale,
A beckoning banter, hum and chant
A lax suspender, nonchalant.

Pristine ivory black to compare
When coloured tones do fill the air
Stained glass, wood and friends could
where television would, knowledge stood.

Pinstriped Ivy, sweat the night-
mirrored and lively - set on sight
The nightmares come less often now,
without regard for why or how

And love will twist its purple glow
and haze will rest when breeze won't blow
So carry along to the other side
Stop this academicide.

Solitude will fill along
Fortitude will write this song
Only clever children lie
Only good people die.

A shame, in vain, or perhaps, no
I twist about in the undertow
pushing towards the great unknown
A mirror glass, a marble stone.

*

Find the drops as they expand
from falling upon pools of soft
anticipation
reaching towards stones
smoothing, grasping, caressing
an oceanic undulation
and a glistening bead
only abstracts can articulate themselves
in the scene of haunting charm
and welcoming eyes
to tame sadness to leap
through the hoop of fire at the crack of a whip
trapped in prisms of time
with rainbow gossamer visions-
forward and back
translucent iridescence
deliquescing to the moment
and flowing away with the tide
upon the pools of my soft
anticipation.

*

Vibration of winds
shaken boughs which spread crisp
and whitened dust of icy intent-
flames in hearth which yield
to a place within my ribs
to reciprocate - and vibrate,
looking forward to the unknown
we are shown the vision-
but cannot see when we do not know
what we are looking for-
a pull, tug, or refrained motion
but which speaks the truth
of the vibration of winds
winds that lift and guide
like the steamed, valley breath
as it wisps through the pines
like an angelic chorus of whispering cherubs-
these are the direction of that
which you should follow
and you have only to listen.

*

And so mellifluous moments come
spilling, one to the other
yawning of new dreams

dreams of uneasiness
yet surety persists

The zenith is visible
upon the prone horizon
with the beacon glaring

exposing within, unfolding without
and love is inching ever closer
closer to my next ascent

akin to future calling
in the trees and hills in a
nearby seaside town

which speaks of history and charm
and far enough away from
stories gone...

*

I'll bring ya' 'round
Bring the sultry tone spirit down
Into our sacred, wakeful space
In which we pulse and heartbeat gyrate together
Posing and musing - infinite thoughts
To take wakefulness and keep it alive
just one more day
The counter-cultural sensibilities
Will shake you from your lumber slumber
Middle-class hyperventilating
Choking on the malls, on the march of products
Filling the galaxy with manufactured nothings
So proud, America, to grace us with your wealth -
Spirits, fanatics, run and hide
Under the glorious underbelly of progress
Darwinian religions, heirarchies of people
Lines arbitrarily drawn in the nowhere,
Artifical divides like cottage cheese,
Curdling our blood, dividing our beings
Into total, utter, ignorance -
And - BLAM! The TV's on
And now I can see the world
under bright, white, hot lights
Illuminating perfections that I will never know
new religions - new faith.

*

Whisper glow
stars in eyes that gaze, know
the tower watch can see beyond,
the eyes from here they do abscond,
resisting and questioning
the midnight toss of confusions
which brew like rich coffee
in my cranial tumult-
the constancy of things that insist
to persist-
and the memory asking what you make of it
to breathe and be alive
among trees and depths
too long and far to mention-
is to find a semblance of peace-
that which seems constant, still,
yet crystal ice still forms
and falters - like gardens of shards-
as the heavenly bodies
raise and lower their embrace
over pristine clarity.

*

Clay, cooked in the kiln
pressurized for ceramic sheen
for archaeological significance
"Behold, I hold the ability to hold,"
says the maker of the vase
of the vase
it is the vessel of defining
space
and not space
with shaping fingers
he lathed the mud
until it resembled the curves
of a gourd or table lamp-
he fashioned a single hole at the top
an exit, you see
or, the way in-

*

Blue, like Morphos wings
we shape and shiver
into endless forms and charms
The sweet sounds and gestures
of fantasy and overwhelm
rolling about.

Infinite.

I burn for you with the fire of your heart.

I, nestled below a tree
cradled by your majesty
Sacred hours
Lifetimes everlasting
and the mind of sky

Vast
vast and blue,
me and you,

Blue, like Morphos wings.

*

Categorical sunrises - visions of never -
Kicking stones on the sidewalk
I ask myself about the entity
Entity of the world - running the show
And magic, magic, everywhere
Decorating our spirits - geometric fantastic
Dance, dancing, then one day, hidden
Scorned from the public awareness
Magic, chased away, into the quiet corners
And backstreets of secret emanations,
Spurned by the rationalists, they who are bewitched by reason
Check the vines, they fill all the spaces,
Insidious, can't be checked or held back-
The entelechy, the conatus, the nous,
Bursting infinitely into the finite
Like an incredibly slow explosion
Gifts - apparitions, and florid flowers flourishing.
Bring your esoteric dreams to the fore-
And fear not what disdain might surround you,
Take your fan and spread it wide
Be yourself across this great, great divide.

*