A Daedalean mind-1989 adjusted on the 26.2.2013

this symmetric & fascinating planet
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A Daedalean (1) mind
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To speak or
Not to speak?

Annoyed
He uses extremes
Distorting,
Romancing life
Hyperbolizing (2)
Entity
Quantity
Instead of
Absorbing
The grace…

Within
The elegance
And charm
About…
Revealing
Just enough
To keep
The warmth
Of human
Contact.

Keeping at bay
What is
Valuable…
Argumentative
Over
Accepted topics
Safe and comfortable
All but lineal.
Sometimes
Loosing himself.

Regretful about
Having divulged
In a confession…
Exposing
His inner…
His mind
Going in
An overdrive
Haunted
By his past.

Rare moments
Of confrontation.
Obstruction
In the purlieus. (3)
Wondering… was
He too candid,
A Neophyte
At life?
Did he owe
A summary

Of his every
Move?
Did he have to
Legitimize them,
Exculpate
His behavior,
Palliate
His awkwardness
And moderate
His floods

Of fervor
And passion?
Thoughts
Riddled
His mind
With big
Question marks.
His act of defiance…
Test the
Faithfulness

Of his “opponent”,
Throw the
Infallibility
Of his being
In a first shot.
Scrutinizing
Their reactions.
Would they
Falter?
Would he…

Disapprove
So he could
Escape,
Bypass
The insanity
Of this planet.
His motto,
Aim so as
Not to be
Aimed at.

Rated or
Appraised
As cattle.
Take it
Or throw it
Do not
Mock his
Humanity.
His suffering
Misunderstood

By the illiteracy
Of another’s path and,
Futile attempts
To lending
An ear.
He treads on,
Trusting
A better
World to come
Defining…

Coercing it
To arise
From the
Relics
Of his
Exposure
To this folly…
This symmetric
And fascinating

Insane planet.

(1)

Dae·da·lus (ddl-s)
n. Greek Mythology
A renowned craftsman, sculptor, and inventor and builder of the Labyrinth. He fashioned the wings with which he and his son Icarus escaped from Crete after their imprisonment by Minos.
Dae·dali·an, Dae·dale·an (d-dl-n, -dlyn) adj.

(2)

hy·per·bo·lize (h-pûrb-lz)
v. hy·per·bo·lized, hy·per·bo·liz·ing, hy·per·bo·liz·es
v.intr.
To use hyperbole; exaggerate.
v.tr.

(3)

pur·lieu (pûrly, pûrl)
n.
1. An outlying or neighboring area.
2. purlieus Outskirts; the environs.
3. A place that one frequents.

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Moira or felicity? 1985 adjusted on January 2013

this perfect moment
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Moira or felicity
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I muse.
My knotted thoughts
Disentangling
Along the trains
Incessant refrain.

Nestled in my corner
I brood, thinking
Of the fragments
I have left behind…
A stop. Welcomed

Interruption…
We continue.
Passengers get back
To their occupations
Those rails, so smooth

And straight, can be
My destiny
Or fatal reality
But why blemish
Demolish or vitiate

My day.
An abrupt halt
Startles me
From my
Jejune reveries.

Moira or felicity? (1)
Why crush or impair
Voluntarily
This perfect moment.
Those innocuous rails

Could be…
Reality with blemish
But I choose

Destiny in its full glory!

(1)

Moi•ra (ˈmɔɪ rə)

n., pl. -rai (-rī).
1. (often l.c.) (among the ancient Greeks) a person’s fate or destiny.
2.
a. the goddess of fate among the ancient Greeks.
b. Moirai, the Fates.

The uncertain- From French original text as L’incertain- Oct. 1990 Adjusted Jan. 2013

dangers of the uncertain
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The uncertain
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Yes and no

The answer of the uncertain
The one that puts himself
In both camps and
Finds his conviction

Fearful, coward, realist
Weighing the pro and cons
The big question
Interrogation point

Is a person not in the right
Of deciding, weighing, measuring
The consequences of his decisions
Should we judge the uncertain?

Far from perfect
Foibles inhabits us
In a constant way
In an existential practice

Yes and no

Will stay without answer

L’incertain
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Oui et non

La réponse de l’incertain
Celui qui se met dans les
Deux camps et y trouve
Sa conviction

Peureux, lâche, réaliste
Pesant le pour et le contre
La grande question
Point d’interrogation

La personne n’étant pas en droit
De décider, peser, mesurer
Les conséquences de ses décisions
Devons nous juger l’incertain?

