My childhood books with fairies and butterflies

I've been fighting for years now
With the mystery of a land
Lost in oblivion
Each echo as a thunder
Inside my castle of dreams
Breaking the line between
Life and death
Real and unreal

She used to read me fairy tales
At night I went to sleep
So we could both loose ourselves
In a land with butterfly angels
The whispering sound of happiness
Over all the rainbows
Ever painted

Seized with fear, yet
I rejoice like children
I leaf through an old book
Where muses and fairies
Have a butterfly soul
I seek, I measure, I forsake
Fall and rise
From immortality....

Khnum

I used to talk too much
About death
That it no longer gives me creeps
A black butterfly
With scabbed palms
Coming down over the corpse
Like a summer rain
Now it's deep down myself
Biting every inch
Of my cold soul
A submersion suicide
In a sea with
Ice jellyfish

Open gates towars me

Searching forms of existence, in the lead city
With all those bullet traces deep in me
You broke the fragile house of sand
There remained an empty soul
Crashed by your guilty conscience
I crawled my dreams in a bag
Expecting life to answer
Somewhere, in the daylight
A transparency
I felt it breathing
On the necks and foreheads
Of all people
So sure I've been there before
Then....returned maybe
A secret oasis calling me
I recognized
The candle
The bouquet
My.....blood
The open gates towards me
Are now open

Dance poem

I think poetry should
Gather all sensible people
To reach their souls
And open the gates
Towards the essence
Of the word
A daily food
Which consists of
Barefoot verses
That glide on our lips
Like a drop of dew
Summer mornings
With crystalline sky
Insects in the grass
Sprightly smiling
Delicate flowers shaking
Enjoying the dance poem

Not a poet

I have decided not to write poetry anymore
Just thoughts about
My passage through the world
As a wandering between
Heaven and hell
Being and nothingness


I am not a poet
But I know that
Poetry is born
Out of a labour
And the heart beats
In dark red

I am not a poet
But words
Always keep me away
From the gates of everlasting fire

Beyond the grave

Bloody rainbows
Upon a sky with dying angels
Unheeded , their wings crippled
Begging for one last second
Of life
You breath the cold mists
From the city strewn with tombstones
Who will  pick
The last tears
Before a slow execution?
Light was then neutral
Rancid and enfeebled
Nothing left but
Sadness
Beyond the grave

Virile thoughts

All men want freedom
To dream with their eyes wide open
During midday
So they can reach the sun
With just one nail
And take the whole universe
In their palms


Well, all men need respect
Even if
They find it funny
To show any emotion
Public or private


Oh, who said they wouldn't like
To love or to be loved
To admit they're defeated
By the eyes of their beloved women
Looking at them as to gods

Velvet pleasures

I love watching your breasts
And compare them with mountains
Nipples are peaks
That tremble in the wind
A valley between them
Light dancing a waltz
In an elegant lounge

Your temple of Venus
An open gate
Revealing an universe
So sweet
And yet so common


You lie down in bed
In the eyes of the sunset
Probably looking for the key
To your velvet pleasures
Out of habit I command you
''Strip'' and ''let's get down to action''


Oh damn!
Men are so gentle
Before getting an erection.....

Crucifiction of the flesh

The electrifying touch
Between two bodies
In search for perfection
Hungry fingers piercing
The depth of a stormy sky
A fire mountain
Extincted by an ocean of light
Do not send me away
From the dream where the devil
Is possessing me night and day
Pleasure is crucifiction of the flesh
In purple spasms
Then....a sharp silence
Like a butterfly
That lost his wings

Veil

You have all gone to other worlds
Where rocks are able to become trees
And stones a field with flowers
Sighs have no echo
To be heard
On the other side
Through the veil of tears
Mother's arms
Carrying a newborn
In my grandparents yard
A chestnut-haired child
Playing with the rainbow
Father kissing a soldier
Ready for the war
''Your heart 's still beating''
They shouted
And left me
In a sharp deep silence

Forbidden colors

You chant the poetry in a flesh paradise
A dream with seven lives, seven angels
So violent and still so peaceful
Out of the riot
Releasing energy all around
Bodies moving in darkness
Fear is wearing a mask
Fragile palms push away the air
You breathe from an oxygen tube
An insect spreading wings , turning and returning
To the initial state
Of a cocoon
Sweet torture to reach a smile
In the garden, trees open wide their eyes
To watch the stray painters
Playing  with forbidden colors
Ballerinas on the stage of life
Dancing a Butoh

