Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

I dream with you while you dream of me  while I dreamt a dream  within whose else dream but yours   Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, thus much let me avow — You are not wrong, who deem that my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away in a night, or in a day, in a vision, or in none, is it, therefore, the less gone?   All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar of a surf-tormented shore, and I hold within my hand grains of the golden sand — How few! Yet how they creep through my fingers to the deep, while I weep — while I weep! O, God! Can I not grasp  them with a tighter clasp? O God! Can I not save one from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?

❝Everything that is pleasant in life  is dangerous. Have you noticed that?❞  Tell me How____________

Somewhere, if you could only see, are people who'd do anything to bring back one person about which they said, at a point, — “was just an amusing waste of time, a silly experiment”. For those, the game with someone's feelings is like a free drink. But just till one day, when they will realize their station has faded away. Forget about 'em and no longer look for them anymore. After all, they will never know, even in a million years, what they honestly want, what they truthfully love to be, and with whom. Try to accept it like any other lesson of life, and also, try making an effort to rise again. Maybe another soul with visions translated not by words but by facts full of gentleness and tenderness, it'll get to your terrified mind, helping and learning with you, life's meaning, or the meaning of the lips, (loved not just for what they can say, but also for many others tolerable skills), exactly as you'd wished for.

you've been condemned to fall in love with me, daily, from the first breath of the cockcrow, to contort yourself in my seductive instant breakfast ✳ you've been condemned to have hunger for me, — nothing to be able to nourish you but [me], [me], [me], — [take care], — [don't waste any crumb of my offer...] ✳ you've been condemned to agonize for me... painfully to caress the flames of my bio structures' sighs when ingeniously, your lust utters to you to dip in me ✳ you've been condemned to meet me and to love me, — everything you do is orchestrated by a powerful entity, you can't escape... i am your fate... once and for all...

— ...Suppose that to give a few lectures, daily you had to commute between Heaven and Hell, what would you take with you? — A book, a bottle of wine, and a woman, Lord, if I'm not asking too much. — Too much. We’ll cut out the woman. She would involve you in conversations putting ideas into your head, and your preparation would suffer. — I beseech you, cut out the book, I'm gonna write it myself, Lord, if I only have the bottle of wine and the woman. That’s my wish and my need. Is it too much? — You’re asking too much... Supposing that daily, to give a few lectures, you had to commute between Heaven and Hell, what would you take with you? — A bottle of wine and a woman, if I'm not asking too much. — That’s what you wanted before, don’t be insistent, it’s too much, as you know... We’ll cut out the woman. — What do you have against her? Why do you persecute her? Cut out the bottle rather! Wine weakens me, almost leaves ...

You said I will forget you, but you forgot to mention in which life. Which's the universe without any remembering about the whispers of your eyes, the sweetness of your lips...? And why...? Why, while I think of you, I miss you more and more, over again... at... endlessly…? You said that I'll forget you… So in this case, you have to tell me through what galaxy this fact will really happen and I will lose myself in laxity forgetting your smile, your gaze... and your kisses… forgetting all and any memory… and swear I'll let 'em crush into a thousand shards, as your wills, exactly as you wished, — [me, like a beggar, begging you to sing… a song of love to me] You said that I'll forget you but you've been wrong... — I never stopped looking for you... and muchly sure I never will...

Rest with your dream in my dream. Love and pain and work should all sleep now. The night turns on its invisible wheels and, — you are pure beside me as the sleeping amber. No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go, we will go together, over the waters of time. No one else will travel through the shadows with me, only you, evergreen, ever a sun, ever moon. Your hands have already opened their delicate fists and let their soft drifting signs drop away; your eyes closed like two gray wings, and I move after, following the folding water you carry, that carries me away. The night, the world, the wind spins out their destiny. Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all

i think of you... longing's energy, — (a nativity in black) made me act

it may have been in pieces... but I gave you the best of me Awake. Shake dreams from your hair, my pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day the day's divinity. First thing you see. A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon, couples naked race down by its quiet side and we laugh like soft, mad children smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy. The music and voices are all around us. Choose they croon, the Ancient Ones, - the time has come again, choose now they croon  beneath the moon beside an ancient lake. Enter again the sweet forest,  Enter the hot dream, Come with us! Everything is broken up and dances. Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding, Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind. We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theater to propagate our lust for life - and flee the swarming wisdom of the streets. The barns have stormed, the windows kept - and only one of all the rest to dance and save us from the ...

on any side of my universe sits suspended without being unleashed in action, my every intuition

Shush... I try to listen to what claims your silence. Lower your voice more to hear how you hear me crayoned in your fluff hint with all senses choked. Shush... still try to track what your silence claims... I'm only miles away from you & a few secs of truth in your howl... inhibited after sharply freed o'clock.

