The one who passed
of her rosy steps
under the wisteria .
From his Gospel
hanging fiber bookmarks ,
injury to the little finger .
The trodden gravel
cleared his throat water lily
a few drops of nectar .
Did she enjoy
to open your taste buds
out of our hives ?
Will she be hatched ,
this sadness ,
against the nostalgia of our thoughts ?
What is it about ?
does life have a meaning ?
can logic flourish ?
Somehow
we were invited
to break the bars of our cages .
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Tears soul violin waiting for knowledge . Alarm against the one who lies this bit of seed . In arms poured into this century stupid diktat . Tears looking at the camera the tree is shaking . Alarm point revenge just the distance . In arms fundamentally cold deposited on the threshold . Tears due to lack of heat a jelly on the ground . Alarm without that behind the hill mount the officiants . In arms pass the mine train that the bikes follow . Tears in front of the mausoleum bloom the outdated years . Alarm without light or music flap the banners . In arms the chuckled epilogue turns into a mystery . Tears of a birth without wrinkles turns the Ferris Wheel. Alarm return to the land of the dead green herbs in open hand . In arms the eye slices the umbilicus with a virginal gaze. Tears already fat lowering of the eyelids . Alarm sooty flaming grasses death silver bubbles . In arms the dream of a funeral without moonlight . Tears scattered rubble under our leaden steps . Alarm early entry with logo cap . In arms girded with a wide belt go down the slope . Tears in the sun paradise the words collide . Alarm sans repentance in the hollow of the white lands . In arms at the edge of the hole shovel this windfall . 276
Jacassery of words in impertinence
to the ripe fruit of mutation
the modern parenthesis closes
then opens the step named.
From isthmuses to lagoons to the hollow sea
the kidneys of the dreamlike
sapience of a rationality
fallen into disuse .
Of God speaking by avoidance
brutalize what requires
senses and passions reflecting the chatter
to praise sensible reason .
Straw for the villains
without writing without speech
exemplary in perspective
the mule crosses the ford.
The imaginary and the sacred
take detours
in perversion the impulses swarm
capillarize the social body.
Follow the downward path
in the sacramental sporting events
at the enchanted zeniths
transcended materialism.
Organize the facts of reliance
in the odyssey of empathy
sans quantification
these forms better .
Ritualized by volunteering
in generosity
collective emotions
trigger liturgical paces .
Piano music with enchanting woodpeckers
the visible big of the invisible
recalls by digression
the deep sound of discernment .
Harmonious Growth of Monasteries
the great paradoxical silence
to the sound of protruding roots
renew the waters of youth.
At odds these two companies
the redundant official
and the unofficial pass-wall
out of step with unexpected intuitions.
To purge oneself of illusory words
sit down to find your words
the verb to carry
palliate the trivialized incantation.
words and things
relevance
the truth
fertilizing matrix
of the manifested paradigm
shaking
of poetry and mysticism mixed
the whole being .
The Mute of the Mystery
discovered
communion of silences
spread wings
in the compatible azure
this aspiration to be happy
in tender wandering
just the moment of our life .
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Early prairie asphodel
at the pace of a white horse
I dawdle and sign the wind
ancestors the breath .
Spring snow at the semaphore supply
the eponymous slide arises
to Caravaggio of afflictions
the momentum of silence .
Finely chiselled by the hunters horn
the grass bends
in the corridor of shiny rocks
the Spirit takes a dance step .
By the stream the white tent
through days and nights
pass the memory bird
hailing empty-voiced bear .
My hand on your bare shoulder
solar fleece late son
you handled the dague terminale
on the egg to be fertilized .
For in fullness
cut off from your back
reborn alone
le regard intact .
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Dry mint lozenge Rebellious chord and rhythm hitch on stage belching specter . Bad business sleeve effect exquisite corpse posed on the words membranes . What the bodies brew to the tremolos of races in the forest acquired - points acquired it's getting late - we must return . The quiet wandering of a kind quest moves under the starry sky in foraging considerations . At the outdoor market sell hats and shoes under the pitfalls over the vernacular welcome . The chickens are plucked stripped rabbits with drums and trumpets fear and death visiting . Apples , daffodils and honey in circle - motionless spring shower - folded knife before cutting the ham . Thin slices of life essence much more than existence wise listening with friends in front of the fire . 272
massive attack
scraps of words
in birth of the day
arrows of truth .
bumping along the way
sand and dust
the cart hiccups
the mayonnaise takes .
