Sorrow unto the end, into evers

A cry
The design of the heart.

A shout
The labour of touting your soul, to the next.

Fight not within
But without the body.

Seek not a smile
But the laugh of another.

For the weakness
Is in the reparations.
The tired, weeping
Realisation.

You, Again

Dried tissues, cold wet towel
Not fighting cholera
The heart that mends itself.

Memories and you
Times together, too.

My heart sewed over your spot
My body remembers
What my heart forgot.

She forgot how to love.
She forgot how to trust.
She forgot how to hurt.

I never told you
I never thought I had to.

My heart used to say things to yours
She heard the answers.
She heard the answers, too early.

Too late, I said. Now.

You say, never.
Never again, I say.
Try all you want, I say.
I will try everyday, you say.
It doesn't work, I say.

So you try everyday.
And what good is it?
I still feel nothing more than nostalgia.
I remember why I loved.
I don't love.

Don't look at my eyes like they are attached to my soul.
Don't look at my body like it holds a beating heart.

I don't understand your answers, you say.
I don't listen to your heart anymore, I say.
I'm tired, I say.
I don't trust, I say.

I don't want to hurt you, you say.
You say like you mean it.
You say like you want me forever.
You say like you can reopen the wound.

I'm not wounded, I say.
But you want to cut me to make it hurt again.
You want to twist my heart to face the right way, again.

About face, but it won't hurt.
It's only blood and muscle.

To Please an Ego

Looks like freedom
Tastes like dirt.

Feels like company
Deflates like a shirt,
In the wind.

My Street

Beautiful by day, Drunken by night.

Traduction

I'm the [Mistress]
Of Great Britain
The beauty in the blue
And then black
For you, both?

Faking it

Truth moves faster than any lie.

Life

So it took me a while to get it.

Wooded Trees

Heavy is resentment
Light is the air
Thick with contempt
The battered the bruised and
The misunderstood.

Wait, Hunter

Lions don't eat birds, unless they're game.

Plain Sight

Je suis une [femme]
Du Bretagne
La belle dans le bleu
Et le noir
Pour les deux.

Don't believe what They Say

Facts are fallible, just as a fuck is phallic.

Finnish for Foreigners

When you put on an accent you need to laugh in accent too.

Siam, Pour Gelati

Siam je visite
Juste pour se souvenir de lui
A nouveau.

Il a trouve mille et une façons
De m'aimer.

Tu me manque
Tout les jours
Mon amour.

L'odeur de mon amant
Est sur moi.

Ses levres imprime
Dans mon cou.

Tu me manque
Tout les jours
Mon amour.

Chaque jour me rappelle
De Siam.

Notre Siam.

Rain on Sundays

People think I'm different
But they don't know I'm crazy.

Crazy in spite of you.
Lazy to spite myself.

For the Day in the Life

You
Came to my life.
You
Think that it's mine.

I breathe someone else's air
Sleep someone else's dream
Ignore the disdain.

Go on, keep walking
Like my heels aren't strapped
To the ankles of a Saint.

I smile the same smile
As the devil.
I laugh the same, all consuming laugh
As the sinner himself.

Drive that road
Kick that walk
Eat that plate
Like it's the last meal.

Hell is made of Harpsichords

Any other hell
Is icecold
But mine is made of
Harpsichord.

Any other hell
Is delicious
But mine sounds like
Harps in hell.

myspace.com/leilarousseau

Jump to the Conclusions

A woman isn't herself without liberty, and she is no one without love.

To love a woman in her freedom is to love her from a distance.

A woman in pursuit is not pretty to watch.

A woman in a jumpsuit by a great designer is gorgeous to notice.
So ethereal is the vision of her, that you may not realise she is in quite a fix.

Lost the Fines

How did I create my own past
By looking back so far
Past the first time I went
And at last the first time I recall.

How did you see your own will
By holding strong to all your weakness
Will it to be the end
And still the end is what I remembered.

Keep my memories in this box
For trinkets.
Hold it shut, if one is to open.
Shut it away, if one is to pry.

Autumn in Paris

(c) Leila Rousseau 2010

Together in Song

If I know the beat
If I know the words
If I tap like my feet
Then I know the song.

Do you know the song
Do you know the song
That I'm trying to tell to you?

If I know the song
If I know the beat
And the rhyme of the words

I can make it all
Come Together.