Anxiety

The black sky
Painted with white wings
Of an angel no longer
Belonging to heaven
 
The gray rain
Colores  the city
Beyond the forest
Trees like towers
Spread their roots
Up to the ground
 
People
Barely touch
The side-walk
For fear they might kill
A soul kept in rain-drops
 
An army of umbrellas
Speak with fear
About a heart
That stopped
Beating

....et ego

Ruthless time, stop your flow for a second
Hide me somewhere in the strip of fog
Bring out just a shadow
Intact, infinite, irrelevant to others
Rip the hours with your merciless claws

Between darkness and fear
Small steps
An abyss
Those thorns around your heart
Are breathing illusions

Confession on the crucifix

I finally went to sleep
Having my left ear stuck
To the brother earth
Where memories of my ancestors
Lie buried deep down
 
I covered myself with the creek
A rock was my pillow
The wind, like a mother
Took me in his arms
Whispering stories
 
When they took me down
From the heavy crucifix
I used to bear
My soul has gone to the springs
Washed the face, the hands
Then, I was fed
With the ribs
Of another Eve

Dance of the universe

The misty white light
Piercing my window
Could have been a divine sign
Or just an ordinary second
Of happiness
I've been told
That I'll never be able
To recognize it
Dressed like that
 
The calm sea
Used to bathe the gulls
In living foam
The blue-eyed warm wind
Carrying away
Tears of lost lovers
 
I'm still so small
For a heaven so great
Just a frail child
Learning the first steps
In the dance
Of the universe

Inner

I walk through the corners of my imagination
Feel I am able to touch
The mirror of a clear sky
With my fingers
To squeeze the clouds with the words unspoken
About love, understanding and friendship
To raise the black veil of sadness
Which overtook the mind
Each grain of emotion
Becomes then poetry
From wind petals
I collect the metaphors
Joyful children start playing
With happiness
A celestial peace inside me
When time puts its tired wings
On my shoulders

In the grass a nightingale sings

 I woke up and the
Traces of snow have already been melted
By the warm rays of a childish sun
Who gained supremacy
In the fight with winter's cold
The arms of all  trees
Creating a bridge
Almost touching the sky
Seemed to abandon his children
In a colorless lake
The road to you gets shorter
When the nightingale in the grass
Sings so beautifully
A song about resurrection

The woman with the silver veil

The woman with the silver veil
Hides the world's mystery in her eyes
Keeps in her gentle palms
Fragments from the creation of humanity
A necklace of precious stones
Surrounding her neck
As a wax statue
Melted in a sandy paradise
When dancing to the music of the spheres
Moving her hands
Like the cranes in a hallucinating flight
She seems to be a rose
Covered in chains
In her world, a world of silence
There's so much peace
And so much inner light

Pathological love

We breathe the same wind
That used to swing the leaves
On my street with solitary angels
Words touching your lips are
Fire flames that goes up the sky
First, passing through me
Then, from your gentle palms
To the meteorites
A pathological love
Able to shake the world
And the gravity
The desire to touch you
Makes me start a war
With the universe

Hey, this is me!

Le ciel tragique

Marcher dans la ville des lumières
Anges portant des croix brouillards
Sur leurs épaules
Moulin Rouge s'endormit
Tandis que le ciel commence à neiger
d'amandes effilées
Seulement vous, vous êtes éveillée
Vous rêvez d'une tour Eiffel
Fait de cœurs désolés
Et Dieu lui-même
Prendre un bain
Dans la Seine
Plus tard, une jeune fille suicidaire
Avec son dernier souffle
peut chuchoter
Adieu Paris, bonjour tristesse

M....

Mom, spring whispers to me
That every tear you shed
There in heaven
Will soon become a love song
And each prayer of mine
You hear
Mom, pick a flower
From the garden of angels
Send it to me
While gentle sleep steals my soul
Among the living
You know mom,
No matter how many doors they''ll open
No one can enter
The upper heart
Where I keep my childhood

Confluences( Poetry is...)

Poetry is not only
A common cry
Of all the words
In search for lightful oases
But also a path
Facing sun
Its pulse keeps on breaking
The photography of pain

Woman of my blood

Sometimes, she steals a second
From that old clock on the wall
Covers her smile in time's petals
Becomes so tiny
I could carry her in my pocket
The woman of my blood
Grows in me
Like a bare feet child

Her disheveled hair
Waiting for the wind

Welcome, you traveler

On the way home
First, a stop at the hospital
Somewhere in the mountains
Mornings with cold and cutting air
So quiet, too much silence
You wonder whether the horizon
Swallowed your last heartbeat
Whether
Your last shout to the world
Was crushed by the dull pain
In the placenta
At the end you will remember
A long sleep, a strange dream
The angel of life spreading his wings
Saying
'' Welcome, you traveler!''