  ❝ respect yourself enough to walk away  from anything that no longer serves you,  grows you or makes you happy ❞ 

Tenderness, — I got to be wrapped... Preciousness, — wrap me, please... I'm cold, — Come... — Take me  in the season of hell with the drunken boat of the Rimbaud if you wanna, — or... in the waste-land with the cruelest April of Eliot's, — but come... come, caress me, baby

to clean black feelings, wash 'em in warm water of those persistent fears mix your thoughts with opportunities adding deeds to words don't forget, — everything must be spiced with tenacity, with humor [it helps the stubbornness] it's like salt, it's like pepper, it is the main ingredient, the mystery of a wild love

well... just a bit early, someone's told me that I am truly beautiful... and the fact that the one who complimented me took already 100 and a bit is not such a fuzzy for obstructing myself in some details, no-no-no... it saw me clearly, I swear, also wasn't escorted even; although it's true, that it got stumbled about three times, but I put it on the part of my dazzling beauty... that beauty as well as it is a musical arrangement and a bit confusing as sometimes the lyrics do... hmm, the moon is rising and i... i'll stand by you still much... more still...

chasing some unearthly whispers a fascinated loop of clouds surprised someone's love overdue

Take a knife. Make sure that's well-sharpened. Cut my soul in two and wait quietly to see what it's filled with. In the beginning, you'll observe the sea with the cloudy waves of melancholy. You'll see the sun. A scorching sun. And you're going to feel a gentle breeze of the wind. (it likes to walk through my soul). Cut a little bit more to see how many waves of laughter step out, but be careful to not spill 'em. (they're therapy for my various disappointments) Not to forget. You will see some failures. Ignore them. Someday I'll fix them. Cut a bit deeper and you'll find dreams which I still have, and also desires and fantasies… (I've to mention I got a special affinity with them) After that, I'd like you to look carefully at the top. Right there is happiness. Do you recognize it? I'm Human. I'm a lot of stuff each day of the week. I have about everything in this soul of mine, but I'm not afraid of the bullet's wound that spli...

Did I bother you? I wanna tell you something, — In fact, I'd like to know what's my chance of meeting you at the hour of existence? Do you hear me? I'll wait until the hour of infinity when I'll suppose that you have forgotten that nothing was delayed. I'll wait for you in the cosmos... on a sofa. You may wait for an answer which I don't know it as well as you do about it. I tried my luck with the last dime, — I'm gonna wait for you until... — but firstly, «can you swear I mean... nothin' to ya»

in music, I found a refuge managing sneaking myself in the space amid the notes …to let behind lonelyness

I embodied you in another creature reincarnated not from a fairy spirit but gifted to direct you at a stage of a futuristic idea felt in a sloe gin able like a vermin to eat your pain, a pain found in any soul, at a time...

 ❝ Had I've got the heaven's embroidered cloths enwrought with golden and silver light? Had I've got the blue and the dim and the dark cloths of night and light and the half-light? Cause if I'd have, I would spread the clothes under your feet... but I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams. ❞

in a very trying rookie season, like a child in time at a superior state of awakening you've begun to wonder if every time you dreamed, you weren't actually more awake while with every awakening, you slipped to a world with a lack of dimensions, dimensions of imagination incited by a love spell

very early in the morning, the sky whispered to me, — a magical day, my sunrise... and I answered back, — wham bam, shanalala-la… with my flew mind to you thinking that in one day, — [a very, very, common day], we'll meet for the first time and we'll go to make love as rough as if we've known each other in another life... ✴ ❝  and I will plead no contest if loving you's a crime, so go on and find me guilty,  just one more fucking time  ❞ ✴

nested between spaces of my words, sits in pause, the level of the #9 dream one time is like a standing sentinel, another time is like a lone snowman in all moods is to stir the reader's mind kissed by the whisperer of my visions

(any city begins with a train station and ends up with thousands trains to anywhere...), (in the station it hears a gentle whisper), — …you, there, where do you want to go… …to which of your dreams… …is this train your destination… …would you want someone like me to accompany you…

if your mind and intuitions are provoked, if the blood trembles through your veins, if stormy passions get you back to life, if your principles are sliced while you are an addicted without even knowing why, if so-so perturbed, you want to cast away to not see any more ghosts but only to fly without wings, convinced you'll be caught by some invisible arms in your free-falling, if a new sentiment appears as if the one you were once is resurrected in someone you'd want to be, to feel beyond palpable, it's because you met with a charming one, one able to switch you, – music's mystery

there… where you are too afraid to get in… there is hidden the treasure you sought… will not coming home to you but will wait somewhere in the blue wing of the moon it'll stalk you if you give your soul to those who promised you the magic of paradise in lieu of one who'll follow you even in hell so be vigilant, — this, it isn't my confession but your frisson plotted exactly as hell was made in heaven

do you want to put your hands on my wrist to feel the pulse of your heart?

