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.