Francois Bergh
where lost words come to rest in pieces…Archive for November, 2011
Death by chocolate
(Beware of headsplosion!)
I’m tired of this dreary place -
I want to get lost in your world:
I want to be drowned in pink tsunamies
Flooding with fluffy bunny-wunnies -
Adrift in the magical whimsical sweetness
Of kitties and puppies and snuggling mousies…
Lying with ladybirds – staring at clouds;
Seeing butterfly angels in fairytale fantasies -
And cozily curling and giggling out loud
At the wobbly-wiggling of the duckie-wuckies
I want to look out and make winks at the moon -
Dreaming sweet dreams of starry delight,
And grinning with glee at a joy-kindling sight;
Of dimple-cheeked babies with choco-sauce booties…
I want us to turn into marshmallow cuddles
So that you will hug me for now and for ever -
And once in a while just wishfully stealing
Deliciously silky-sweet candy-floss kisses…
Until my miserable noggin esplodes -
Erupting in colorful candy caresses…
Press pause
Hold your breath for a while
Close your eyes – dare to smile -
Feel the whole world passing by…
Let the wind arouse your hair
Savour the moment – do it with flair -
Succumb to seductive titillation…
Melt your motion into the ground
Become secluded – no one around -
Let the peace give you release…
Far from you
For every drop of rain
That fall into my face
I miss you with my heart
Which has an empty space…
I need you by my side
I need your sunny smile,
And the way you make me smile -
Can I wait another while?
I suck down the fresh, cold air
And pull my hand through my damp hair -
I know that life will leave me here
Because it is the thing I fear…
And there is nothing I can do
When I’m so far away from you -
I feel the distance tugging down,
I wish that I was with you now…
Warwind
The whispers of impending battle
Are breaking ground from crust -
The chafing calls of confrontation
Are rising from the thirsty sands
The mulling moist meanderings
Are oathing goading invitations -
The peaks of pregnant pressure
Are spilling over lazy valleys
The drums of war into the distance
Are beating provocative crescendos -
The clamoring thundering battle-calls
Are blanketing the world below
The maddened march of the gusty chariots
Are ripping through the ragged rainclouds -
The watery wounds of the wavering warriors
Are spilling-releasing from the gutted gashes
The fallen souls from the sanguineous skies
Are seeping so sweetly into the arid lands -
The earth is gulping and pulsating tributaries
Are filling anew for the next generation…
