QUI MAL

Comme, comme j'ai dit une fois 
Long, c'est le jour sans toi  

Besoins s'enflament  
Mes sentiments  
Je me réclame  

Passé s'est fait  
Silence m'enforce  
Je ne répens  
Qui mal

Doux, chaque battement du coeur  
Fortes, les frissons du peur  

J'ai mal du coeur  
Et mal d'esprit  
Ma vie s'en va  

La voix emue  
Perdue, échue  
Et je denoue  
Sans moi  

 
 

As, as I once said
Long, is the day without you

Needs inflame
My sentiments
I shout complaints

The past is done
Silence burys me
I repent
 

Soft, each beat of the heart
Strong, the shivers of fear

My heart bleeds
And I can't think
My life is disappearing

With emotional voice
Lost, expired
I am unravelling
Without you

Dolores Marguerite C

GROUNDLOOP

Fading memories I recall
Found my heart, but lost my soul
In this circle running round
You're my loop - gone to ground

I sleep awake, I find no rest
Made the grade, but failed the test
I feel my fate with every sound
Loop and edit in surround

Resolution - it's a game
You're the fault but I'm to blame
I see directions everywhere
No single path will take me there

We made a start and there's no end
Beloved foe, my only friend
Hit the ground - but never fall
Break the circuit, reinstall

So familiar, nothing's changed

Once again, it's all the same

You're very close, but not so near

Lost forever - reappear

Repetition is the law
We've seen it all before
You're very close, but not so near
I stop talking - you don't hear

ALLEGORY

Ah, my beloved, fill the Cup that clears
Today of past regrets and future Fears-
Tomorrow? - Why, Tomorrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday's Seven Thousand Years.

Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to Rest.

And we,that now make merry in the Room
They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom,
Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth
Descend, ourselves to make a Couch-for whom?

Ah.make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

Ah, fill the Cup:-what boots it to repeat
How Time is slipping underneath our Feet:
Unborn Tomorrow, and dead Yesterday
Why fret about them if Today be sweet!

Wilderness
Paradise

extracts from 'Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

HYMN NOIR

Seeing is believing
But I don't know what I'm feeling
Confusion breeds delusion
My emotions are deceiving
This is my Hymn Noir
My sole desire
In my ivory tower
Hymn Noir Hymn Noir
 
This is my Hymn Noir
A lost desire
In the final hour
Hymn Noir Hymn Noir
This is my Hymn Noir
Hymn Noir Hymn Noir

Hymn Noir Hymn Noir

When the taste turns sour
In the final hour
A lost desire
Hymn Noir Hymn Noir

There's life without living
Conflicting truth and lies
Forgiven and Forgiving
Seeing is believing
But I don't know what I'm feeling
Confusion breeds delusion
My emotions are deceiving
This is my Hymn Noir
My sole desire
In my ivory tower
Hymn Noir Hymn Noir
A lost desire

This is my Hymn Noir
When the taste turns sour
In the final hour
Hymn Noir Hymn Noir
This is my Hymn Noir
Hymn Noir Hymn Noir
There's life without living
Conflicting truth and lies
Forgiven and Forgiving

This is my Hymn Noir
This is my Hymn Noir
Hymn Noir Hymn Noir
This is my Hymn Noir

Hymn Noir Hymn Noir
 

CHRONICLE

Me gustaria encontrar el peligro
Denudar la vida, en decurso

Hacer lo mismo no me va
Yo busco ya differencia

No me preguntes otra vez
Diciendo no, da siempre sed

Me gustaria encontrar el peligro
Denudar la vida, en decurso

Exponeme a la tentacion!
La comeré sin reflexion

No me preguntes otra vez
Diciendo no, da siempre sed
 

Dolores Marguerite C