28 avr. 2015


Distract me

Help me forget
Fill my ears with nonsense
so I don't have to hear them pleading.

Just for a while
Help me forget
Fill my eyes with a blur of colours and ridiculous images
so I don't have to see
the ugly truth.

For as long as possible
Let me forget
Fill my mind with drivel
so I don't have to think
and wonder
what I can do to help.


Help me forget.

Drown me in music
Let me fly so high
I won't see the world below

Distract me
Make me laugh so hard
I can no longer hear the cries of the grieving

Spin me round
allow me to dance
until my feet bled
until my knees break
until I can no longer breathe
no longer feel
no longer think

And I collapse
like a big lump
on the dance floor
Unaware of the crowd
gathering outside
begging for help.

Help me forget
Make me numb

The weight of the world
feels too heavy for my little shoulders

And I need
to sleep
to rest
to forget

To believe
Everything will be alright
in the morning.

23 avr. 2015


Distract me 

Help me forget
Make me believe that it's not as bad as it seems.
Make me believe that
       Together We Can Do So Much
and that there's still hope
for a better world.

Pull the blinds down
Block out the world
and the news
   of war
     and hate
         and destruction.

Block out the ignorance that rules most of this
      Wonderful World
we live in.

Take me in your arms
Hold me
Until nothing is left
   but you
   and me 
   and love. 

I want to be ignorant.
I don't want to know
that we're headed toward destruction.

At least for a moment, let me keep my head down
and ignore the cries of the lost
  the hurt
     the mislead.

Cover my ears with your loving hands 
so all I can hear are your slow breaths
    in time 
         with my own.

Cover my eyes
so all I can see are the lines on the palms of your hands
telling the story of your life.

Cover my lips with your own
so there is nothing left to be said
no words to remind us of the outside world.

And together
  we will step off the wheel
for a moment            or an eternity. 

Leave the race behind
and forget our humanity.

Just for a moment
Make me forget.

5 févr. 2015


A choir of hippie songs       resonnating in my mind.

All we are saying, is give peace a chance! 
      Love is all you need! 

Come on, people now. Smile on your brother. Everybody get together, try to love one another right now!

These troubled times
My troubled mind
Seek an easy answer      to all the hate.

Quand les hommes vivront d'amour...

La réponse est là      partout    si simple

Mais tellement compliquée qu'on l'a oubliée
à force de se démarquer
à force de pousser pour dépasser la masse.

On a oublié comment s'aimer.

On a oublié que
sous nos différences

on est tous

26 janv. 2015


Late night, beautiful night, with inspiring people, and yet all I could come up with when I started writing was this depressing little poem... Still, I share it, because it's what I promised myself I would do more of this year... 

I'm like a haunted house
full of memories and shadows
of regrets and bad aftertastes.
I'm a room full of shadows
of secrets and unsaid words.
I'm like a music box that's forgotten its tune.
I'm a carousel that stopped turning long ago
that hasn't heard the peel of a child's laughter in too long.
I'm like a haunted house
full of empty rooms and hollow hallways
that even the ghosts have abandoned. 

7 janv. 2015

Hope - a very short story

J'ai les émotions à fleur de peau aujourd'hui, après les événements à Paris. Je n'ai pas les mots pour dire comment je me sens par rapport à l'état de notre monde, mais j'avais besoin d'écrire. 
So, here's a very short story about hope... or something. 

Give me your hand - she said to me.
We'll dance into the sunrise.
She was young. She was Hope. She was Joy.
And I was an old man. I'd forgotten how to dance and I was headed towards the sunset.

Come with me - she said once more.
I can make you love again.
But I'd forgotten how to love, and the pain I'd gathered through the years was too deeply etched into my wrinkles. There was no room left in me for love. Or hope. Or joy.

Hold my hand - she said.
We'll jump over the fire.
But the fires of youth had all been burned, and nothing was left for me but ashes in my mouth, and an aftertaste of regret.

Join us - she said
As she pointed behind me, towards a crowd of daffodils dancing in the breeze.
But I'd long ago forgotten the daffodils which delight the mind of the poet. Poetry is for fools and lovers, and I was neither.

Kiss me - she laughed.
And her lips were pink, and full, and lovely.
And so I kissed her
And took her hand
And jumped over the fire.