Rendez-vousGenesis three seven:
And their eyes are opened.
For knowledge has threatened
The ego of a lord
Who wants of no equal.
Is it true? when you hoard
Conscience you are evil?
From heaven banned, we sing
Of a grand place of joy
Where fearless to deploy
Burning rivers of words,
Eternal fire of science,
Minds for sole reliance
No need for overlords.
A painful path indeed:
Tormented and questioned
Restlessly and tested,
A soul sent there must bleed.
Your eyelids unbolted,
Truth told right at your face,
White verbs that no verb efface:
Be 'us', don't be 'the man'.
Be 'us' because you can.
Hell is the rendez-vous.
Come into my worldI would like you to understand my world. I have not been there for long myself, maybe that makes things easier: we'll discover almost together. What brings a pinch of technical difficulty is, that I know this world only through differences. I know how it differs from the world there was before: it would have been enough to describe this first world in order to understand this second one. But here's the catch: I can't. I wasn't even aware there was a world before: everything was natural, intuitive, limitless; only today did I start thinking there was something, which somewhat vanished effortlessly before me. There was no resistance, I couldn't even tell whether there "was" anything. This has all changed.
Why do I need you? I didn't understand this transformation. Worse: I don't know how to live here. You may bring another viewpoint, you may help me decypher, find landmarks... I need to adapt to this revulsing place. Imagine we come from different countries, and that all of a sudden I wa
Death betOn a barque on the shores of a tranquil sea,
Layman's ark for an ore-reddened quill. See
Oh my dear, oh my drear dawn flower bud:
The letters I lay down, I lay down with my blood.
Thou were in my arms, but when blue cold wind blew,
And dissolved thy charms, and thy phantom flew,
Sleepless, breathless, my heavy heart, in nothingness,
Thrown as Fate's dart I was stabbed to madness.
Shed no tear! Weep no more! For this full moon
Holds, my dear, the holy cure! Hastily, soon!
I shall hold, my deer, thy heart against mine:
Be bold, show no fear! Words written: I recline.
My feet were walking me on the shores of the world
Gleaning blind illusions. My mind was so knurled,
Purled, hurled, twirled, shred, torn, tattered, ragged, riddled with worms...
But I met him! This holy stranger, affirms
He can open for me Hell's nauseating Gate
And free thou from the flames that would our hearts cremate!
Too good to be true, or too true to be good?
So generous a man, of the highest priesthood!
His only req
LostLost, in the azure tenderness of those velvet eyes, safe from the wistful whistle of a twilighting night, dancing motionless, feasting on the now melted rime that coated that heart. Lips parted. Heart against heart, banging from either side, as would two lovers split apart, on a door. A translucent tune flying in the air in a free cantabile drops emotions in the cup of the empty souls. Shadows. Lips again. The mellow graze of fingertips. A deep breath and a sugary scent — teeth shining in a voracious smile — a tidal bliss over rocky shores and fevered skins. In the crystal atmosphere embalmed, the heat of pulsating blood. Control is lost. Everything is lost. Falling upwards into the oblivious abandon of an heavenly feeling. Voices melting, breathless athletes and resting muscles roaming. Peace after war. Desunion after union. A grateful lament bathes the now silent world. An elegiac brazing sun rises.
ReminderA wild thought appears!
I know I'm most probably making a mistake if...
I am immediately drawing the worst conclusions
I think in terms of everything or nothing
I abusively generalize by employing terms like "always" or "never"
I predict the future instead of waiting and see what happens
I immediately draw conclusions on what people think of me
I focus on negative aspects of things, I discard the positive aspects of things
I disdain the data that proves me worthwhile
I transform a compliment into something negative
I put labels ("dumb", "ugly", "worthless", "good for nothing", "useless") on myself or other people
I make a confusion between instincts and observations
I set up wrong obligations, duties, necessities or emergencies
I say something is "unbearable" when it is merely hard to put up with, but endurable
Can I provide legitimate reasons for this thought?
What are the effects and conseq
Forget-me-notThis glorious morning before you rose,
When your scarlet tulips dozed
And irises pure and eyelids closed
I drew a soft kiss on your nose