I know you will find me

If hate was planted in air and space
confined within twisted steel and earth
what would grow?
What would we say?

When the bush that grows
was a flesh plant
permanently opposing its seed

Love! Love!
Love!
The ugly beast reared its head
and blew a sigh of relief

The morning brought buckets
of warm knowledge
used to bathe
the masters of wisdom

Stride length astounding
tidy muscles kept in check
A mind who balances in the skull
viewing images of
renaissance masters
images of beauty
Astounding beauty!

Coming from the depictions of women
You grew the seed of love inside me

The hate tree stands
tall and proud
but a
torrent
of love
formed the rivers and the lakes
that balances Thoth's scales

A disjointed Picasso
You were there
gorgeous
radiating

flesh so pure

Dressed for work, ready for life
applying the mandatory face;
your own is a
mountain
covered in snow

Legs to worship
Limbs of flowing golden wheat
dipped in a fine gold to escape
the scythe
perfect plan
only you could make
something so simple
as golden as the sun

Your hair released
filled the void
between the greatest chasms

Of you and I

Caressing gently, touching soft
The condition I'm in
is all for you

Still!
The philosopher stands!

Until you smiled.
My chest exploded.
My cheeks went red.
O' hopeless man!

Brought back to earth by a woman
Red lips pulsing a flash
of a smile
crushed my heart;
and reformed it
so it may pass true on
the scales

Now I write, yes
To calm the wake
mesmerised and perplexed in a bizarre world
You are beautiful

And I don't even know your name

Winds fly by my hair

Our hearts will keep us close forever

Yet our minds know;
We will never see each other again

Do you believe in love?

A time to hear a bell

As I cry in the night
no tear is shed
Laughter rings the bell of
the church and calls
the commons
to arms;
to kneel and bow.

Sub servant man
already dead
following paths
that clearly lead
to the freshest cemetary

where you will remain

forever and ever

amen

Another night in the sky

When you walk under the moon
you get left behind;
Never looking at the reason why
Soul sucked to the dark side
Reveling in secrets
Laughing at the limbless that is lifeless

Until you realise
The stars are all around
above and below
left and right
you will walk into your grave

your fate is
to die;
your life is complicated -
what a great time to die!

Burnt with lies
only because their worthless.
What have you left behind?
A smell? A tale?
An epitaph whose words
fade in the sun
and then in the mind

Gods can die
Gods will die
Gods are dead
But the one true God
is me

Laughing at the dead
Creating an existence
to be remembered

for nothing...

journeys

Hello people

Despite the lack of updates, I have written heaps of poetry and philosophies and I hope to get old and new ones up regularly.

The world is beautiful and has inspired me for the next wave of writings.

Enjoy!

Jacques