Other Poetries
& My Story.

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Strange preferences
Incomprehensible Dreams
Unaccountable Tastes
Unseen phenomena
Our Flaws
And irrational Emotions
And our all-too-human Selves.
Love. _
Strange preferences
Incomprehensible Dreams
Unaccountable Tastes
Unseen phenomena
Our Flaws
And irrational Emotions
And our all-too-human Selves.
Love. _
Strange preferences
Incomprehensible Dreams
Unaccountable Tastes
Unseen phenomena
Our Flaws
And irrational Emotions
And our all-too-human Selves.
Love. _
Strange preferences
Incomprehensible Dreams
Unaccountable Tastes
Unseen phenomena
Our Flaws
And irrational Emotions
And our all-too-human Selves.
Love.
_Now,
I’ll see you in every Bird.
We Are. Beautiful



Close Your Eyes.
You’ll Wake up.
Amen.
As the saying goes, the treasure doesn't do the hunting

_As the saying goes,
The treasure doesn't do the hunting.


Silence.

Imaginary Harmonies
Lingering.

A Symphony
Frozen.

These Imaginary
Doubles & Harmonies
[...]

_See.
There is.
A REFINED HEROISM


_They say
the opposite
Of Addiction is connection.
- [ ]
_How and What are connected :

One leads to the other.
_Blue.
The beauty that is of earth,
and do not shun.
Our Poetries.

Some Where(s)
A United Common.



Close Your Eyes.
You’ll Wake up.

_Where the grass is greener.
- « And the House, of course, shook
- And God’s far storms
- Rumbled over their hearts, divining much,
- Now We gather, Again. »


_How and What are connected :

_They say
the opposite
of Addiction is Connection.
One leads to the other

SomeWhere (s)
A Sacred Common.

Close Your Eyes.
You’ll Wake up.
_I always thought it was Beautiful.
Not seeming, but Being.
_
Strange preferences
Incomprehensible Dreams
Unaccountable Tastes
Unseen phenomena
Our Flaws
And irrational Emotions
And our all-too-human Selves.
Strange preferences
Incomprehensible Dreams
Unaccountable Tastes
Unseen phenomena
Our Flaws
And irrational Emotions
And our all-too-human Selves.
Strange preferences
Incomprehensible Dreams
Unaccountable Tastes
Unseen phenomena
Our Flaws
And irrational Emotions
And our all-too-human Selves.
Strange preferences
Incomprehensible Dreams
Unaccountable Tastes
Unseen phenomena
Our Flaws
And irrational Emotions
And our all-too-human Selves.

AMEN.


 A

Layers of Time.Long,
Times.
Patience.
Where the light comes from.
About Time.
Our Present echoes.
An Increased echo.
We echo.
_How and What are connected :
One leads to the other.
Linked as by ethereal  cords.

A variance on the surfaces.
An invitation.
I invite,
You. Now, See.
An inquest.
And speaking, silently. Listening carefully, become an echo room.
You have to listen.
Discover futures, identities, and feelings that have no names or natures preceding them.
We create, together
a large scale visionary sensor —through and into—
the realms of the invisible and the impossible.
— An endless journey to the unknown. We will be sharing.
Highlighting the specific echoes, of our environment, its vibrations.
The ones we see. Now, See.
We abstract. Abstraction.
Reveals our process of invisibilization of the visible.
Complexities and paradoxes.
It is a language, a transfer, a reception.
We answer questions implied within and underneath.
Discover the world through a brand new scope of visions
made of instinctive, intuitive, and cerebral matters.
A creation in movement. A communion of creations.
a complex canvas moving, each invisible thread participates in its coherence
thus guaranteeing an infinite multiplicity.

— Each thread allows when we touch it,
to see and feel a particular harmony which is unknown,
inimitable, unique.
Creation is vibrating.
Twist of Faith. In Silence.
A communion.
— An encounter, a dream, a fleeting thought, an invented color,
the skin we barely touch, we scrub, we scratch,
our skin, or someone else’s, makes it echo
and create symphonies, perpetually new. —
Your variances on the surface.
My variances on the surface.
Ours. Patience.
And speaking, silently.
Twist of Faith. In Silence.
A communion.
Here.
We are.

‘The _A’ INVITATION #0001 with An Lalemant
An invitation from me. :- )




HOME. AA Steadies the gaze.

These little things
that aren’t little.
She makes them vibrate
Long before they
Impose themselves.
From 8am
From 5pm
Until
Someone is coming
To Her.
New lines
We
Cherish.
Our Loving eyes. Invite, You.
See,
you.
Don’t look. See.
Sea.
Sink in. Contemplate.
A variance on the surface.
The last lights,
From something that will disappear,
New promises of brightness. To appear.
Dive in. enter.
The Print left beneath
Moments, of Smooth power.
Vibrating on the surface.
Intangible Particles
Echoing.
Fragmentations of Us.  
There is a light. Of an Echo.
« Light. the natural agent that
stimulates sight and makes things
visible. »
Echoed reflection.
Layers of Time.Long,
Times.
Her Patience.
Awaiting, for the light to Come. Lights come.
From, Time.
About Time.
Bright Lights; when day And night are equal. Sunny moments.
Our season.
Warm lights, Silken comfort.
Make luminous the lines
Make luminous the nights
Our Home.
Traces of dissociation
Echoes of reflections.
We drive it Home;
Fragmentations Of our echoes.
Twist of faith
A twist of her gaze, A twist of Our gaze.
Love averts sedulously, the sea ordains.
Now, See.
In silence, we talk.
AA steadies the gaze.