Printemps a Londres

April in London
What could I die for?
Who did I cry for,
And you?

How did I forget
That tone, that wish
That tender touch
Those lips, did kiss.

Me.
Don't dismiss me.
Don't you, look
To see.

What did I run for?
Heaven I fell for,
And you?
London in April.

Child

There's the big hand
He greeted me today
Asked me how I was
Come of it what may.

Here's the small hand
Now again
Hold and then
Spin and bend.

Dance me to the start
Where love is dust
And love ain't dear
And love can't hear.

Don't listen to those
Quarrels
Fights
Yelling, stop yelling.

Dance
And don't say a word.
Dance
The big hand holds
The small hand.

Cards in the Hand

I can do nothing, just by staring
Into the spaces, between.

I can do so much, just by laughing
At every face, in the scene.

Some come with a bible of truths
Tomorrow forgotten
Or, somebody's blues.

Careless consideration
Thoughtless imagination
Mindless emancipation.

I do nothing, just by lying here
One emptiness, falls into another.

I do so much, just by smiling at you
One happiness creates another.

Someone came with a book of the future
Tomorrow's the best
Or, all I could hope.

Don't leave me standing.

Quartz

Poetry in a Glass
For drinking
Or for art

To stare, or
To devour
To savour, or
To spill.

The glass is full of words
Meaning now or before
The glass was empty
Then it began

To pour in more and more.

Living Up Famously

Bathe me in a bed of blankets
Full with snow spread down

Lather me up in token trinkets
Then walk me across the town

Naked, though adorned
Clothes, the sequel
To this ever changing
Passage of thighs and hair
Oh, people stare.

Je souviens toi

S'il ya un amour de ma vie
Tu est mon seul
Et seulement si tu croy
Je serai la
Pour le reste de nos vies
En depit de notre etre a part

Terre
Mer
Sable
Nos coeurs sont l'un.

Une journee ne passe pas
Que mon coeur ne bat pas
A la ton.

Ce pas romantique
Ce pas de temps
C'est l'amour de nos oceans
Notre monde.

Ditto

Ditto
Je t'aime.

Ditto
Tu me manque.

Ditto.
Moi aussi.

Ditto.
Que je t'adore.

Tout les jours
Comme ti vous
Les bisous?

Comment me toi adore.

Swan Feather Sleep

I'm having an out of body experience
I don't want to be in one.

The cloud I spied, over the hills
Was so far away
The rainbow curdled.

Spots no stripes
That's what lines look like to my mind.

Right now
Je suis fatigue.

Give me a bed
And I'll lie about my age.
Give me a pillow
And I'll sleep on it.

I'm searching for my next de ja vu
And my excuse is going to be you.

Sleeping looks so good right now
Parce que, je suis fatigue.
Tres fatigue.

Lips are for Lying

I wish you were here with me.
If I was, you wouldn't have me in your hug.

I would give you a thousand kisses.
If you did, I do believe you are a different person.

I think of you always.
I do believe you forget about me right until you need to.

I only want you.
If I am the only one you can have.

You are my woman.
So, she is not?

I will give you anything you want.
Don't you mean 'nothing that'?


- - -

You will whisper you love me, into my ear.
For a passing moment, I will believe.
Then I remember, all over again.
What you say, how it goes in my brain.

Passionate whim, you silly thing.
Dream on now baby, it's only a fling.

With the Wind

Romance is a wall
Man built
To keep the passion in
And the love out.

Romance is so tall
The blossom at the top
Falls to hit the girl on the head
To make her forget, about love.

There is no love in romance.

Romance is the idea of having an ideal.

The ideal cannot materialise
Because
It reflects nostalgia, wanting, longing.

Love doesn't recall the better days
Love doesn't want more than it can have
Love doesn't long for something that it doesn't already hold.

Love is here.
Romance is gone.

How is Russia, without Love?

The morning was new, that day
Your arms around me like you loved me
Now and forever.

Sun rays, through the canopy
That day, that morning
Your smile, your laugh like you loved me
Forever from yesterday.

The air was new, that day
That morning
Your toes cold outside blankets
I warmed them like I loved you
Now until forever.

The bed was blankets of downy doonas
That day
That morning, your smile
Your arms, your kisses all around me,
Like you loved me
From always until forever.

