.insomnia is an eight-letter word..a victory in war.fightingsuccessfullywithmyself...the weapon.myowntreacherousthought...paradox.iamstillalive...stop licking the wound.hearthebloodtrickle...reminder.mustnotturnback...reassurance.notafraidoffear...stupidity.theepitaphofhumanity...recall the search.forthelostPleiad...demise.Sappho'ssunlightfadingfast...in love with.theephemeralofthings...fragmented memory.atimeelegyrevisited...my love.incrimsonresidueresides...in absentia.achingforyourtouch...suicide.keepfallingfastdammit...an Orphic death.notemplef
YeuxDans ses yeuxCaraïbesMaritimesAux refletsD'arbre bleuCoule flammeMaladivePercée d'unBourgeon bleuLe sang pleureDans ses yeuxYin et yangSe disputentSa pupille
ExhaustionExhaustionI wake, swollen with noon heat.Half dressed, I stumble,elbows and toes catchingon the clawed feet of chairs,the blunt holes of open cupboards.I sometimes forget my name. In the kitchen, I pepper the riceinstead of salt. Black flecks surfacein the boiling water,sea turtles migrating.If I knew where you went, I would follow. But all you left behindwas an old sweater, an empty notebook,an exhaustion,complete and infiniteas the space around a closed fist.
CONTRE TERRE - TO THE GROUND -Haiku-(english translation below)Contre TerreRosée du matinMa face contre la TerreJe suis une Larme.Naoko, 1123.Frantz, 2007................................................................To the GroundMorning dewMy face to the groundI am a Tear.Naoko, 1123.Frantz, 2007
AMoment of AcheUnder my skin,I want the stench of you.Pheromones groan,the ache of you.The bounty of your reproach,that envokesa fire of I n' you.The universe waitsfor the You and I verse.....of you.
jigsaw personality - (split) - a tanka - [also]- poem 1 - poem 2 -puzzled perfectionobserved in a cracked mirrorfractured psyche thereappeared kaleidoscopicsorted psycho delicatellp - feb2012 - dA
Questions over breakfastit is possible you were never hereit is possible you wereit is possibleit is
solar perplexusagain, it rises, that stupid sun,trying to brighten my nurtured overcast.no matter how i try -roll over in bed, bury my head.it still shines all optimistic.go away. leave me alone.can't you see i need to suffer...?suffer!llp - dA - nov2012
thus farcannot help but wonderhow far to the futurewill these echos live within my head until i'm dead?and, what of thereaftersans the lure of laughterwill your music of the soul endure can we be sure?questions of the cosmicsung within a lyricthoughts and soundspring-like reboundif tracked downby your magic houndwill anything of substance foundgive us a clue empiric?five years have seen these queries dwellherewith, your storied presence still...llp - mar2012 - dAoriginal dec2007 - LOHD
.from embers II.ascending rapidly.descending violentlyi live your myths.andi destroy your fallaciesa name is.notwhat it soundsand i am.thef o e (of your darkest) n y x© naikki.deviantart.com - 2013
missing my seasonal markersno monarchs or canadian geesepass as harbingers through flander's fields;still, two seeds did persephone eatand so to her husband she must yield.i saw my breath on this morning's air(just for a second, only a wisp);a reminder it's time to preparefor nights gone cold and mornings frost-crisp.
inceptionthe human mind instinctively seeks to find patterns and meaning in the vast torrent of information taken in by our senses during every waking moment. this is one of the reasons we have survived as a race (so far), as well as the source of experiences that some consider 'mystical'. not to say that all mystical experiences are just a by-product of our neurology, or that those that are should be deemed any less amazing or personally meaningful. when that still small voice speaks, listen; when epiphany dawns, awaken; when inspiration strikes, create...Old shoe in a boxDreams of asphalt and freedomLooking for sole mate
White Sunday 321: Librahow curious that you are meant to bethe balance to my passionwhen so often it is the other wayas the aging lion gives counsel and then, against his nature,stands back and waits for you to seehe is not an illusion or a fool,but possessed of gravity enoughfor all the stars to circle, even when he bows his headand swears incessant fealtyas you weigh his suitagainst all the prettier baublesthe world has to offer.William F. DeVault. all rights reserved
This PathThank you for this path I am onThe universe is too real to be trueMy shame is in not understanding
Nuit nordiqueLa nuit est faite d'auroreset de miettes de pain
La nuit est faite d'auroreset de miettes de pain
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