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.