Forever never came,
That morning ended at day.
Your arms stopped holding
Kisses stopped smiling
Like love didn't stay.

Hold me up, Hold me down

A declaration of love has been made.
Please, put down your weapons, and stand away from the heart.
Oh no, the position stood down.
Collect your artillery again, boys, the war is back on.
Back on for love.

Romance is something a man made up
To sweep an unsuspecting woman off her feet.
Romance is the rose, beware it's bite
The man gave you, to stop you from buying the lilies.

The man who saved you
From what he thought he saved you
He thought she was worth saving
All and for himself.

Plays with her heart
And says it's not a game
Holds her to his chest
And let's her feel,
It's not for vanity.

Which is the day
She will feel,
His heart is made from steel
And hers from glass.

Shards, slithers, splinters.

Photo Poetry

The Tallest Man in London


Summer in Paris (Lanvin dolls)


Pizazz


Hark in the Dark


Monk in the Rain

Leila Rousseau 2010

In the Wilderness

Beaten track, beat me knowing the way
Finding treasures, hold down my pockets so I can't walk
Forests of shrubbery shrug me away with your shoulders
Wind in the leaves, leaving me astray.

Primo Gusto

How about noting that nothing he ever said was of importance
Everything you thought of him was fiction
And part of it a great collection, farces and such fallacy that you were distracted, so easily.

Wage, the Rap

It's to do with my wages
In out, old Sages
You been here for ages

Boss is always on rages
Calm me if you can
Feelings like rabbits in cages

Torture me just
Capture me first
Tame me to obey
To feed your thirst

I'm not hungry if I tried
I'm not begging forgiveness, nor
Counting my sins.

I repaid you in debts to collect
You gave me what I own in loans
You showed me what it was to be
Independent, truly, of thee.

Short cut success
Sucks more than it does
To walk alone,
I walk alone.

Wage

Au contraire
I love the hair
C'est possible, couleur de la lumiere.

Kisses forbidden
Mais, je les aime
Don't throw it away, the fire.

The empty eyes
They watch
Looking for something more

The empty eyes
Make up disguise
Don't see you

The ears, closed to voice
The eyes, closed to soul
The lips, shut to touch
The arms, deprived of love.

Calm the conscience
Slow the pulse
Breathe not air
But poisoned passion.

Off, the top of your head!

Participating in sarcasm doesn't mean you're wits are dead.
It means you took note of what it was for them to not be alive, for a few minutes.

Just don't do it too often, the wind could change.

What happened to the lilies?

The roses, I tried to smell them.
The room has nothing so pungent
As the stench of socks and undone dishes.

The rose, it tried to perfume.
The air has nothing so light
As the scent of clean water and unbruised petals.

Delicate, like fine things.
Distasteful, like the unabashed.

City Life, Forgot your Wife?

You've looked for me
And waited
So long, so long
I taste it.

The wasted time
The nonchalant
Barely noticed, did I?

Until the call
The desperate call
That forces me to see.

You yearn for, you,
You unsexed, you.
You learn to roam
For all you want.

You love not, you
You care not too
You learn to touch
For all you want.

Politely, no
Persistently, no
Slap your face, says no
I heard, my no.

You can stay
As far away
As before you came
Before I knew your face.

You think to snide
So impolite
So rude, you tortured
Vanity, you.

Civilian Duty

It is my civilian duty
To ensure
All my life
I never tore
A page from
The book of love
But wrote my own
Variation.

It is my civilian duty
To repent
All my life
What I meant
Every word
The book of rules
And listen still, to
Variation.

Changes
Altercations
Misnomers, and
Spelling mistakes

It is my civilian duty
To bind
All the books
Those I read
Every spine
Pages and findings
And read, over
My notes.

Changes
Alterations
Missing somethings, and
Correcting the grammar.

Stories and variations.
My favourite reason to be a civilian.

Stranger's Touch in C minor

Strangers at dusk, lovers at dawn
Find me without, my secrets unsworn.

I need a stranger's touch
To come, now deep within my soul
I need a stranger's touch
To reach me, when I'm high and I'm not whole.

Don't come to me if you're not strange
Don't come to me if I know your face.

I need a stranger's touch
To show me how I've grown
I need a stranger's hand
To hold on my own.

Don't come to me if I you're not slightly twisted
Don't come to me if I can't have you for a day or two.