What do I care about the keys
the future has no end
that this appetizer
shortened hope .
Well-timed spillway
the stream frowns thickly
in the walled ravine
in the flexible gap of a stream of May .
get back to life
take pride in the fact on purpose
ignore the office trap
to be the unknown elect .
A bag for that
the stitches letting through
foam and elixir
so much love .
Bareback on the back of the thug
kiss mickey tail
down the grassy slope
until the torrent of expectations .
Seal the letter and the spirit
ebony one night call
open the talented belly
... fine snow .
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This coming night
to live in flesh and in thought
to knock down the walls
to be understood .
Refocusing is at the crossroads of great conquests .
Appearance is putrefaction announced ,
lifting of the infernal gate ,
artifact from ancient disasters .
Attention
the unpronounceable name
is this moving tomb with multiple entrances
upsetting scruffy man .
consciousness of existence
welcomes the approach of reality .
Let's give to love
how to make love .
Let's be transparent .
Let's empty our accepted tears
Let's stay in love .
humanity ,
the gods and their rites reminding us .
Have a keen eye
focused on a living world .
Let's get out of the abyss .
Let's create by shouting
new stars .
Our bloody wounds
we will lead to language ,
where to live sanity on the high seas
and deny all beliefs .
Before the intelligence of the desire to live
let's be the rooster of the pre-drawn horizons
than a lifetime
represented , fixed and unstable faith ,
healing our inner landscapes .
It is given to me to be .
At the modillions of the bedside the bestiary is offered to us
fresh and rustic in its floral arrangements ,
a single gesture ,
... finally listen ....
Have you thought about being free ?
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The cries of siblings hugging each other
in warm circles
on the summer fringes
skinny hands pomade the dough
field flowers
dappled clouds
ripping their raincoats
for a unique listening
and jump on the saddle
mineral churches
that the mirror auscultates
strange twist
on time
of the burning words
slow dust rolling down the sunbeam
the smell fills the room
there is no politeness
than living forms and bleeding wounds
sounds and lights in unison
the trinket eye delivering the cohort of language
gripping strap
enclosing the irrefutable mystery
unseen wandering
tracing black on black
at the crossroads of conquests
the sign of the sharing to come
on the canvas bag
held at arm's length
as a viaticum .
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Sylvain .
Andean flute at the exit of the garages
little man upright on his supports
the cheeky face
and yet unfailingly optimistic
it swings and it comes back
this wart on the nose
part in space
from his harnesses the air pipes
show the caravanserai trail
where the camels of obscure evidence stop .
They were sweeping outside their doors
the pointed arrows of derision
irresistible love
of your sensitive knees
O my sweet-eyed tamarisk love .
In conversation with laziness
we were naked
gasping for the great disaster
carnage to the marrow
over the chasms
in agony
filled ditches
by the acridness of the ebbing sewers.
Then time against the light did the rest .
The denied body took us away
on tip-toes
dead father and son
the birds folded their wings
more quickly followed one another
the form and meaning given to life
hands and lips pressed against the glass
whispering the multiplication table
on the mist of cold hearts .
My child
the doors and windows are closed
the abyss contains the germ
boxes without brake and without chorus
shattered with a chisel
my bloody fingers
grabbing the gutter
this tabernacle of woody waters
exposed to the flight of starlings
taken away dropped off
bloody beauty
powerful strides ending on one hop
under the Grenelle bridge
picking up a few balls of coal in the big black shopping bag .
O son
wire by wire
pillars of salt
that disturbs the lost word
between the visible and the invisible
a padlocked dry step
the pneumatic passage of your wheelchair .
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( Drawing by Sylvain GERARD )
I see, I hear, I smell, I touch, my throat is dry, it's warm . The day is wet with dew, the light is white, fresh leaves of trees in spring are hungry for beauty . And I change, every second I change . I evolve, I ride loud and clear the breath of the universe, and the world changes in me . I drink the resonant transparency, and I send . My mission is to convey what is at random from the building spark . Patience, patience, my bones are cracking the attics are empty, the word opens the orifice of the throat, I spread the sails of the princely coulter, and complete the given . My body . And it's lucky to have a body . The body of the ocean with air bubbles rendered, and it's a chance to be in tension to the estuaries of eternal dawn . It is through personal practice, contrary to the squatting in the shadows , what to meet the cold of the morning, open the cry of life far from the love-nothingness that was ours . my dearest being, this world inside me, taller than me, the other me . I'm yours . 268