The Lighthouse

Staring at the beggar, I might get lost if I followed every dream. Yet I want to live and I want to give. I dream up I'm on a quest for truth and justice.

So trust binding, I seek no truce, as I lift up the pen and lay down the soul. For all things breathe out from one another and beings faultlessly fall to their fateful order.

Be now, be then, be now and then; ever lured to copious leftovers, timelessly curved by lukewarm hangovers, the struggle remains against old self. Still, unaffected, the lighthouse keeps up its opening band for the sun. For the one shall rather come across mounts and pages, heralding light on stormy grudges, long ago edged with abrupt ledges.

From day to day...
At the crack of dawn, as the bruised sail keeps searching, for that one fleeting wind that should cast off all its shortcomings, the faint nascent twinkle reminds its sailor that when time blows right, evidence shall prevail...

Salty as can be, the sea always takes its course indeed.

H.H.H.H.H

Wasted

You always said it was gonna be fine. You can't do that anymore. No, don't even think about it. I will never be going back again.

"Not this time", she said.

You knew though. I can't let you roam inside my head. There is just no way I would allow you to get in. Too long, too hard.

So don't even think about reaching me, I won't be home. And don't you think about stopping by. Actually, don't even think of me at all.

You can keep your sorrows and regrets, I'm not leaving here. I did what I have to do, you did what you wanted to do. Now just let me continue to blame you.

I've tasted it and I escaped it. I am never coming back again. Five and counting. For a life wasted. I am never looking back again.

Never.


HHHHH

People, people, people!

It's all about people.

Everywhere I look, anywhere I go, whatever I do. People.

If there were no people, there would be no point to what I do. Wake up, I look in the mirror; next thing I know, it's again about people.

I need to know who I am to figure out who I'll be, not where I'm from or where I've been to decide where I'll land. People are here, places become memories.

So I reach my desert island, lay on the sun as I watch a pelican cross over me, laughing, basking in a sunny afternoon. He catches a fish, then two and three; hunger gives way to memory.

I catch a sunburn; enjoy a fish. Sun is essential, but people are here. Just here. And desert islands are anywhere but here.

So I could be standing here, waiting, or elsewhere, hoping... I'm still bound to people.

Why then expect more from life than people?! Here or elsewhere, just people. People...

I've found some people.


HHHHH

Disruption

Je chevaucherai la bise, jusqu'à ce que dans ton jardin elle me tousse,

Je garderai les yeux baissés pour de ton éclat les garder,

J'arracherai chaque fleur pour que dans tes cheveux elle repousse,

Et dans les souvenirs,

jusqu'à ton arrivée me cacherai.

H.H.H.H.H.