Jeanne's

• 2012-05-14

  Stars

  Shall I not see the same fumes of light that left me mesmerized?

  When all that stays in my heart are kept away for they say it never counts…

  Shall every tell-tale stories I had made remain imprisoned in my dreams?

  Along with that peculiar Christmas dawn they never believed?

  I shall soon fly and take them back again! (When in fact they are never lost)

  I, with it burning in my spirit, shall weave to life the phantasms of these words..

  It shall be as the air in my nostrils when I breathe…

  It shall be the myriads of strength that will wake me morning by morning…

  And when it come to pass….

  
  

  I shall be satisfied…

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  Independence

  There is this carousel I admired with my heart…
  It has hundreds of colors,
  It flashes and sparks..
  As I hide behind the veils,
  I watch it glow through the night;
  Prettier and brighter,
  It kissed all the soul in my eyes.
  
  With its beauty, it gained power,
  With its beauty it turned fragile..
  Unaware does it flaunt,
  it draws the stallions and boars..
  They climbed it but they fell,
  They touched it and they burned..
  But it’s not them that I fear nor the snare it conceals…
  
  Because the criminal is the monster..
  Lurking inside..
  It slithers in my veins,
  it resides in my blood..
  It burns with desire,
  it salivates for the ride..
  It’s gentle but delirious,
  I’ve got to chain it with my life.
  
  But how shall I slay it before it devours me?
  How shall I tear the flesh,
  when the flesh is in me?
  What’s in its heart is my delight,
  should I break it and break mine?
  
  But the carousel, i think,
  was naive of this beast.
  Thus,it glared and I lost.
  I unleashed the monster and it took me.
  
  …
  
  In my death, I felt pity.
  In my death, I smelled candies…
  
  …
  
  Woe to the monster.
  Cursed is the carousel.