Friday 31 December 2010

2010


so there i was/am
is what you make it
to can't rebreak it
laid out before is
after is in it
walk the path
do the math
the present is
always moving it
isn't stoppable
is it is probable
no doubt it isn't
it's isn't is in it
change your
mind your
continuity
synchronicity
existing
be is it in it
beginnings present
new endings
that don't

ever



Nam Myoho Renge Kyo

listen

Thursday 30 December 2010

you blow me away (in bondgirl haiku series)


after the moments
that i spend beside your side
i smell you for miles
fever overcomes
my bloodstream as my heart pumps
and all my dreams jump
kiss me here and there
kiss me always in that place
while i touch your face
spying nice prizes
melting away in my hands
smiles subtle smiles








Monday 27 December 2010

The sun rising...(from a long gone mentor)

BUSY old fool, unruly Sun
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us ?
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run ?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late school-boys and sour prentices
Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices ;
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Thy beams so reverend, and strong
Why shouldst thou think ?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long.
If her eyes have not blinded thine,
Look, and to-morrow late tell me,
Whether both th'Indias of spice and mine
Be where thou left'st them, or lie here with me.
Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,
And thou shlt hear, "All here in one bed lay."

She's all states, and princes I ;
Nothing else is ;
Princes do but play us ; compared to this,
All honour's mimic, all wealth and alchemy.
Thou, sun, art half as happy as we,
In that world's contracted thus ;
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that's done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere ;
This bed thy center is, these walls thy sphere.



John Donne

Sunday 26 December 2010

give yourself some hands











deadlicate (in haiku series)

snowflakes hovering
outside my double window
spinning in mid air
hitting glass they melt
like liquid helicopters
with frozen pilots
wind takes them over
replacing them wherever
into each other
shrink myself out there
getting closer to the flakes
gliding with soft snow
snows structure cuts air
while air forms their blades of ice
slicing through the sky
the arms of snowflakes
on microscopic levels
can be dangerous

Saturday 25 December 2010

I'm on the shelf...


where were you
when i needed you
save yourself
from the ground
killer her smile
before i walk away
ground yourself
from the days
And you
you turn around
and you stare right at me
but you don't see me
because i'm on the shelf

Wednesday 22 December 2010

Dig

200 (sonnet 09) and «200th official post»


How young and dumb we are all of the time.
I grew up exactly the same way as them
in different shapes and abnormal contexts
spilling into streets and crossing like sheep.
There is only so many ways to rhyme
in times to write down what is on your mind
online pages folded digitally
fucking with sonnet structure and haiku.
I just do what I do because, I am.
I always will be no matter at all,
just a light shining in the galaxy,
sharing light with all of the other ones.
It makes so much sense when you realise
the lives that you touch materialize.

Monday 20 December 2010

un ordinary (sonnet 08)


They all sing and they all dance and they laugh.
They all eat and they all drink and they bathe.
They all sleep and they all dream and they pray
all their dreams and all their sleep are away.
We all see and we all hear and we wake.
We all fear and we all love and we bake.
We all creep and we all sheep and we wolf.
We all drown and we all breathe, cry and weep.
You all stare and you all wear and you wore.
You all stress and you all grind, hustle more.
You all wage and you all war forever.
You all clever living more together.
I said before, feed the trees all their light
shining on us all throughout the cold night.


Wednesday 15 December 2010

no end in it...(in haiku series)


draw your mind inside
fishing all your ideas
filming all your dreams

walk like you mean it
show all your fist and shake it
be just like a man


there's no end in it...

Tuesday 14 December 2010

Mon Coeur...(Words en français from a Swann)

Mon coeur flambé, mon coeur tiraillé, mordu, mon coeur grimpé, escarpé, mon coeur adoré, mon coeur saigné, mon coeur traversé, transpersé, visé, mon coeur torturé, mon coeur aimé, embrassé, mon coeur miroir, mon coeur reflet, mon coeur caramel, mon coeur chocolat, mon coeur de meil, mon coeur dévoré, vidé, funeste, transit, estropié, mon coeur vivant, mon coeur d'espoir, mon coeur amoureux.

Sunday 12 December 2010

Sing it Sam...

Lord I'm poor pilgrim of sorrow,

down on this world, I'm all alone.

I have no hope for tomorrow

and I have no place that I can go.

Sometimes, sometimes, I'm so lonely.

Sometimes I don't know what to do.

I look around to friends for consolation

and I find that they have troubles too.

And I got sisters and brothers, they don't like me

because I'm away from sin.

And I got good friends, my best friends,

they turn against me,

because I'm tryin so hard to win...

Oh Lord! Oh Lord!

Come on Jesus, Oh Lord!

Sometimes! I'm gone, tossed and long and driven!

'til I decided that I was wrong.

That's when I heard of a city called Glory.

And I try to make that city my home.

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Wednesday 8 December 2010

safe with us (sonnet 07)


You stand beside your cooler better self
realising there is no hope for you.
Sad piano plays in all the background
all around you while you can't help but drown.
An arm reaches in the water so deep
it goes on forever into the light.
You can't help but grab onto its skyness.
Solid airness pushing the oxygen
down into where you breathe in the water.
As you reach the surface it's a mirror.
As you get closer it's your reflection.
Skys open up. Water spews out such sighs.
One can always be there for one's such self
for ones whole selfless, suchless, grand reprise.

shake.......it



this remix is just sick



Sunday 5 December 2010

bond girl insomnia (in haiku series)

there was no sleep there
just nice electricity
on then off again
they eat each others
eyes some lips all tongues and skin
there's only bodies
touching their shocking
fingertips long translations
cause sleep was not there
cold knocks at windows
closed by hot heatwaves pushing
on the walls and doors

innocence

Thursday 2 December 2010

the shoguns decapitator (in haiku series)


when you are not scared
and they are all scared of you
you will live vengeance

swing your swords
break your beats in the solid
midnight to high noon

genius has its way
the tracks are so very old
bring out attitude

sea shells remain so
displayed on all the beaches
resting in the sand