Hags are born and die in the countryside

Hags are born and die in the countryside
Living a dull existence
Old ladies in the city are called
Hmm, aunties....
Greet them in a hurry
Hello!
The ones in the countryside
Must ask you silly questions
About your health, business, family life
As if they haven't seen you in a century
Tell them you're O.K
But....no idea of what ok means
Coca- Cola, p.c or jeans
They''ll keep on bubbling
About animals, the weather, ancient history
Well, you''ll have to listen
To pretend you're interested
Maybe tomorrow
You''ll participate
At their.....funeral

I study stupidity

I study stupidity
Intelligence is no longer of interest
It is bounded
Finite
Obsolete
As my grandma's skirt
I study stupidity
Feel its stretch
At every street corner
Like an alcohol breath
That violates my nostrils
Or some dirty hands
Beating me on the shoulders
I study stupidity
Its desperate cry
Could knock down
Even the mountains
Soon it will attack
Each cell
Of us....

Painted thoughts

I paint my thoughts on canvases
They are made of..fog
Hidden shadows in the depth of a grave
A warm rain of words surrounding me
In a corner of my soul,loneliness reborn
I died too early
And I returned too late
So I could truly be
A part of you

Wanderings

Under tamed rays
Paths whisper to clouds
A fairytale with butterflies
God, hidden in every stone
Touch the rainbow
Feeds it through his palms
Shares each illusion
To each mortal soul
Only loneliness
Calls my name
This everlasting spring

Post modern, post apocalyptic, post-orgasmic or post....something( to critics)

Man, no one's writing real poetry nowadays
Let's be honest
Just dung words
That smell like children
Critics have nothing left to say
They don't even have an appreciated work
But they're good in giving advice
And opinion
'' That metaphor has not enough force
You epithet is so....plastic( ?!)
You need to use more shocking images
With a blue goat
On a fluorescent plain maybe
There's not enough blood in your poetry
Write about fingers defeated
By sand
WTF?!
No characters appear
Any chick out there, something
Or some buttocks
Filthiness
So much hypocrisy out there
Well, I must leave you
Save another drawer
For your '' beautiful'' writings!

Bellum omnium contra destino

I love all people, but I love myself more
Said the philosopher
Dragging his soul in a wheelchair
All I need is a rope
To tie all pain with it
Then, with anger, throw it to the world
I am HELL, muttered with a last breath
The others will touch
A bit of paradise
With a lazy finger
In search for the sun

Piano harmonies

I am missing you
All those nights
When the moon dream about
Being a queen
Wrapped in royal silk
Like the box of jelly
In the sweetshop
Sun smiles on other continents
People with glass sights

Wake up, still floating in the universe
Blood diluted with piano harmonies
Travel to the heart

Intensive

Love- intensive course
In the seminar notebook
We used to sketch
Old memories
Hungrily inhaled bits of soul
Inspired
The smoke of cigarettes with dreams
Exhaling palpitations
Under a furry of bullets
We learnt to embrace
Near the church where God
Found us crying

Weather forecast

He loved you so much
That hands of all the trees
Caressed your face
When looking at the sun
This autumn will rain heavily
Announced the weather forecast
It will rain broken hearts
Trampled by your indifference

Memories are haunted places

Childhood trauma
A big black book of God
On the pavement
Bleeding
Like all the saints
In the garden of Eden
A gardener is ready for the execution
Beheading
I've been invited too
By the red queen
And her army
It's a game of life and surviving
Or a dream with infectious insects
On your tongue
She must confess now
Her new religion
Kneel down and pray
To nature
Memories are haunted places
By all those ghosts
By childhood wounds

Virgins and mirrors

They hide in caves
Mild maidens, almost childish
Along with wolves
With inexhaustible lust
Always attracted in a trap
By a spirit
Of any dead seeking death
Through a suicide
They broke all mirrors
Self-destruction images
Found release in solitude
Like a soul
Finding shelter
In a hallucinatory fight
Now they live a continuous peace
Sleeping beauties
Ina sleeping forest
Found light
After so many walkings
In shadows

Thanatomorphosis

A life desertion
Through dusty pupils
Penetrates deep the memory
By cutting a new uncertainity
In the calendar
Demonic force
Some women sold
Their souls to the devil
Sticking to my temples
In each cell
Death is dancing
Grotesque waltz
With the core
Same chorus
Seeps in the ears
Like a black mass
A tattoo on the forehead
My end
The end of the world
Virgins