Stranger's touch
Paid in vain.
Promises feint
Pictures the same.
Not like words
I don't want to see you, again.

Stranger's touch
Give me what I won't endure for long.
Stranger's touch
Don't ask me questions, don't look into my eyes.

Lift the robe to see, here lies a stranger in me.
Don't touch me like you know my voice or my hands
You know nothing, my actions completely unplanned.
I could control, but I want this for you
For your, stranger's touch.

Woman in B flat Minor

If I'd ever feel like a woman to you
Maybe I'm a stranger
If I feel like a woman to you
Maybe I'm in danger

If I feel like a woman, to you
You make me want to run away
From my feelings for you

You make me feel like a woman
And I'm helpless when I feel that way
Won't you?

If you touch me, like you wanted me to stay
I feel like a woman
When you hold
When you touch me
I'm a woman

I'll be a woman for you
Woman
For two hours
That's all I can do
Two hours, then we'll be through

I don't think I can handle much more than a flower on the floor
Don't hold me too tightly

I'm a woman
For you
I'm a woman
It's true

Don't wake me
Don't shake me to my core
I'll collapse
And I'll let you know

I'm just a girl
I'm not a woman
I don't know
How to deal with this right now


The original song posted: Woman. http://www.myspace.com/leilarousseau

Anthology of Shallot II

The Garden of Shallot
Was hardly there begot
A yard of clover
Twenty roses over
Spring onions growing quite a lot

Shallot of secret meetings
His slave took many beatings
A sunny day
Best time to play
The neighbours shouted, "Best of greetings."

Ignorance is bliss
Upon a sunset kiss
On raining days
The other ways
Are used instead for this.

Tweak, tingle
Vertical, horizontal
Tied up and down
Turned inside out.

Trust, stop, go
Shallot he knows
If someone normal comes,
To say hello.

Donna, Help me for a minute, will you?

Diva, selfish am I
Donna, selfishly tries.

Know not to ask
Know not to bother
Know not to figure
Know not to honour.

Diva, selfish am I
Donna, just ask me why?

I am not two
I am one of a kind
I am not partaken
To anyone's sigh

Take me for
A fool today
Tomorrow falls
The other prays

For love I do nothing
Though kisses are sweet
And, only as tender
If tender is treat.

Treat me with nothing
But cake by love's tallest tower.
For nothing can taste
Like selfish is sour.

I want half the world
But spit it in one
Hell of aghast
When fighting is done.

Tell me right now
Riches or you?
Give me the platter,
On which is two.

Two of a kind,
Not one just to choose.
Ensure forgiveness,
If the clone I mistook.

Took for a lover
Took for a tripe
Took for the other
But looked, oh, quite like.

Like what I wanted
Like what I had
Like what I swallowed
Just not as bad.

Cake, for all
Eat it in one.
Two mouthfuls, plenty
Just not as fun.

Cake, for all
You selfish lot
Flour and cream
But don't let it clot.

Diva, selfish am I
Donna, tell me I try?

Know not to ask
Know not to wonder
Know not to think
But I know you will ponder

Diva, selfish am I
Donna, clobber me over the head.

Diva, selfish am I
Compassion, I lack, though I do cry.

Diva, Donna, my darling I hope
My hug is more loving than is his grope?

Long Gone

Different plain
Different standing
Not right here

Different train
Different station
Just not here

Different reason
Different rhyme
Heard right here

Different bells
Different chimes
Just like mine

Different facing
Different faces
Belonging to people

Owned
Sold
Delivered
Stolen, and
Forgotten

Rattled

Crippled with desire
Jolted any hope
Hopeful went
And hopeful gained
Weight when faithless fainted

Tom Tom

Poor Tom
Sad Tom
Found what
He forgot.

Rich Tom
Happy Tom
Lost what
He had a lot.

Poor Tom didn't know, that
Rich Tom was senile.
Rich Tom didn't remember, that
Poor Tom was juvenile.

Poor Tom gave Rich Tom
A deck of cards to play.
Rich Tom gave Poor Tom
A smile for a day.

Both Toms were happy
Both Toms could play
Baccarat with matchsticks
Smiling for the day,
Without a thing to say.

Anthology of Shallot I

The Demon of Shallot
Was highly strung a lot
His waist was tight
His grip would bite
A hole out of the top.

The Demon in all leather
Covered face, but felt a feather
Ever so delicately
Tickle him to see
If his senses were as clever.

