One flip coming up

Liberty


On my notebooks from school
On my desk and the trees

On the sand on the snow

I write your name



On every page read

On all the white sheets

Stone blood paper or ash

I write your name



On the golden images

On the soldier’s weapons

On the crowns of kings

I write your name



On the jungle the desert

The nests and the bushes

On the echo of childhood

I write your name



On the wonder of nights

On the white bread of days

On the seasons engaged

I write your name



On all my blue rags

On the pond mildewed sun

On the lake living moon

I write your name



On the fields the horizon

The wings of the birds

On the windmill of shadows

I write your name





On the foam of the clouds

On the sweat of the storm

On dark insipid rain

I write your name



On the glittering forms

On the bells of colour

On physical truth

I write your name



On the wakened paths

On the opened ways

On the scattered places

I write your name



On the lamp that gives light

On the lamp that is drowned

On my house reunited

I write your name



On the bisected fruit

Of my mirror and room

On my bed’s empty shell

I write your name



On my dog greedy tender

On his listening ears

On his awkward paws

I write your name



On the sill of my door

On familiar things

On the fire’s sacred stream

I write your name



On all flesh that’s in tune

On the brows of my friends

On each hand that extends

I write your name



On the glass of surprises

On lips that attend

High over the silence

I write your name



On my ravaged refuges

On my fallen lighthouses

On the walls of my boredom

I write your name



On passionless absence

On naked solitude

On the marches of death

I write your name



On health that’s regained

On danger that’s past

On hope without memories

I write your name



By the power of the word

I regain my life

I was born to know you

And to name you



LIBERTY

Ring Of Peace


I have passed the doors of coldness
The doors of my bitterness

To come and kiss your lips



City reduced to a room

Where the absurd tide of evil

leaves a reassuring foam



Ring of peace I have only you

You teach me again what it is

To be human when I renounce



Knowing whether I have fellow creatures

Ecstasy


I am in front of this feminine land
Like a child in front of the fire

Smiling vaguely with tears in my eyes

In front of this land where all moves in me

Where mirrors mist where mirrors clear

Reflecting two nude bodies season on season



I’ve so many reasons to lose myself

On this road-less earth under horizon-less skies

Good reasons I ignored yesterday

And I’ll never ever forget

Good keys of gazes keys their own daughters

in front of this land where nature is mine



In front of the fire the first fire

Good mistress reason

Identified star

On earth under sky in and out of my heart

Second bud first green leaf

That the sea covers with sails

And the sun finally coming to us



I am in front of this feminine land

Like a branch in the fire.

Our Life


We’ll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
We know in pairs we will know all about us

We’ll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Mirror is not talking to me....


He wants this flip wayyyyy too badly...


I hear you Mirror!


I want to see




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Uninterrupted Poetry


From the sea to the source
From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I’ll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I’ll end truly by finding myself

We’ll take possession of earth

Im talking to you hun. I answered you and said a flip was coming up

Absence


I speak to you over cities
I speak to you over plains



My mouth is against your ear



The two sides of the walls face

my voice which acknowledges you.



I speak to you of eternity.



O cities memories of cities

cities draped with our desires

cities early and late

cities strong cities intimate

stripped of all their makers

their thinkers their phantoms



Landscape ruled by emerald

live living ever-living

the wheat of the sky on our earth

nourishes my voice I dream and cry

I laugh and dream between the flames

between the clusters of sunlight



And over my body your body extends

the layer of its clear mirror.

Easy


Easy and beautiful under
your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest



I spoke the fever



The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it



It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love


Between all my torments between death and self
Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men
That I cannot accept there is my anger



There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil



The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles



And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known



You who were my flesh’s sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You’ll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You’ll dream of freedom and I’ll continue you

The Beloved


She is standing on my eyelids
And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.



Her eyes are always open

And will not let me sleep.

Her dreams in broad daylight

Make the suns evaporate

Make me laugh, cry and laugh,

Speak with nothing to say.

For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment



She has every willingness.

After years of wisdom
During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about something else?

After having vied with returned favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?