Un poème que je viens juste de composer...
Babylone la belle, Babylone l’infâme,
Toi qui te fait passer pour une dame,
Toi qui m'enchaîne aux bords de tes fleuves
Dont, forcé par ta main, je m'abreuve ;
Toi, ô Babylone, déesse de la guerre,
Qui me contraint à boire tes eaux amères,
Ton sourire est une grimace effrontée
Mais malheur à toi ! Tes jours sont comptés.
Hélas je suis complice de tes caprices ;
Je t’ai aimé et j’ai aimé tes vices.
Longtemps tu m’as dirigé par tes fils,
Captivé par ta beauté mercantile.
Jadis tu fus belle, jadis tu fus reine,
Tu reçus une couronne en guise d’étrenne,
Mais, ingrate, tu la foulas à tes pieds
Et tu fis de l’injustice ton trépied.
Mais les cris des innocents que tu foules
Dans tes grandes cités d’or, où se déroulent
Les pires infamies contre l’orphelin
Et la veuve ne sont pas poussés en vain.
Tu marches sur le dos des misérables,
Dont le sang rend tes terres arables
Mais méfie-toi, ô reine des damnés
Tu moissonneras ce que tu as semé.
Car il y a du changement dans l’air ;
Tes fiers parfums ne masquent guère
L'odeur nauséabonde de ton cadavre;
Bientôt la tombe sera ton seul havre.
Tes petits ne seront jamais sevrés
De ton lait infanticide, suranné ;
Ton sein, jadis fécond, se flétrit déjà ;
Voilà que de ton règne l’on sonne le glas.
Tes disciples se pâment devant tes restes,
Pâlissent et flétrissent à cause de la peste
Qui émane de ton sombre mausolée ;
Jamais plus ne seront-ils cajolés.
Babylone la disparue ; qui l’eût cru ?
La fierté de l’Occident n’est plus.
Rouge coulent les fleuves de Babylone;
Écarlate sont les fleuves de Babylone!
Tim, septembre 2007
23.9.07
Snow
I remember writing this four years ago, on a cold and dark winter evening, with my candlestick heating my fingers and a steaming mug of tea warming my soul.
Her toes sink into the scarlet carpet;
From the dungeons to the highest turret
Torches twinkle dreamily in the halls
Candle wax forms scented waves as it falls.
Mulled wine and warm ale tickle her nostrils;
Out the windows she sees the snowy hills
Each flake falls from the sky like a falling star;
They powder the night like white feathers on tar.
Ermines and does softly run along the white;
The robin sleeps ; not a fear or a fight,
No shield no blade no horse's saddle
All is calm as a new born's craddle.
Yet icy tears freckle her burning cheeks
Bitter mourning has injured her for weeks
But her pain doesn't crumple her beauty,
Dark long hair and blue eyes : she stays pretty
She stares at the hills waiting for her love
She implores pity and help from Above
She dreams of his return, wakes up in tears
She can't get rid of her darkest fears
He'd sworn he'd return, his oath was sincere
So why isn't he back, why isn't he here?
Has the battlefield swallowed up her Knight?
Ghosts of his face haunt her throughout the night.
She wakes up at dawn, kissed by the sunlight
She looks out at the hills, so high so bright
She suddenly feels like a rainbow cloud
Her love is riding home, she shouts out loud
He looks up, halts in front of her window
Behind him, the crimson trail in the snow
Doesn't stop him from giving one last smile
He waves at her, says "See you in a while"
He falls off his horse, unto the soft ground
She wants to scream, her lips won't make a sound
Something under her chest violently dies
Silently but fatefully her soul cries
She feels her heart quiver, she feels so old
Her blood still flows but her body is cold
Without a sound she falls from the window
She's dead already when she hits the snow
The dead lovers sink into the white
The maroon pool is sucked by the sunlight
Two red doves slowly crawl out of the snow
Flap their wings and fly towards a rainbow
Tim, December 2003
Her toes sink into the scarlet carpet;
From the dungeons to the highest turret
Torches twinkle dreamily in the halls
Candle wax forms scented waves as it falls.
Mulled wine and warm ale tickle her nostrils;
Out the windows she sees the snowy hills
Each flake falls from the sky like a falling star;
They powder the night like white feathers on tar.
Ermines and does softly run along the white;
The robin sleeps ; not a fear or a fight,
No shield no blade no horse's saddle
All is calm as a new born's craddle.
Yet icy tears freckle her burning cheeks
Bitter mourning has injured her for weeks
But her pain doesn't crumple her beauty,
Dark long hair and blue eyes : she stays pretty
She stares at the hills waiting for her love
She implores pity and help from Above
She dreams of his return, wakes up in tears
She can't get rid of her darkest fears
He'd sworn he'd return, his oath was sincere
So why isn't he back, why isn't he here?
Has the battlefield swallowed up her Knight?
