(free translation)
Guy Gervais
« À la faveur du silence » - 2008
I awoke in the middle of my memories when the sun rose in her eyes I saw the morning after I do not know how many years of obscurity around me and sometimes my soul seemed so closely entwined with the original flame I no longer knew who I was if not this strange burning like diamond weighing all his celestial weight on life’s fragile axis
but when that shiver came over my forgotten body in the old-growth forests au savannas of a sunless virginity au among the polar snowfields whose life is a sublime waiting vibrating under the lights of the eternal cold, I felt so from my moyo the aroma of an invisible tenderness no wing did support any spring morning under the bluest skies in the hope both will surpass that came to my moyo from any known form au dimensionless time space au seeping into the unknown waters that we have watered while we were still undifferentiated and similar to the dust of the night which lively life was prepared to the eternal illusion and tenderness advanced with a barely perceptible movement on the steps of the stars that follow their courses in the light of the infinite immutable spaces
I did not know until later what came to me was named Bettina but before I could touch with my eyes this wonderful form resembling a woman kwa her grace and fluidity I saw coming toward me a tenderness as soft as the sweet morning breeze that awakens the flowers for thousands of years with their imba perfumes
when I saw it coming towards me I could not recognize in my moyo that she lived in exile in a form so gracefully indefinite embodied with the light touching her and the blue of the sky where I saw the sun rise was deeply melting in her immortal eyes - the scent emanating from everywhere in the musical movements of her essence filled the garden where she lived so naturally that it confused my senses with the simplest rose of the garden
Guy Gervais
« À la faveur du silence » - 2008
I awoke in the middle of my memories when the sun rose in her eyes I saw the morning after I do not know how many years of obscurity around me and sometimes my soul seemed so closely entwined with the original flame I no longer knew who I was if not this strange burning like diamond weighing all his celestial weight on life’s fragile axis
but when that shiver came over my forgotten body in the old-growth forests au savannas of a sunless virginity au among the polar snowfields whose life is a sublime waiting vibrating under the lights of the eternal cold, I felt so from my moyo the aroma of an invisible tenderness no wing did support any spring morning under the bluest skies in the hope both will surpass that came to my moyo from any known form au dimensionless time space au seeping into the unknown waters that we have watered while we were still undifferentiated and similar to the dust of the night which lively life was prepared to the eternal illusion and tenderness advanced with a barely perceptible movement on the steps of the stars that follow their courses in the light of the infinite immutable spaces
I did not know until later what came to me was named Bettina but before I could touch with my eyes this wonderful form resembling a woman kwa her grace and fluidity I saw coming toward me a tenderness as soft as the sweet morning breeze that awakens the flowers for thousands of years with their imba perfumes
when I saw it coming towards me I could not recognize in my moyo that she lived in exile in a form so gracefully indefinite embodied with the light touching her and the blue of the sky where I saw the sun rise was deeply melting in her immortal eyes - the scent emanating from everywhere in the musical movements of her essence filled the garden where she lived so naturally that it confused my senses with the simplest rose of the garden
His lifeless eyes look into the distant landscape of some new life.
Life that slipped away from his hands,
Joy that faded inside his weighted soul.
And I look at him with grief
Wondering why was his life so painful despite of my prayers.
Oh, I'm afraid to ask who is he talking to in this cruel loneliness
When only wind whispers a melody of sorrow...
His time has gone long ago,
But his eyes of blue ocean look toward a distant view of the unknown life...
Life he Lost in so many defeats
Scourged kwa the waves of restlessness.
Within his eyes of blue ocean I see these scars
That will remain forever in my soul
In deadness
I will sink
Alone
With a picture of a martyr
Who lived his life as if it wasn't his,
A martyr with eyes of deep blue ocean
In which I sank...
Life that slipped away from his hands,
Joy that faded inside his weighted soul.
And I look at him with grief
Wondering why was his life so painful despite of my prayers.
Oh, I'm afraid to ask who is he talking to in this cruel loneliness
When only wind whispers a melody of sorrow...
His time has gone long ago,
But his eyes of blue ocean look toward a distant view of the unknown life...
Life he Lost in so many defeats
Scourged kwa the waves of restlessness.
