Un Héros Très Discret

Un Héros Très Discret

 

Are you cold?

You stood there naked, so vulnerable and proud

you peeled your clothes off

in calm and calculated moves and surgical precision

- what a bold decision! -

under the harsh neon social media lights.

So plain, no-nonsense and simple was your fashion,

but you looked bright & regal, humble & on fire.

Did you grab the controller and beat down Insecurities with Passion?

and I can only imagine, how many souls you can inspire.

So clear and honest, like childhood tears,

were your writings on the wall under the brutal spotlight.

Some shadows out there might be lurking for a fight

but you don’t need to test your might

-          you gently asked for some respect

despite you have the right to damn demand it.

So brave

to expose your skin in all its scarred and handsome glory

reveal you are a wounded Leon at heart

though you can be the best Chameleon, too.

And for the scattered fragile moments

the tiny minutes you allow yourself to feel the chill

and taste the blood specs off re-opened wounds,

I’d like some day to be half step closer,

offer my blanket and a band-aid, or two…

To S. Leonheart

Hush, my heart...

Secret

I want to whisper you to become my greatest secret

the one I will be longing to spit out with every chance

and if you succumb to this selfish request, by any chance,

you'll be the only secret I will allow my self to tell

to yell on the top of my lungs and be a bragging bitch about it

to show my pride and love, like an immature colorful peacock

wounded by cupid's arrow, bleeding happily.

Perhaps it is cliche, risque, this growing infatuation,

but what if you are the sole incarnation

of that obscure everything I have been dreaming all my life?

i'll dye my heart in happy colours and play its strings to sappy tunes

I'll smile and love all of your artistic disguises

but I'll adore only your face

(I'd rather die in your embrace)

than miss the spectrum of your rainbow.

Shh...it's still a secret, especially from you!

I want to tell you so bad, yet my blushing heart claims it taboo

you'd only brush me off as one out of the many, I guess...

Up, close and personal Yearnings of a Longing & Introverted mind

 

 Friction

I saw the picture of a ghost today

it was a memento of a fair and pained soul's deathday

and it might have been a blasphemy the fact

that the face burned me and shook me so

because it looked just like your reflection

and it is so pathetic, that pictures are the only connection

I have with you - would you consider? to be my bitter-

-sweet substitute for my disowned cigarettes?

I'm dying to inhale your breath and keep you in my lungs

and resign my life and all my little moments to your taste.

You can spark up my purposeless decaf and accompany

my gallons of hot and steamy tea; I'll scream my plea

if it'll turn you on and make you say yes.

Pardon my intrusion, I'm taking off my shoes and coming in,

it's just that I have this solid feeling causing my heart friction,

that we can be each other's forever and ideal addiction.

Parenthesis

Parenthesis

Living under the broad daylight

was something I had missed

but now as I move and am and interact

and trying to act; like my fellow robotic locusts,

(gone, my individuality lusts)

something is amiss

and I just cannot dismiss

the dark and sympathetic lonely nights

that are now devoured by sleep

(the morning's awakening is so steep)

there has to be a semblence of normalcy

it is the pillar of idiocracy

and bloody sweaty paper feeds its locomotive

this era's ulterior motive

gone are my happily dark thoughts,

this new persona has succumbed

to its turn-offs

in order to survive, one must divide

and conquer

the clutter

and cacophony of heartbeats

(this must be the ultimate nightmare)

of the clay puppeteer

the scenes behind the eyelids are cut

Jeanne's voices have been shut

keep your eyes open

bloodshot, the contacts must stay on

It's everyday life synthesis

bitter-routine symphony (I can change)

dreams in parenthesis

(but the memory remains)