Ghosts of his face haunt her throughout the night.
She wakes up at dawn, kissed by the sunlight
She looks out at the hills, so high so bright
She suddenly feels like a rainbow cloud
Her love is riding home, she shouts out loud
He looks up, halts in front of her window
Behind him, the crimson trail in the snow
Doesn't stop him from giving one last smile
He waves at her, says "See you in a while"
He falls off his horse, unto the soft ground
She wants to scream, her lips won't make a sound
Something under her chest violently dies
Silently but fatefully her soul cries
She feels her heart quiver, she feels so old
Her blood still flows but her body is cold
Without a sound she falls from the window
She's dead already when she hits the snow
The dead lovers sink into the white
The maroon pool is sucked by the sunlight
Two red doves slowly crawl out of the snow
Flap their wings and fly towards a rainbow
Tim, December 2003
Aux Oubliés
Ô Coeur, morose oublié de notre jeunesse,
Foulé par le pied ranci d'affreux vieillards
Tu pleures, dépouillé de ton antique noblesse,
Vainement consolé par des louanges rares!
Le Coeur morose est oublié de la jeunesse.
Ô Âme, tu es la clef d'une vie d'arc-en-ciel,
Tu es le sel des viandes dures et amères,
Tu es notre vin, notre Muse, notre miel,
Tu es de l'ennui, de la douleur mon Cerbère!
Ô Âme, tu es la clef d'une vie d'arc-en-ciel!
Ô Art, inutile rideau, beau comme les flammes,
Plus riches que les monarques, plus beau que Narcisse,
Tu es l'humble Serviteur du Coeur et de l'Âme
Et tu embaumes le Corps, que le front tu déplisses.
Ô Art, inutile rideau, brûle comme les flammes!
Ô Rire, toi qui subjugues le sang même de Bacchus,
Tu brilles là où le Soleil a perdu espoir,
Et peut transformer tout cadavre en Aengus;
Tu confortes les yeux encore plus que le Noir.
Ô Rire, tu subjugues le sang même de Bacchus!
Ô Corps, divin cocon si souvent maltraité,
Tu es la victime de l'hypocrite dévot,
Tu es la tombe du voleur jamais arrêté;
Peu connaissent ton prix, peu savent ce que tu vaux,
Cher Corps, divin cocon si souvent maltraité!
Ô toi Yawheh, à Tes doux pieds je m'incline,
Tremblant comme une feuille, transparent comme un nuage;
Toi auquel toute mon essence je destine,
Que pleuve sur ta couronne une armée d'hommages!
Ô toi Yahweh, à Tes saints pieds je m'incline!
Tim, 2004 (?)
Foulé par le pied ranci d'affreux vieillards
Tu pleures, dépouillé de ton antique noblesse,
Vainement consolé par des louanges rares!
Le Coeur morose est oublié de la jeunesse.
Ô Âme, tu es la clef d'une vie d'arc-en-ciel,
Tu es le sel des viandes dures et amères,
Tu es notre vin, notre Muse, notre miel,
Tu es de l'ennui, de la douleur mon Cerbère!
Ô Âme, tu es la clef d'une vie d'arc-en-ciel!
Ô Art, inutile rideau, beau comme les flammes,
Plus riches que les monarques, plus beau que Narcisse,
Tu es l'humble Serviteur du Coeur et de l'Âme
Et tu embaumes le Corps, que le front tu déplisses.
Ô Art, inutile rideau, brûle comme les flammes!
Ô Rire, toi qui subjugues le sang même de Bacchus,
Tu brilles là où le Soleil a perdu espoir,
Et peut transformer tout cadavre en Aengus;
Tu confortes les yeux encore plus que le Noir.
Ô Rire, tu subjugues le sang même de Bacchus!
Ô Corps, divin cocon si souvent maltraité,
Tu es la victime de l'hypocrite dévot,
Tu es la tombe du voleur jamais arrêté;
Peu connaissent ton prix, peu savent ce que tu vaux,
Cher Corps, divin cocon si souvent maltraité!
Ô toi Yawheh, à Tes doux pieds je m'incline,
Tremblant comme une feuille, transparent comme un nuage;
Toi auquel toute mon essence je destine,
Que pleuve sur ta couronne une armée d'hommages!
Ô toi Yahweh, à Tes saints pieds je m'incline!
Tim, 2004 (?)
Impatience
Je nage dans un océan brumeux,
M'asphyxiant avec docile extase,
Flottant sur les nuages sinueux,
Papillonant vers toi comme Pégase;
Mes ailes battent mais elles sont alourdies
Par les lourds filets laissés par le Temps;
Mon esprit rêvasse mais est engourdi
Comme la première jonquille du Printemps.