isn't the woman's job to act reasonably but just the man's job of proving to her that she has for whom, — so i like me better when you want to be bad, but you choose to be good

1ᵉʳ jour, au début d’une nouvelle année scolaire en France,  un enseignant fait la présence dans une salle de classe : — Mustafa Al Ekhzari ? — Présent ! — Kadar Sel Ohlmi ? — Présent ! — Mohammed Endahrha ? — Présent ! — Chanhira Amarttayaku ? — Présent ! — Al Ain Ben Oit ? réduire au silence… — Al Ain Ben Oit ! pas de réponse… — Encore une fois, Al Ain Ben Oit ! un enfant gêné répond timidement : — Madame, je pense que c’est à propos de moi, mais ça se prononce correctement, Alain Benoit

it seems the memories are behaving like a connoisseur equipped fully to offer everything you're asking for; this could be somehow intimidating for some people who watch you as if you're a lovely creature, talking and listening to the voice of the own inner whore‧‧‧... lucky it only seems, otherwise, what are memories for‧‧‧؟

provocative touches ask for other heavenly touches, whatever you ask for in intimacy, it's acceptable,  it's even desirable... nothing is objectionable as long as there isn't some public nature, but what it's narrated further, it's a different story,  for the mind is always unguarded, and eyes, lips, spicy words and gestures are much more daring... there is nothing more occult than love's chemistry… ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Because 🎧 I need Love, baby, Love, not trouble... ain't funny How Love Works 🎧 More and More, Less and Less  ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

   if i sing softly over and over light my fire i'll be your baby tonight don't stop she called me softly ain't that lovin' you, baby? she took my breath away a...strange kind of woman you make me feel so good for your dreams if you believe me

There's stuff in ourselves we don't know. Something which we'll deny even if it exists until will be too late to do anything about it. We lend a habit polished as if it's a trophy, begging for the approval of others, and withal, nobody has any clue where we are, how near or how far, which's the truth or the delusion, how's the look in our eyes when what we are seeking for it hides right where we'd never think to search for if someone wouldn't appear, miraculously, to whisper its magic and encouraging call, — “i come rain or come shine… come with me, (come…), (shine on, you… crazy diamond).”

why should and how to love you still  when you're already folded around me like a gentle cloud of a rambler-rose flowing around my forehead and chest to feel you like a kind of déjà vu which if you have it, I must have it too, today to roam like twin flames in love's nest

it's almost midnight… delight me with your moon, with your mouth, with your hand, then rolls me within you… hide me in the hue of your shadows to feel the tip of your tongue wandering through me as after, to fall into the void, till the ground, then up to the "Do♭♭", making me for making you start to hum, my woman, my friend

For you didn't want to see me anymore, it's not okay. I have to understand why… Maybe you don't wanna see me any more sad, weeping, or complaining myself in an equal and contagious frequency about pains created by a headache or fake loyalty to people that are pretending to be something they're not. Or… You don't want to see me anymore, agonizing too easily because of others' sufferance… See, are a lot of questions that could be planted for finding the true answer, isn't it? Maybe because you dream about me, you don't wanna see me anymore in your dreams… No matter what you're asking for, no matter what you want, the answer is in you. In me, at this present moment, slides softly a heartbreaking melody… brilliant and sweet and acid at the same time. A midnight blues that could define someone's mood. But whose could be…  [who knows…]

I don't know, — means, — I don't bother to find out. I'm not able to, — means, — I'm too lazy to look for a solution. I don't understand, — means, — It's hard to think all by myself. I'm a negative kind, — means, — I don't care enough. (but) When "would want" becomes, — want! When the "should" becomes, — have to! When "first and then" becomes, — now! Then — and only then, — your wish will operate in full to come true.

... But if you love and just need to have desires  let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home to eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

  « to help you find the girl you aim,  she loves sugar...  she loves kisses, she loves hazard  as Alice, she takes a pill,  as a ghost, she haunts the field,  in the steam, her finger draws  something smiling, I do not know...  tick-tock, tick-tock, the end is near,  when winter comes, she disappears...  one means two, boy, don't miss the train,  you are warned, you, not to blame,  red, yellow, blue,  a dancing girl in front of you,  another thing you cannot see  read the book and follow me »  ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ « – so, what's your name? — •••• – what's your favorite color? — blue – so, if you're frenglishly off and you won't tell me  where are you going anyway  to some weird country, I'll still find you — you will never find me – that's what you think? — yes! – you can change your hair,  you can change your eyes,  you can change your nose,  i'll still find you — you ...

predictably, always remains few things behind, hid deep at base of your quintessence; something not so courteously, but decent to stir you to want torture yourself, — u devil u