stray parvenu stay

Pride and humility, they are on the same page, on days of silence

they share, in the wooden library.


Greek slang meets French along with English way of speech

too many cooks in one head I have become swelled,

a parvenu, caught in my own gone spell



I have lost my touch and No I have felt not

because Humility tonight speaks in dis-drain,,

The Down of the wheel has led myself astray,,,

into a grande damme, a peacock, that wants to speak all the same:


"when you look at her she will not speak,

when you shall caress her soul then she sings"




I forgot that if you remember

that you forgot you do escape doomsday

with a bit of foolish rhyme and rocks to walk removed from my favorite bay

I jump on ghosts of souless sand and sea-spray...


Now remember what it was to be when it was a young day

Foolish and astray I mispell my present say

but now I shall believe the older and in the oldest day

where I my rock removed from sea to stop the wave.

wading in limen in wonder

You are alone. Some times.

ANd yet not. There is you. Me.

I am telling you that what matters is not that you are.

What matters is the times you wake up from the dream you are not.

But you are not. And are. And I. I am a fake or a true force within you

that tells you what you want. And what you want changes with seconds

and you want you back and you never return the same second as the previous one back.


And that which you love shines it is your little game, not a consolation, a game that you know how to play very well with words, and you shall juggle them

into the right mode of lonely less

there is love beyond language and there is no word for it

and for that reason alone you may me smile.