Butoh

Who told you love really exists
Wanted to protect you from
THE PAINFUL TRUTH
That everything is just a
DEPENDENCE
As an alcooholic to a bottle of wine
Or an infant to his mother breast
Love is a heart
That wasn't told by a philosopher
Quite the contrary, a five year old boy
Once answered my question
But well..., now he's a mature man
And no longer remembers the past
Perhaps he wasn't able to see
The electric fence surrounding it

Arhitecture

I build a state of indifference
Out of every abandoned doll's heart
Touching the ceiling with the last blink
A lazy eye
Waiting to fall asleep
Summer shed the wind
through my open door
Those fields with poppies
Stretching their warmth
Even beyond the horizon
I'm breathing the grey stars
When the moon gives me
Ashes from a former love
'' Paint in watercolor all the white butterflies''
She said before our last goodbye
''Then, they shall dance in our dreams
With their fluffy wings
Of life''

Message( Happiness as a submersion)

This is my last message to you
Anyway, you delete each line I'm writing
With the power of a flame
In your drained innocent palms
See, before collapsing
I only managed to paint
A river with troubled water
The bride was waiting....in the depth
Then, I realized
You're just a false reflection of love
In my old mirror
With frames made of thorns

Painflowers

I get closer to myself
When picking painflowers
Still, I'm just a spoiled child
Naughty
Absent when they taught us happiness
An old church on the hill
And the bells crying
Sidewalks with sleepy pedestrians
I just woke up
Crushed by heavy petals
Clutching the thorns
Message(

First miracle

Rain has left my arms
Like an orphaned child
In search of his parents
A bird raised over the sky foam
Swinging seeds of tears
Light's not smiling anymore
Revealing the past
No words
But a beating heart
With a magical voice
Will purify hell
Is this the first miracle
Or an ordinary revelation
With your kiss

Crucified?

Drought

Lost in the cemetery
Time turns back
memories of you
Graves on my back
Coffins in me
A pale crucifix
You call faith
I''ll wake you up
With your hand writing
My will
A rock will fall in hell
Never a cold tear
In the eyes of a puppet
Will touch heaven
Never!

The fragile body

Sweet distress
White absence
In death's town
Everyone fears eternity
You pull up from the being
As easily as you prepare
A pitfall for the new dead
The ones in the other word
Know now the truth
'' Come and take the gifts''
The gospel's singing
Life's story's ending with
Once upon a time
There was a man
Defeated by history
Near the old dry tree
He passed away
That man who always believed
In the second coming
At his funeral
Jesus, he wasn't there

As mother once told us

My children, we all die one day
Young or old
Rich or poor
Like that little goldfish in the tank
Or the flowers in the garden
We are not cats
Having nine lives
Die one and start another
As we fell from the roof
My children, let's not forget
We are humans
And faith is a priority
Friendship
Love
Affection
Like drinking a cup
Of hot milk
And taking a nap in the afternoon
My children, I may not be there
To hold your hands
Or sing for you a lullaby
But you''ll hear my voice in the wind
And feel my angel's arms wide open.....
The

Poetry matters

Your thoughts of today
Poetry for tomorrow
Everything you've once felt
In your tiny heart
The blood in your veins
Happiness or pain
They can all transcend
Your existence
Poetry matters
As an eternal statue
Of un-forgetfulness

Poetry crying

Let me introduce myself
They used to call me....poetry
Used to be a virgin
In the arms of knights
The educated ones respected me
Invited me for a dance
Offered me flowers
And a gentle kiss
Today I feel abused
Thrown away
Like a raped tramp
In a cheap motel room
Everyone expects me
To lift up my skirt
Remove my clothes
Pose nude in adult magazines
I'm not an open gate anymore
But my lips are sealed
Forever with silence

I've learnt that in kindergarden

I've learnt that people do not change
They become more and more
What they already are
Futile faith and fate
Transformation never really happens
I've learnt everything
I'm aware of
In my infance
By my kindergarden teacher
Taking a nap in the afternoon
Helps you survive the living
I've learnt from my childhood games
They used to be....fragile
Hide and seek or hop-scotch
Prepared us for
Social isolation
I've learnt that humanity
Is unable to understand
The weak ones
They justify the strongs
In a crucifixion
People....they do not change
I've learnt that in kindergarden
They become more and more
Unconscious
Of their own decadence