Within his eyes of blue ocean I see these scars
That will remain forever in my soul
In deadness
I will sink
Alone
With a picture of a martyr
Who lived his life as if it wasn't his,
A martyr with eyes of deep blue ocean
In which I sank...
The Cats stomp
The cars start to beep
The dragoni romp
However, this is on the outside world
The one full of undying mischief
Pens Of Promise
They definitely mean well
They shall never send wewe to the awful hell
Pens Of Promise
Shall they tell wewe your destiny?
Mine is already planned out for me
No one knows
The Glee and hope they brought me
Erica's dog has been killed
She grieved, she stood still
All I heard were the petrifying screams
While I was stuck in the endearing grief
But now that I found this pen
I write with it
I can tell chickens from hens
Painting out my life for me
It's all planned out
Don't wewe mortals see?
The ink they share
The lives they dare
No harm can become of you
If wewe follow them, only if wewe do
Can wewe become their leader?
Yes.
This can happen, but only at the rightful best
Because I have tamed these wild best
But they only serve
Me and only me.
that of all the sports I have tried
running and jumping hurdles
did not sit well with me.
I simply cannot keep up with you
for your pace quickens after every hurdle
even as they get higher,
wewe seem to pass over with ease.
I really want to keep up but alas
I realized that wewe are stronger than me,
smarter than me, braver than me,
then it was made known to me: I had no chance.
I just want wewe to be happy
and see the smile that first captivated me
the smile wewe make whilst doing what you've wanted,
even if it meant leaving me behind.
Someone once said,
"Success is about moving forward"
while conquering every trial
and learning from them…
I'm happy that you're successful,
I'm happy that you're happy,
I'm happy that we've met,
and it would make me happier if wewe looked back.
Stuck
Alone in my prison
Tongue bitten to hold
my screams
Smile worn to conceal
my fear
Free me from
this deep abyss
Save me from
this Lunar Eclipse
Take my pale
shaking hand
Collapse my
bindings to this
petrifying land
Frantic
the walls are closing in
moyo beating slowly
so slowly
Pull me from this
cave of sorrows
Please I want to
see tomorrow
Take my pale
shaking hand
Collapse my
bindings to this
petrifying land
I can
pull at my hair
I can
claw at the ground
I can
yank on my chains
I can
cringe at the sound
of the crying souls
I don't wanna jiunge them
I need your help
Will wewe take my pale shaking hand
and collapse my
bindings to this
petrifying land
-Nikki Fulfer
Alone in my prison
Tongue bitten to hold
my screams
Smile worn to conceal
my fear
Free me from
this deep abyss
Save me from
this Lunar Eclipse
Take my pale
shaking hand
Collapse my
bindings to this
petrifying land
Frantic
the walls are closing in
moyo beating slowly
so slowly
Pull me from this
cave of sorrows
Please I want to
see tomorrow
Take my pale
shaking hand
Collapse my
bindings to this
petrifying land
I can
pull at my hair
I can
claw at the ground
I can
yank on my chains
I can
cringe at the sound
of the crying souls
I don't wanna jiunge them
I need your help
Will wewe take my pale shaking hand
and collapse my
bindings to this
petrifying land
-Nikki Fulfer
In science we learned about the Higgs boson,
In social studies, economics;
Math taught me trigonometry
But to me they all make zaidi sense
Than do you
The mass of all your electrons
Does not add up to your essence –
Your smile in the summer,
Your eyes in the night,
The freckle below the corner of your left eye
And I heard once that maybe there were a billion Big Bangs
And only we survived –
I think it’s because the universe
Couldn’t kubeba to part with you
For as my fingers intertwine eternally with yours
And the cells of our bodies make love
I kiss that freckle and taste your matter –
The taste of infinity and rain –
And see that I don’t have to understand your composition
To upendo wewe as I do
In social studies, economics;
Math taught me trigonometry
But to me they all make zaidi sense
Than do you
The mass of all your electrons
Does not add up to your essence –
Your smile in the summer,
Your eyes in the night,
The freckle below the corner of your left eye
And I heard once that maybe there were a billion Big Bangs
And only we survived –
I think it’s because the universe
Couldn’t kubeba to part with you
For as my fingers intertwine eternally with yours
And the cells of our bodies make love
I kiss that freckle and taste your matter –
The taste of infinity and rain –
And see that I don’t have to understand your composition
To upendo wewe as I do