une poésie différente

Dessus de ma tête…

. lift .

Drop
Drop
We Drop
Don’t remain
Pull the light from inside out
And so now we’ll take the fight
Take the flight above to space to look down upon our souls
We finally enjoy ourselves since we've overthrown…

Rise
Rise
We Rise
To slowly dying lights
Of the stars' embrace (our only glowing hope)
And since we now rule above all else
We're tense and turning, nervous of all that hell burns
And so it goes, we're out of reasons to lastly prove our worth.

Fall
Fall
We Fall
Farther down
Give back the light from inside out
Understanding is not our strength
We bear not the strength to wish upon peace and beautiful sites
Begin again, we continue, descend, and yearn to give back our lives.

-tiscal.

Trois semaines plus...

...until we're off to Europe. France, Barcelona, Italy, Switzerland, London, and hopefully a quick one-up to Belgium and Amsterdam. If only it could be open-ended. Well, before we jet across the pond I leave these for my thoughts:

. n o u v e a u .
A braille setting - stones
Darks contrasting dims
With light pouring in
All angles, see angles
Diagonal thoughts that bend to you
Nous

We walk in, through, and out
Darling, dear
I am timid with the fear and must cry out
Beginnings do end
Unseen unknown we think we don't
I know we won't
So I hug you close
And hold my soul so close to your heart
I will never leave a heart to weep for me

Quietly packed in warm coves of winter
I catch her sight, release and regain
Tomorrow falls ages away
With a day behind us
A century in front
I've decided my future, for now
Done

Et cette...

. r u s h a .
Heart pacing with the beat steady sound
Low and consistent, under constant pressure down
The pistons lack the leverage - what you get is what you get
Turn over and roll sideways
Forever without regret
Regret that we burn, for the next way to wave
Along with the sea of trains
Commuters rush the platforms careless
Flipping on edges of concrete steel hedges
Only to turn with a fall to the ground
Pitiless stares smirk carelessly now
And then, now a bend
Face the crowds and get up again
You keep to yourself, they pass on the moment
Free, so free - to continue your journey (to continue on home)

Plenty more will come during and après mon voyage. My love to all in need or want.
tiscal.

weeks for secrecy

somehow I've had this poem for weeks sitting on my blackberry, waiting to be properly typed out. I've read it over and over on my commutes, wondering what it actually means. So many times I write just free flowing, wondering what will come and how it will be interpreted; what form it will take in another's thought patterns. So weeks have passed and here I sit blathering about my hopes and interests. N joi

tu as moi.

Her body was devoured by the fall forever leaves
Encircling the circumference like a lone river-bound weed
The tease and the feed crumble inside our hands
But our hands came from the forever tree
Demanding the leaves that land

Tomorrow goes past with little to forget
Remembrances induced while the sounds of morning
Swept over the weeds and the terns
Of the far flown mountaneous caves
Returning the echo to children afar
Yet close enough to behave

Les Reves, les reves
Abound and roaming free
Trap and capture my memories

Awake! Awake!
Tear the sleep from golden eyes
We've come to see you, Miracle
With lightly broken rhyme

And we should walk to continue
But we run all the same
Sometimes we should all slow down
For the forever tree's sake

For one lost leaf tears a small strip from bark
But the bark reigns cherished, as it was forever your heart

-tiscal.

asseyez-vous

Sur le train ce soir - français dans mes oreilles, musique dans mon âme . . .

Ma chienne
Best friend
Sad and happy
Together and tragic (lovely)
Kingdoms come and go with her
Attract and turn together in twos
Viola loves the end
Violin loves the chin
Connect, check, liason for the rest
Small worlds take time to place their bets
On knowing and returning odds to please
Too many know too much to seek
Grown up, grow up quicker than the rest
Growing restless
Sometimes it's just too much . . .
Too fast

Understand, comprehend
Follow suit and cash in
THE END / le fin

-tiscal.

je ne sais pas

Home sick or homesick. Old English inspired something in me (and not the 40oz, as I wish I could even stomach it) . . .

Patter, splatter
A mid-afternoon rain
Light on the face, coloring skies
Stay in the lines
Jump side to side
But leave . . . the puddles for me
My 5-year-old known
For the time being

And the child grows up
Youth fails to dust
A man – born to be level
He must
Follow & lead
The child needs
Rebirth from a death – encircle to sea

The water weighs all
Splatters the wall
Littering light; as sun succeeds the fall
traveling weight
with the rise – evaporate
And take with the shimmer
The light just found littered
A place to find youthful eyes
When colors change age, patter and grow

Be reborn from a death
Reborn from a step
From nature,
Time will go on, yet still

For a moment . . . still . . . kept

-tiscal.

Interesting

A quick nighttime blurb from last night -

A tattoo makes me see
Paint it on and watch it bleed
It is permanence
Like your heart inside my chest

Any chest breathing hard
Deep, the sun-filled world
Eyes open, close
Embrace the night-filled world
Halogen times; mix ground and skies
Capping in the middle
From the sense that rise

Too hard and too quick
Lights change and times flip
With reverance we remain
Fitted while the rest change

And frame follows frame
But ours stay
Forests shadow green
And our ocean still - floats another day

-tiscal.

a little drums, a little love

Got home last night. Planned on having a little dinner, walking the dog and relaxing; maybe study some more French and do some laundry. No, of course not. Creativity bites us in the face and forbids us to do anything until work gets done.

So, alas. I began listening, mixing, adding, writing and all that fun stuff to "il combat fatigué". Good ol' Chris R. of course told me not to touch it, and that immediately means do more to it. Haha, honestly, I had known for a while that I had wanted to add these other little tid bits to this track. So here's a little posting of it. I'm keeping the old one up for now just for A/B purposing, but I think the differences are noticeable.

il combat fatigué 0915


Quick lyric change as well (but not reflected in this version). In the bridge the letters are now:

Where life folds like a game
Time takes Place
Up, Down, Checkmate
Despite their failures
The gates remain (for another king)

More new tracks to come. All scratch of course. And to all my music friends, keep doing what you do. Send me tracks, send me ideas. Playing solo gets REAL old after awhile. I miss people telling me my music sucks, change it, flip the bridge and chorus, put your foot in it, etc. Enough, see everyone soon.

a bientôt,
chris.