Loin d’être parfait
La déficience nous habite
De manière constante
De façon existentielle

Oui et non

Restera sans réponse

The eyes of the apprised-1989 Adjusted March 2013

watching time go by…
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The eyes of the apprised
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Sluicing
Through your fingers…
Time.
You watch calmly
Without feeling
The need to marvel
Or rave
Every instant.
What you called
Boredom or routine

Yesterday
Is in the eyes
Of the apprised
Appeasing.
You have
No urge to
Explain nor
Desire to
Leverage.
You savor

The minutes
And seconds
Recognizing
What is precious
Yet, accepting
The uniqueness
Of intensity
The potency
And magnitude
Of passion

As a desideratum
For essence
A requisite
For living
Creating
Being the author
Of your conception
Liberating
Spates
Of colors

And words
Furiously
Quenching
Those qualities
Sating
Those flaws.
To maximize.
Try again
And again
Never waiving

Nor abalienating (1)
Learn and
Burn midnight oil
Then, go back
Contemplating..
Time streaming
Through you.
Rave and marvel
Supervene (2)
The flow

Of eternity

(1)
Ab`al´ien`ate (ăb`āl´yen`āt; 94, 106)

v. t. 1. (Civil Law) To transfer the title of from one to another; to alienate.
2. To estrange; to withdraw.
3 To cause alienation of (mind).

(2) su•per•vene (s p r-v n )

intr.v. su•per•vened, su•per•ven•ing, su•per•venes
1. To come or occur as something extraneous, additional, or unexpected. See Synonyms at follow.
2. To follow immediately after; ensue.
3. Philosophy To be dependent on a set of facts or properties in such a way that change can occur only after change has occurred in those facts or properties

My muse, that sweet delicious thing! 18th of March, 2013

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My muse, that sweet delicious thing!
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I see candles dancing in the night
Floating to where there is delight
Glowing where there is no light
Where the stars shine so bright

Erasing, preventing our future mistakes
Pointing our fingers to our fate
Burning our minds to what is at stake
Chanting the old refrain of our faith

I see the love you spread as a blanket
The winds ululate through the chimneys
Hear the clamor of those you befret
The million particles you give entry

From dust to mountains, bright or dark
You inhale and exhale that spark
Pick up and shape the trodden
Mold or hibernate the fallen

You are the reason, the candle I see
The laughter bubbling in me
The slight tremor in my voice
The stars, the filler of my void

If you found the creation of these words
Understand, you and I merge
In the winds, the clamor, the particles…
The love that seeps through our tentacles

I have tried so desperately to explain
What is so simple, easy to claim
You are the echo of my emotions
The words and songs I had long forgotten

You are mine when you, decide
The place, the hour, entry and time
You holler into my sleep
Shake me, wake me out of the deep

You are my muse, inspiration
All in the right tradition
Never believed you existed until…
You appeared and popped out of the till

And now, when you go visit another’s imagination
I hail and shake your way back to my salvation
But you belong when I set you free
Let you roam the streets of destiny

Then, drop as a miracle unto my page
Filling the lines at the speed of lightening
Forgiving my jealousy or my rage
Caressing the story with drops of spring

My muse, my inspiration, that delicious thing!

But the clock goes on ticking
The time of reason
Showing mansuetude (1)
To the frames
Of consistency
The fringes of life
Burning the desire
Of the days filled
By your hors d’oeuvres
Awaiting the birth
Of your reality

Stop, quiet! I need some sleep
No, do not go… just lie in wait then take a peek
Whisper sweet little nothings to my muse
The one you allow ideas to fuse

Blow in her ear the feathers
Of where it begins
Keep her, alive and kicking,

That sweet delicious thing!

(1)man·sue·tude (mnsw-td, -tyd)
n.
Gentleness of manner; mildness.
[Middle English, from Old French, from Latin mnsutd, from mnsutus, past participle of mnsuscere, to tame : manus, hand; see man-2 in Indo-European roots + suscere, to accustom; see s(w)e- in Indo-European roots.]

Hermit within range-Translated from French original text as “Hermite dans la portée- 1987- Adjusted January 2013

Hermit within range
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Hermit within range
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Alone he perdures
Outcast by choice
Dissevered at birth
Isolated by his demise.

Secluded to think
So as not to perish
Apart, surrounded
Hermit within range.

Lone in blessedness
Remote as an artist
Nongregarious in assent
Unbinded, eclectic

Prodigy by choice

Hermite dans la portée
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Seul, il perdure
Paria par choix
Désuni à la naissance
Isolé à son décès.

Retiré pour réfléchir
Afin de ne pas périr
Séparer, entourer
Hermite dans la portée.

Seul dans la béatitude
Distant comme artiste
Abstrus en adhesion
Délier, éclectique

Prodige, par choix

A life with a Calliope-September 1987-Lyrics-Adjusted January 2013

my calliope
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This sketch I drew, is of a newborn baby that has become my Calliope 🙂

As you can observe throughout my posts, the poems composed in the 80’s
or 90’s are totally different to the ones of 2000… in the sense that
they are still searching “Life” and its meaning.