The Demon was a mystery
His brain and voice fine chemistry
Some men would scream
A bloodshed dream
Be knived in hope of sanity.

The Demon of Shallot
A hole in pant forgot
Broken leather
'Thank God'
We have pleather
Now, stitch it or be shot.

Comfortable Creatures

You're the creature
That comfort warms
While tea cups fill
And clothing is torn.

Replaceable relic
Sunlight exposed.
Buttons loose on the mantle
Sew them back on.

Watch, by the table
White rose silk blouse.
Drinking Vermouth
Is so long in the tooth.

Resealable jelly
Leave the lid off.
Old fashioned cupcakes
The middles are soft.

Reminds me of your stomach
Nice to kiss, if I may?
Reminds me of the times
We would roll in the hay.

Get back to the kitchen
I have fun with you.
What I can make
When I'm stirring the stew.

Stirring the stew, for two.

A maid and a chef
Loving is best.
No longer I feel, like a
Dove shot in her crest.

Keep in Touch

The comic was mine
Until the joke went out of date
The hyacinths never smelt as divine
As sakura trees.
Japan didn't appeal to my senses
But you turning pages
Had me intrigued.

The wind on your back
The sun on your face
The yachts in full sight
Of what's in your way.

Sitting there,
Coffee in one hand
Newspaper held down with the other
Your dog tied to the bench
And the wind changes again.
Not phased, you don't pack things away.

Was it you?
Reading my daily
Drawing colours in the funnies.

The front page
What does it say?
Fish gills or seagulls?

Je Manque de Mon Ami

Tu me manque, mon ami
Pour quoi, j'ai toi oubliee?
Jour par jour, mon francais devient pire
Et, mois par mois, des jours et jours
Je me souviens nous
Et pour quoi je suis comme ca?

La lune et les lys rappelle notre monde
Le bois et l'eau
Ton patience et ta volonte
Le feu dans ton esprit
Et l'étreinte du soleil

Rechauffe-moi de rappeler
Rechauffe-moi a retenir
Rechauffe-moi a toi faire savoir
Que je te aime, meme si j'ai oublie.

Ne riez pas de mon mauvais francais
Ne pleure pas, parce que je me suis cache pendant si longtemps
Me tenir jusqu'a ce que je tu maintenes a nouveau
Je sais que tu es bon pour moi
Mon beau ami Francais.

Read, Unsent

When you get divorced
Don't argue about the horse.
Don't argue about her stable.
Don't look at the paddock
And don't cry next to the cradle.

The twins have grown
They just left home
Their only wish was
To leave the horse
And stay off the grass.

It's Not for Me, like the song

It's not my fault
The light's not on
But you see.

Rusted bolt
I'm nuts
But don't you see?

No appetite
Or a memory
Guaranteed.

The last place I looked
Was where I mistook
The harness free.

They walk on ropes
And pass
It's not for me.

Ocean Song

Kiss kisses, on the cloud of no return
Drop dropped, into the terrible sea of taciturn
Washed up, on the island of no one and see
Plants planted for anyone.

Love loved, by the storm of devotion
Rain rains, all over the hills of desperation
Open a bottle, appeals woven in verse
Words written for anyone.

Fines found, swept up by a palm broom
Sands sound, crunching into soft stones by the isolate
Binds bound, hear now, Master of the Mast, Captain of the Sea
Your journey flashed before your eyes

Warm oceans of destruction
Calm waters of contempt
End of the world, today
Rest of your life lived tomorrow.

Detoxification

Excuses, excuses
Put ginger in juices
The tang is no bitter
Than apple is sweeter

Excuses, excuses
Make them for me
Don't lie them, tell

The sweet she is bitter
For loving and waiting

Excuses, excuses
Make them write you
Don't stay in the one place

The tang, it's the apple
Left in the sun

Excuses, excuses
Squeeze dinner from juices
Life for a living
Pleased not forgiving

The humble have fallen
The desperate are stalling
Hopeless it seems
When an apple rots and goes unnoticed.

No Rhymes, No Reason

We still go on diets
The unopened lilies still fall
Where the wild flowers fit into pots
Is the air that I breathe, and the smoke.

We still eat fat free
The lilies crisp in the sun
When the trees whisper from the patio above mine
Is when I smoke and when I breathe and when I fight and have to leave.