#05


The unsaid
Remaining silence
We shut
Down
Remaining diaphanous, You Remain.
And Fragile.
Our elusive
Merging composition.
Our common
Unaccountable Loves
Unseen phenomena
Our Story.
Our irrational fears
And our human Selves.
And unacceptable trauma.
We try.
Loving.
Whatever we feel
Evaporating.
Unsaid.

from The Blue 2022.





The treasures.
Other Poetries
& Our Story.
Real is Rare.
Strange preferences
Incomprehensible Dreams
Unaccountable Tastes
Unseen phenomena
Our Flaws
And irrational Emotions
And our too-human Selves.
Love. _
Strange preferences
Incomprehensible Dreams
Unaccountable Tastes
Unseen phenomena
Our Flaws
And irrational Emotions
And our too-human Selves.
Love. _
Strange preferences
Incomprehensible Dreams
Unaccountable Tastes
Unseen phenomena
Our Flaws
And irrational Emotions
And our too-human Selves.
Love. _
Strange preferences
Incomprehensible Dreams
Unaccountable Tastes
Unseen phenomena
Our Flaws
And irrational Emotions
And our too-human Selves.
Love.
_Now,
I’ll see you in every Bird.
We Are. Beautiful.
Love.
_Now,
I’ll see you in every Bird.
We Are. Beautiful.
Close Your Eyes.
Amen.

Close Your Eyes.

Amen.

BLEUE #000

She’s Blue. _
Like painters,
compose
The beauty of yours,
And do not shun.
_Make Luminous the Night.
Love steadies the Gaze.
_The arms where I learnt to adore.
Reaching for Air.
I feel
The ocean
Is Evaporating.
Yellower the sun.
Tuned to harmony by us.
_Dwell in Infinity
Merging.
_Muse
Nourishing.
The Fluid Kind.
Slower Heart Beats
Subordinate _Lungs.
You
Originate _The Air.
The Ocean is Evaporating.
The Fable of intelligible Possible
_Love.
The arms where I learnt to Adore.
_Let the Muse lead the way.

Close Your Eyes.

You’re Awake.
Asleep.
Silent, a token of our trade.
In silence, pretence.



from The Blue 2021.







Like painters,
Compose.

The beauty of the Earth.




_Love still is and still does.
Close Your Eyes.

You’ll Wake up.

_Je t’Aime.







from The Blue 2021.
One day

>

_A Flower would grow.
Up the hill.
Down
To yours.
>

One day
In silence
From anywhere near
Only a
Souvenir.






from Everything.

_VOID #10







( I hate my seasons today. I hate what i just did to myself and what I did not dare doing.

I have never felt this lonely  in years. Feeling that nobody care at all. I feel lonely, alone and lonely, so much that I want to die. )




My heart is all locked up. My back hurts.

The very Last cells of it are dead.

I do not feel anything anymore.

I can’t feel, it’s not beating anymore. I hate that.

My chest hurts. So much.

I hate that. So much.

I miss you. So much.

I can’t feel anything anymore for anyone. I hate that.

I miss you. I feel I could love you forever. I hate that.

If you don’t love me as much as I do.

I want to die.

It hurts.

I thought it will pass.

My heart is squeezed. I hate it.

I hate you. I wish I do. I love you.

Still.







from The Voids 2019.



_VOID #04







Birds cry,

Waves crash,

Sun burns,

The stars align.

Nothing.




_Black arises.

My hands burn.

A Sliding door,




_Buried thoughts.







from The Voids 2019.


VOID #05




The Void

Surrounds

And delicately

Touches

You.




_Tenderly, softly




There will always

_Remain

Something.    

That needs to be

Accomplished.

The Invisibles

Are felt,




_The invisibles.




Lost in the realms

Of the unseen.




_We ignore.

They govern.




_We fall.

Shattered.

A tangible

Cell







_From

The infinite.




                              from The Voids 2019.










THE

LOVE LETTERS

18/06/2022.




(…)And, for tonight, I’ll continue with this.

I  am  scared too, even terrified sometimes. For more distinctive reasons than yours. However, I fear everything much less since I’ve read your last message.

Helping you, supporting you, if you can tell me every time, just like you’ve just done, how/what you feel and to that degree of genuineness and sincerity, I can say that I am not scared anymore, at all. I want to do it all over again, like that, forever.

The beauty of a master piece resides Into the amount of time, the

mountains of beauty, the valleys of patience, the rivers of authenticity and

vulnerabilities we put Into it. As much as the love we withdraw  from within each stroke of the hand. , the love, the comprehension and the patience that you give this One to. (…)»

« it is you, it has always been you. It took me a while to see it and I choose to take enough time to apprehend it, rethinking it, everything about it, and considering what could be the/our futur together. (Predicting something bright molded out of intensity)

_I created the Rainbows.

Misapprehend

Along the way.

Little things that aren’t Little.




You’ll have to learn

To smile again, mon Amour.







Farewell.
THE

LOVE LETTERS

14/06/2022. 11:00pm




«I am not feeling well Agathe.

I had an awful day, I’ve been drowning in work.

I feel lost.

Irresistibly,

i come back to you

but I am terrified.

I still don’t have everything figured out,

I’m far from this yet.

You  helped  me,  a  lot,  

and  supported  me.  

Certainly  it  must  have  been  very, very  tough…

I do not want to hurt you/Us

ever again.

Never Ever.

Tonight everything’s confused.

I am going to sleep.

I’ll call you

Tomorrow.»

I never did. Again.









Farewell.

_FLUIDS #01







Black arose.

My shadow through your light,




Our shadows,

_Bridging thoughts.




You see me.

_I saw you.


Ashes of Brain.







from The Thoughts 2020.
_FLUIDS #06







A Sudden Alchemy

Bridging thoughts

Black arises

Light Explodes.




Ashes of Brain.







from The Fluids 2020.







 
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