EN NOIR ET BLANC

Une image, un rêve, une promesse:
Il est le souffle de vie qui anime le silence.
Tout à coup, mon cœur rate un battement:
Il vit, mon vainqueur.
Comme un métronome qui dicte le rythme
Il me guide sur la bonne voie;
Il reste immobile, comme absorbé en son monde intérieur,
Perdu dans une autre dimension sublime et inaccessible
Où je ne suis qu’une ombre pâle,
Hypnotisée de sa beauté infinie.

 

© 2014 Fräulein H. & CanisTrigger Publishing (Sweden)
All rights reserved.

JM in Boise Idaho warming up

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LES COMMANDEMENTS DE L’AMOUR

L’amour assoiffé, douloureusement ombragé,
Imaginé, souffert, essayé.
L’amour asphyxié, déraillé, effacé,
Désactivé, remplacé, oublié.
L’amour qui nous donne des ordres
Et qui n’accepte pas l’insubordination.
L’amour poli, à la dérive, harcelé,
Interrogé, brûlé, exclu.
L’amour dévoré:
Rien d’autre ne compte.

© 2014 Fräulein H. & CanisTrigger Publishing (Sweden)
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TO JEAN-MICHEL (IF YOU WERE MADE OF VERSES)

The divine gift is in your hands
The breath of life is in your fingers
A single sound can melt the ice
A voice, a smile, and words that linger
Speak just for me, my darling
With softness and finesse
Together we shall ride the ocean
And I will be your temptress
Yield to temptation, my prince
Do not hesitate or ponder
Our bodies are like shields
Our souls are full of wonder
Divine is your touch, my Master
With dragons in your blood you rise
And every single dawn shall challenge
The very heart of beauty
With fire forever burning
In your deep and sultry eyes

© 2014 Fräulein H. & CanisTrigger Publishing (Sweden)
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♥Jean-Michel Labadie♥ (Photo credit: © Jarle H. Moe)

LES VAGUES DE MON ÂME

Les vagues m’engouffrent
Elles frappent la côte et dévorent les rochers
Enfin le silence des nuages reflétées dans l’eau
Le calme après la tempête
L’amour après la mort
Et mon cœur solitaire, perdu et noyé
Dans tout ce bleu irrésistible et violent

© 2014 Fräulein H. & CanisTrigger Publishing (Sweden)
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Photo credit: © Steven Neely

CATHEXIS

“Pick me! Pick me!” the little girl shouted
As a naughty gust of wind blew up her skirt
And the crowd held their breath and wondered
Whether the strappy young man would really pick her
Out of the horde of cardboard cut-outs on display

Waking up after such a bizarre dream was sweet
The day showed no further traces of nocturnal journeys
Into the hidden world of a vivid mind

But my dreams have no meaning
Unless a few uninvited demons appear
To distract me for a moment
From thoughts layered with honey

Is it really that hard to understand
The simple concept of a subconscious mind
Wasted in night dreams and visions
And constant drama?

This, I tell you, is life on my planet
Waking up to a new eidetic image
While reality for the rest of them
Is only a reoccurring nightmare
I did not create

© 2014 Fräulein H. & CanisTrigger Publishing (Sweden)
All rights reserved.

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