We still forgive the chocolate
The lilies tossed, a new bunch come
What the potplants above my patio drip, onto mine
Is what makes the noise in the morning, when I wake at midday.

Forever smoking
Forever fighting
Forever leaving
Forever waking
Forever breathing.

Tummy Bugs

What's wrong with the water?
Dripping, drooling, drizzle.

Photos of forevers.
Shot, snapped, stolen.

Needless never evers
Forgotten fluffy feathers.

Sighing Sunday songs
Whispering, wailing, wanton.

Party Trick

Two blow up dolls
Leaning on tree trunks
One says, hello
The other says, hello
They both deflate.

Do you think it's something they said?

Water Up

I had a dream of fighting against an upward rushing water fall.
Nothing to fear, I won't drown. It's impossible.
So, it's safe. Just to keep going.
Nothing to fear.

Okay.

Flat White

I'll see you next time
Like a glimmer of hope
I'll notice next time
Why you didn't cope.

Through another's eyes
Never again, the stare of yours

The note you left
Every word
Untrue

You know where to go.

Tundra

Trapped inside a shell
Can't get out
Start to yell

Nothing happens
Frozen

Trapped outside the shell
Can't get in
Cannot yell

Nothing happens
Frozen

Trapped away from hell
Can't get near
Really yell

Nothing happens
As
Hell froze over

Near escape
From rimy immortality.

Awkwardly haunt, What a taunt?

Everybody knows, yes they do.
I've let my voice too loud.
Damn it if I'm proud.
Now, although, not now.

Maybe I should start again.
But my friend, how to begin?

People in spaces
Usual faces
In between places.

Maybe I should say hello.
Well my friend, how do you do?

You think of me?
I thought you don't
So now you do.

Maybe I should dress in jersey.
But my friend, do you like me in black?

Do you like me in pink?
Do you like me in grey?
Do you? Do you?
Do I?

On some people it shows.
The look the talk the walk. They stare.
People know, people hear, people see, people care.
Now, although, not now.

Now they know it all
Now they know it's all to fall
Now they know I'm not a gift
They know, right now, they know.

Nothing fails if nothing exists.

Delivery Boy

The ultimatum or the news
Which do I know
How do I choose?

A guess or the gamble
Less fighting
Add the preamble.

End happy or the blues
How do you know?
I'm talking to you.

Fun or the fiction
Wouldn't you know?
It just hit you.

Famous Quote

Could I be most famously quoted for my greatest one-liner of all time?

"It is a mistake to find charm in a man"

I will leave this without a punch line, for now.

Cold Rain Fall

Cold. Like a whisper
Rain. Like a patter
Fall. Like a drop

Love. Like a note

Fall. Like a dream
Rain. Like a torrent
Cold. Fresh like the rain.

Careful, in the Cloister

What I say
Isn't everyday
What I do
Won't matter to you

But the sunshine matters to me

It's the only sign of life
That
The devil's not the only
One
To get to play

The angel has a moment
To completely have her way

Out there
Pouring rain
In here.

Pause, All in Time

Why aren't they gone?
When I told them to go.
If they aren't gone
How did they know?

Stay on
Younger
Stay on
But slower
Stay on
Stay on
Wait
The wiser
Wait

Why am I not away?
When they told me where to go.
If I am not away
How did I know?

Stay on
Older
Stay on
Even slower
Stay on
Wait
Stay on
Stay on
The reward
Wait

Why aren't we gone?
When we know where to go.
If we aren't away
How did we know, to stay?

It doesn't suit me

Feel a little smaller
Float a little lighter
Burn on so much quicker
Get a little higher

Clouds in space
Go to waste
Puffs of smoke
Drag with haste

Ever, tether.

Erase. Debase.
Forget. The bet.
Choose, to lose.
Make. Mistake.

Through Trees

Carve up the moon
While I'm talking to you.

Chop off the weapons
Destruction, half done
Salve on the wounds
But, the memories are won.

Apartment Stalkers

Stranger in the day
Stranger by the moon
Who did you think
Would answer this to you?

Lena, Lili, Polly and Lotta
Which is mine
And which would you rather?

A ticket
Lost in the mail?

Who are you?

You know me.

You saw me.

And found me.

A perfect addiction
The rush on its own
Hunted by day
Hunted at night.