Let me know what you think of these Lyrics!

A life with a Calliope (1)
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You sing songs
Of happiness
Hum notes
Of joy
You rip
The curtain
Dividing
Our hearts
The mountain
That led
Us apart

Our throes
Too grim
To untangle
You hold
Firmly
On the morrow
But it is
All carbon
Hold my hand
Usher me
To your band

Coax me
To your song
The life
You belong
Expose
The sun
Toward it
We will run
Give me
Some hope
A life

With a Calliope (1)

(1)
In Greek mythology, Calliope (pron.: /kəˈlaɪ.əpiː/ kə-LY-ə-pee; Ancient Greek: Καλλιόπη Kalliopē “beautiful-voiced”) was the muse of epic poetry,[1]daughter of Zeus and Mnemosyne, and is believed to be Homer’s muse, the inspiration for the Odyssey and the Iliad.[2]
Courtesy of Wikipedia

Speed- With its original French text as “Vitesse”

shooting star
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This is a poem I had read in 1985 and enjoyed so much the style and its brilliancy, that I wrote it down. Today, I want to share it with my faithful readers 🙂

Speed
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Speed is synonymous with drunkenness
Stupidity is synonymous with weakness
Life is synonymous with tenderness
Death is synonymous with wisdom
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If speed and stupidity become one
Life and death form a whole
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For drunkenness is a weakness
And tenderness is a wisdom

Jean-Yves Remiche ( Bastogne )

Vitesse
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La vitesse est synonyme d’ivresse
La bêtise est synonyme de faiblesse
La vie est synonyme de tendresse
La mort est synonyme de sagesse
—————–
Si la vitesse et la bêtise ne font qu’un
La vie et la mort forment un tout
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Car l’ivresse est une faiblesse
Et la tendresse une sagesse

Jean-Yves Remiche ( Bastogne )

Unabridged- 1987 adjusted January 2013

unabridged
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Unabridged
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A present
A memory
Tears, laughter
So much

So little
You say.
So strong
The fear

Of abandonment
Yours, my own
Emotions
Taking us

To a point
Of no return
Of ridicule
Contempt

So, I write.
My quill
My intermediate,
Unveils

My pride.
Makes you
Listen without
Causing a

Flurry
I have your
Warrant
To what appears

A pink cloud
Protraction of
Our affinity
Staging a few

More moments
Of grace
A pause in
The vastness

Of cosmos.
A confidant
Accomplice
Comate

All the facets
Of what we had
Obverse yet,

Unabridged.

I am all that and much more – Sunday 3rd of March 2013

this tiny,yellow,luminous dot
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I am all that and more
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I have become a tiny yellow dot in the vastness of the galaxies.
Sustaining the starry Prussian blue summer nights
A ball of fury, scorching the moving sands of the deserts
I pick up the privileged, caress them with golden dust
Feed the hungry so they do not congeal in the glaze of a frozen statue.

Your friend or foe, sweet or acrid, hunter…
Pick your cards, choose your destiny.
For I am, the face you want to see…
The choice, the thought you want to feed.
I invade or pervade every square inch of your deepest

I come and go, I am constant.
Blow and form everything into shape
Travel the paths that have been borrowed,
That have not.
I embrace what is shy and simmer what is in the making.

I tread on unfalteringly, come uninvited,
Open doors, crash through walls undeterred.
Grab you in a dance frenzy and cradle your bruised soul
Wipe the sweat off your brow and straighten your hunched mind.
I am the sun, I am the sand, the wind blowing

Tumbleweeds across deserted villages
The speck of dust glittering the surface of a rainbow
Spark in a child’s wondrous gaze
The amusement on the parched lips of the thirsty
Wisdom on the leathered skin of the aged

The notes of music in the autumn rustling leaves
I am all that and more…
I am the love that barks around the corner
Falling into the laps of the unexpected
The beauty showered in the rain of a chosen few

The growling sounds of thunder crashing through
The mountains, intimidating the slumber of nature
Shaking the heavy layers of snow, conducting them
Into an avalanche… commanding you out of inertia
Guiding your mind into the creation of what is me,

You and the plurality of existence
Bringing you back to the reasoning of hope
The meaning of purpose, the golden fabric of growth
Delight and dashingness of youth.
Have you fed the thought you want to be,

Sketched your destiny?
For you are, the tenacity of your stubbornness
The creativity of your genius, audacity in every living flake
The white fluffed duck, gliding on his reflection
Following the line of his ancestors

You are the tiny yellow, luminous dot…
All that and much much more…
For I am you,

I am life.