L'âme et Les Rêves

Waiting by the door
They knock.
The sound deafening inside
Looking for a place to hide
.
Earnest soul runs
Bouncing off walls
Emptying spaces haunting
Second by second, task daunting
.
If the door caves
They enter with all might
White light or black, no matter
Soul will end up like a mad hatter
.
Pushing by the door
They knock.
The sound, calm outside
Shuffling of gloves, ready to fight
.
Naked soul obsesses
Memories flashing, lightning fast
Alter-ego being called upon
Some stick to hold till dawn
.
Walls closing in and out
Clouds thundering threateningly
Menacing sound of barking hound
It's about to happen, the showdown
.
White dreams enter first
Reason as their weapon
Promises of happiness flowing
Benevolent life, future glowing
.
The soul ready to strike
"Words are wind, my friend"
Whites slaughtered, piece by piece
Soul's effort, not more than breeze
.
Now black dreams stroll in
The stare of death, stride of might
Reason, not their game
Benevolence, not their fame
.
The soul, caught by the throat
Pierced and carved
Till its core emerged, awake
That core, for the blacks to take
.
Tired soul rests
Resistance was worthy
The whites, the nobles, lay cut around
Only solace, they're salvation bound
.
Deeper soul laughs
The battle was brutal
Finally after all these years
Dreams. The Black. The Dark. The Victorious.

A Shot of Mist

PROLOGUE

"Do you love me" she asked
"Yes, but it's my kind of love"
"And what's that?"
"I don't know what's that but I know what it isn't"
"Okay, and..."
"It's not your kind of love"
"Sounds like a 'NO' to me"
"I know"
"That's rude"
"Love is in the actions"
"Why not in words then?"
"Because it's my kind of love"
"You're just playing with words, and me"
"I'm not. I love you"
"Just like that! No feelings, nothing?"
"Well that's my kind of..."
"Ya ya I know"
"Great"
"My bad I even asked"
"I was wondering the same"


A SHOT OF MIST

Small bursts of happiness
Or lifetime of okay?
None, says the depressed soul
None, says the optimist
None, says the drunk poet
With a shot of mist

Love, of one kind only
If not, it's not
Shallow, this thought to be true
Heart, with the depths it has got

Small bursts of misery
Or lifetime of happiness?
None, says the wanderer
None, says the pessimist
None, says the drunk poet
With a shot of mist

THE CRASH

THE CRASH

Not the kick I was expecting
Toe stepped on
The pain wouldn’t stop affecting
Looking for a corner to lean on

First impact, caught unaware
What the hell, split second reaction
Just running the usual route
Where did it come from, this faction

Now falling on the ground
Macro picture flashing
Future what it could have been
How now it would not be seen

Why did I fell for it
My friend Jerry luring me in
This crazy game of run and catch
Even when the light was dim

It was a holiday
Humans all around
My playground no more
Fast steps as they hound

Damn you Jerry, my dream is shattered
My toe is crushed, fur battered
Couldn’t see who it was
Saving the bright blue shoe
And another cat painted on it
One of us, but with orange hue
Heard a noise, surprised shout
Scurrying to the bushes I ran
Did the human also suffer?
Continue running, hope it can

Damn you Jerry, my dream is shattered
More mental agony, don’t feel flattered
Next week’s finale, ‘teasing the dog’
Won’t be at my best at troubling the hog

I have a reputation to keep
The whole cat community aware
Champ of the street
Never beware
Now competition smells blood
Will be slow, reflexes stubborn
My title defence, can’t take chances
Mental strength to summon

Damn you Jerry, my dream is shattered
Or is it?
Don’t worry son, we’re still good
Innit?
Games come and go
Friends stay forever
Not to be taken for granted
Friendship needs endeavour

We stay and play, Tom and Jerry the great
Life’s too short to hate
But next time you fall
And your senses are scattered
Always remember, because of you Jerry
Damn, my dream is shattered