Beautiful deathwishes

I am the most intelligent idiot
A some kind of poetic injustice
Painted in wild violet
And splashed all over
This sanatorium walls
Dark is playing hide and seek
Under my bed, inside the cracked shell
Where life is bleeding
Beautiful deathwishes

Danced poetry

My daily food consists of
Barefoot words
That glide on my lips
Like a drop of dew
Summer mornings
With crystalline sky
Insects in the grass
Sprightly smiling
Delicate flowers shaking
Enjoying the danced poetry

Trees die standing

Smoke curtains
Murky sky
Stars dying
Just chaos!
I stretch towards the light
My invisible arms
And wear a crucifix
On my shoulders
Lest they all loose
The grain of faith
Wandering through the leaves
Of bare feet trees
That die standing
In this deaf silence

Pagan altar and the song of pain

Prepare the black one, please
I've always wanted a coffin
In the color of solitude
My house of flesh for the whole eternity
Adorn it with white roses
Do we leave anything behind?
Do we?!
Anything else but a cross
Knelt beside the church
Where heaven feeds the angels
On a pagan altar

Wax crosses

You care too much about people
And the way they judge you
Told us when I've been a kid
The priest in our village
As if I see him now
Secretly praying
In the altar
I haven't learnt so much
But still remember that
Soul needs no clothes
And love should be enough
To save mankind
Confession-Memories burnt
On a wax cross....

Seal

It's quiet and cold
In the prison of flesh
A big white butterfly
Is now guarding
The dying one
Open wide the door
Soul needs guidance
To find the path
To his ancestors
The grave has already been dug
As a seal

Baggage of guilt

This wall of shame crushing
On my shoulders
Leaving behind a hole
Just as if God himself
Asked me for a penny
To buy
Sunday morning newspaper
Tell me love
Who's going to carry out
The heavy baggage of guilt?!

Death is a blue rainbow

I died in an autumn morning
The scarlet sky
Traveling birds
Hugging the horizon
I write you this poem
On the heart of the blue rainbow
Anna, angels are asking
If you'll spend the winter
In the old catacombs
At the monastery

Poetry=confession

Each new poem bears a burden
Every line a confession
Poetry heals
A wounded heart
Is touched by verses
Then the spirit begins to chant
Music for dead lovers.........

Engagement

In my picturesque madness
As a delirium
I thought our love
Was unique
That only us are able
To reach stars
With fingertips
Above
God has closed heaven
And do not listen anymore
To trivial prayers
Of lonely hearts
Carving separation

Colder than death

When I leave
In my clenched fists
I 'll take away all the pain
That cuts through flesh memories
A creature of lost innocence
With pulsing veins
And the path
Where you have imprisoned
My faith
I carry the trumpet of an archangel
Sing to the universe, just to be aware
Of the fire, the birds, the wings
Modelling a string of light
Throw it in the world and shout
'' Hold all your hopes on it!''
But I'm just a solitary man
With withered hands
Lost in tears
My life is
Colder than death

Summer synesthesia

Cemetery's gates are open
A sign that the souls went out
For a walk maybe
Sometimes I steal their corpses
And dance in a grotesque ballet
Shake an old tree
With my bare conscience
I've heard your heartbeat
Roaring in the air
Fixed your image on another retina
Of an eye no longer struggling for life
And fell asleep
Recall the very first moment
A perfect summer day
When all those leaves became birds
Here and elsewhere the grass
Growing from your words
Caressing the sky
The shadow of your steps
In a grey afternoon
Smooth and graceful, like a tango
Crashed and broke
On the asphalt
Colder

They all died in this village

Silence throws its mantle
Just like a tired wing
In that secret hour
When everyone dies for a second
And reborn as butterflies
Nothing will disturb that peace
The cosmic sleep
Penetrates their chests, a vaccine
Scent of freshly mown grass
I'm unable to sleep
Rolling my thoughts
Until hitting them on a wall
Of a medieval castle
From my childhood tales
You, my dear friend
You dream
Beyond this short death
An orphan beam of light
Through your delicate breath
They all die in this village
Day by day
Even for a second
I walk on emerald roads
And bring their hopes to life

Memories of the sky

I wear the silence
From mother’s gentle palms
The scent of grass untouched
Summer reflecting heaven
In the clear blue horizon
I cross the air mountains
On the path of universe
Maybe there’s a shadow
A tree
Or the ants army
From my grandparents yard
It’s raining smiles and colors
A sign that God loves us
I’m here , you’re here
Touching our hands
Like in a secret prayer