Gullibles Anonymous

Sometimes is a long time
Sometimes I don't trust him
Sometimes I can't look around
And now I thought I busted him

I want to cut
That gnarly glare
Tell me now
Or don't you dare

Is it true
Or is it false
The sorry so
The wind me waltz

I want to fight
That pretend stare
Verily, you mean, it's
Your diurnal fare

The land of his
Takes it over
The doubt of mine
To make me, pause

Sometimes it's a lie
When he says it's always fine
Sometimes it means never
And the day brings stormy weather.

Sometimes it's a lie
When I say I'm really fine.
Angry, exposed, exhausted
Not yet reposed

Because
There is no justice for the anonymous
And
There is no rest for the working.

Sometimes it's a Long Time

This is me
If I can be bothered
To be

It's not another
It's not a tease
It's never like
It's meant to be

This is I
If you can be bothered
Try

It's not a pleasure
It's not a tease
It's always like
You meant to see

This is her
If she is bothered
She can lie

It's not the craving
It's not disease
A general haven
It's simply me

This is me
If I can be bothered
This is I
If I'd really try
But I am her
And I always lie

It's not to hurt
It's not to run
It's for the sake
Of only fun

Mr SR Vaughn

I don't have the blues
And it doesn't look like midnight
I love for the sake of it

Drag it back down, and,
Always remember that tune

I can't help myself
Tu ne peux m'aider aussi
In and out

Drag it back down
Sh Sh Shake, rhythm

Just sing me the blues
Dance for the blues
I need to get back in tune

Waiting For It

Don't make me wait
I'm hungry for the plate
Hurry up, Don't ask
Just get to the task

Make me wait
And watch, won't you
Impatience grows
On trees

Make me wait
And find, can't you
Humble pie
And apple stew

I'm hungry now
I cannot wait
To eat up
It's on my plate.

Wait,
Late.
Eat,
Meat.
Chew,
Stew.

Food on the brain
And I'm waiting again.

Dear Reader

I demand to know
The reader of my foes
My all inspired demons
My explicit friend who chose

The topic of conversation.
You read it just today
You found it in my letterbox
You gave my inhibitions all away

The reader of my life
And the reader of my past
The reader knows too much of me
To write me just as fast

Tell me now
Exactly what you thought?
You fight as if
You have just been caught

Saying to your friends,
not mine,
I hear gritty little sands of my time

"I know the matter very well,
The paper is right here"

But you, dear reader
Do you admit,
"I read it through and through I got,
Nothing from it still"?

My dear reader
Please dear reader
Find another book.
Don't open me
Or expect my plea
To have another look.

Nervous

Okay, I still get nervous
Okay, I still look away
Okay, I still find fallen leaves
And figure out what they mean.

Okay, so I'm cryptic
Okay, so I'm nothing special
Okay, so I'm better off quiet
But I don't know how.

Okay, I still get nervous
And I say stupid things
Sometimes I'm not smart
But most of the time I know.

Writer's Eulogy

Creative infuriation
The end note
Cannot be written
Without the completion
Of the beginning

Poetic injustice
The introduction
Cannot be read
Without the happening
Of the duration

The end came too near
The beginning finished too soon
All the while inflated
Without the time recorded
Forgotten stories

Better lived than told.

Up the Ante

Clock work
Wise and wicked
Invariability
Stupidity
Exile
Exaltation
Complete and utter, freedom

Twisted up in Knickers

Tame my mind
Think of nothing else
Tomorrow is new
Today is a dream
Yesterday nothing more
Than a mistake of years lost
Forget it all

Post a Couple of Quotes

Quotable by quota
Thinkable by thought
Testamentary to test you
Ordinary by sort

Coco

Cou Cou!
Collaboration

Hello?
Hysteria

Moshi Moshii!
May I?

Dum ta daa

Comic condition
Expert magician
Conjure a trick
Bounce me a brick

Pickles

Create and Enjoy
vs
Create and Destroy

Funny Frog

A little too
A little from
I found a corner
I caught a frog

A tiny fright
A listening hum
I found a corner
I caught a cough

A big hello
A hug hello
I found a corner
I caught a laugh

Hello laugh
Good-bye cough
Off you go frog
I found my corner

Repercussions

Reacted
To a statement
Retracted

Rebound
To a law
Renowned

Recess
Let the indicted
Redress

All out of Balance

Vociferous
That's my name

Vindictive
That's my game

Volatile
When I'm loud and proud

To be
Vehement.
To be
Vicious.