Mais mon coeur est plus vivant que jamais,
Et si sans cesse je ne te clamais
Des doux "Je t'aime, ma petite Princesse",
Alors sans aucun doute il crèverait,
Et donc jamais plus je ne rêverais:
Toute ma vie ne serait que détresse.
Tim, 10/07/04
M'asphyxiant avec docile extase,
Flottant sur les nuages sinueux,
Papillonant vers toi comme Pégase;
Mes ailes battent mais elles sont alourdies
Par les lourds filets laissés par le Temps;
Mon esprit rêvasse mais est engourdi
Comme la première jonquille du Printemps.
Mais mon coeur est plus vivant que jamais,
Et si sans cesse je ne te clamais
Des doux "Je t'aime, ma petite Princesse",
Alors sans aucun doute il crèverait,
Et donc jamais plus je ne rêverais:
Toute ma vie ne serait que détresse.
Tim, 10/07/04
Still Water
Does the cry of the songbird leave you unmoved?
Do things have to be seen for them to be proved?
Does the rising sun bring nothing but dread
Of yet one more day you will count for dead?
Are dreams but a faded childish game?
Is your heart like a lion you cannot tame,
Wildly fighting ev'ry scent and colour
Dumbly ignoring ev'ry shade and odour?
Is your life an elegy without a melody,
An unfortunate sacrifice without a body?
Are you a faustian tragedy,
Have you swapped your Soul for easy money?
Drip by drip, the hourglass spits
All will be over in a blitz
And what will you have left down here,
But disappointment, tears and fear?
***
Set sail before your ship sinks
Take wing before comes the storm.
Tim, 19/01/06
Do things have to be seen for them to be proved?
Does the rising sun bring nothing but dread
Of yet one more day you will count for dead?
Are dreams but a faded childish game?
Is your heart like a lion you cannot tame,
Wildly fighting ev'ry scent and colour
Dumbly ignoring ev'ry shade and odour?
Is your life an elegy without a melody,
An unfortunate sacrifice without a body?
Are you a faustian tragedy,
Have you swapped your Soul for easy money?
Drip by drip, the hourglass spits
All will be over in a blitz
And what will you have left down here,
But disappointment, tears and fear?
***
Set sail before your ship sinks
Take wing before comes the storm.
Tim, 19/01/06
Requiem #1
The lack of words that come to my mind is appalling
As if my brain was a huge furnace burning
Burning, melting, melding concepts, ideas and thoughts
Into a cast-iron skeleton of emptiness
A void as cold, as winter gale on naked skin
Reaching, stretching deep and far within
Yet what I have I have, what I've got I've got
Far behind is the barkless tree's loneliness
My Soul is rocked to life's bitter-sweet lullaby
Up and down, to and fro, wet and dry
It is seemingly inexorable to slip off the deck
And sink into the dark blue ocean of gloom
I never get a firm enough grip around the mast
Nor do the clear blue heavens seem to last
Yet when I think I am destined to shipwreck
A Hand always saves me from eternal doom
The Giver of Life has showered me with gold
More than I deserve, more than I can hold
Yet my ungrateful discontented human nature
Leaves me high and dry, wretched and naked
And sucks me down a whirlpool of ego
Wave after wave; and then away I go
Rejoicing in my own selfish rapture
Taking all and everything for granted
Tonight teach me your favourite dance
Let me skip in a demented trance
Around your totem and around the clock
Pray accept the incense that you are due
For I've seen you dance the dance of love
And I've heard you sing sounds from Above
That ensnare and caress and embrace and shock
Forever, Supreme Lover, keep me close to you
Tim, 07/12/04 - (recovered, continued and finished 19/01/06)
As if my brain was a huge furnace burning
Burning, melting, melding concepts, ideas and thoughts
Into a cast-iron skeleton of emptiness
A void as cold, as winter gale on naked skin
Reaching, stretching deep and far within
Yet what I have I have, what I've got I've got
Far behind is the barkless tree's loneliness
My Soul is rocked to life's bitter-sweet lullaby
Up and down, to and fro, wet and dry
It is seemingly inexorable to slip off the deck
And sink into the dark blue ocean of gloom
I never get a firm enough grip around the mast
Nor do the clear blue heavens seem to last
Yet when I think I am destined to shipwreck
A Hand always saves me from eternal doom
The Giver of Life has showered me with gold
More than I deserve, more than I can hold
Yet my ungrateful discontented human nature
Leaves me high and dry, wretched and naked
And sucks me down a whirlpool of ego
Wave after wave; and then away I go
Rejoicing in my own selfish rapture
Taking all and everything for granted
Tonight teach me your favourite dance
Let me skip in a demented trance
Around your totem and around the clock
Pray accept the incense that you are due
For I've seen you dance the dance of love
And I've heard you sing sounds from Above
That ensnare and caress and embrace and shock
Forever, Supreme Lover, keep me close to you
Tim, 07/12/04 - (recovered, continued and finished 19/01/06)
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