Vacant

I have a message on when I'm vacant
It plays a song like I'm there
It kisses like I never meant it
When I wake from my daze it's not fair.

I forgot all the good things that happened
Remember nothing from the night before
Feelings of guilt are not felt though they dealt
The hand that I see to be yours.

I play a message when I'm vacant
It answers the questions and calls
It replies like I've died when they asked if I lied
Auto-response is all that your told.

Projectionism

I don't know if it's a real word... A multitude of forms of imposing what you believe onto other people... Someone thinking/saying (getting all starry eyed) "you are a wonderful person", (thereby meaning "you must conform to that" and anything less will take away from "my enjoyment of knowing you")... There's a lot of pressure.
Straight away I should let them know, without being coy about it, "I am crazy and changeable, I am one of many women, sometimes wonderful, sometimes sexy, sometimes a bitch, sometimes profound, sometimes blonde, sometimes good, but mostly bad and a desperate loner!" That means, get what the fuck you can, because there's not much to be accessed... Yes, people get disappointed... I get that a lot!!

The Default

It's all in your head
They'd sooner be dead
Than walk on the road
On which you tread

Finding the patterns
That makes up their lives
All of their bullshit
Seems so contrived

Never to see and never to hear
What it is like, to only be near

Never to feel and never to touch
What it is like, to ever be such

The lady disguised as her uglier self is
The girl who decides when she has her wealth

To have her cake with croissants and cream
By being delight of anyone's dream

Freedom of passage and rights to lay bare
Her soul permission is obversely rare.

Administration

A paper trail
A fickle fire
A burning of paper

Piles of paper
Piles of files
Piles of ashes

Forgot the letters
Forgot the numbers
Forgot the rest of the story

Though it's not been told.
Don't burn that too, it may be interesting.
Open up and read it.

Trying out for...

Explanation
Yet avoiding damnation

Telling
But silently yelling

Noting
To remember the doting

Nutshell Morons

Captured and contained
vs.
Allowed and proud

Don't look

I'm too young to let suspense kill me

Reverse Cowgirl with that Hat!

Anyone with a Carrera and an ugly wife, come forward.
We know who you are.
Anyone with a Carerra and an ugly wife,
We know what you're like,
When you're not with your wife.

You're a pig with no buttons for a come on to please
You're a butcher without meat and you're high off your tree

You're the worst display that a man can be,
Cos' I know what you're like,
You're like it with me

Understanding Misunderstanding

Forgotten downtrodden
Chap happy
Hello mellow, yellow

Derived contrived
Confusion diffusion, exclusion

Defiance Alliance
Find behind
Complex duplex, fix

Eclectic epileptic
Finance dance, balance

On the moon
Soon

Teppanyaki Talk Chop Chop

Me: "This is so good, it's like this is the first food I ever ate" (Mr M. Preston is allowed the copyright to this.)
John: "I'm either the luckiest man alive or I'm dead"
Emma: "I miss you on Tuesdays"
Me: "I'll see you next Tuesday"
John: "I once knew a Johnny, he's dead now"
Emma: "He had curlish hair"
John: "I'm big but I'm not stupid"

Two parts

Modern Nostalgia is happy me
Sullen Awakening is deep dark wrenching of soul
Both are censored, so don't think you know what you're reading.

No expectations

No competition but there's a prize
I haven't won but I'm winning

Far down the track
It's not beaten but it's easy to take

Creation station

Buttons, keys, a voice recorder.
And a Mac...

Unfinished Poem...

Time forgets how long it's been
Since memories fall in distant shallows
Return to past in scented dreams
Relive in future, float down streams
But don't forget the time it takes
To gather trinkets to recreate

Live at large, on winding roads
The path you've chosen, is one of those

Simple treasure of yesteryear
Paired with violin, listen here
It remembers the songs you played
When your mother, was there that day....

Ambiguity Now

Where do they come from, if they don't go?

Tomorrow's Antiques

In one more day, that furniture is going to be a piece from yesteryear. You'll have a tea party with bikers to celebrate, on old Arne Jacobsens, and mesmerize yourselves with an Alvar Aalto vase full of lilies. How terribly, boring, dear! Do bring me some cake!