1. In a Bad Mood
Not to be French, but today I'm in a bad mood;
It's true I'm melancholic, but it's not my fault.
There's a cloud where once my mind stood,
A could that always starts storms or rains of salt.
Your perfume leaves me crying, naked in front of you
Because its power destroys all my town's walls.
But I know how to push your buttons too,
As I lure you closer to me in the way a mermaid calls.
Really, it's but a game of who cracks first, and when
Because if you call upon your soldiers of glass, I shoot my diamond arrows.
Such a fire of feeling leaves awful scars, and blood all over my pen;
Behind remain the most absurd of joys, and the worst of all sorrows.
To leave or stay is solely your decision
Because we both can cut each other with precision.
2. Colours in the Same Inkblot
Some people can only think in dual words:
"Right/Wrong", "I agree/disagree".
This way, you'll never notice the complexity of our worlds,
And if you're also stubborn, nothing will ever make you see.
Some others embrace uncertainty & the beauty of the unknown
Because they understand no single view is right.
Rather, most thoughts of certainty have been blown
By the realisation that all ideas always shine bright.
Even beyond, some understand how all is relative,
And see how context dictates the use of knowledge.
You should be flexible, instead of binary & competitive
Because otherwise you'll never outgrow your college.
The real joy is engaging in relative thought,
And so all facts & opinions become colours in the same inkblot.
3. Bisexual Sky
I looked up one morning and saw a bisexual sky
Because we all know Apollo is a painter too.
How could I mention it? I'm still living a lie
Because the only one who knows all my secrets is you.
Apollo smiles and tells me not to fear,
But it's hard to explain colours to blind eyes.
What's paralysing is knowing nothing is very clear,
Yet within binary views, all such complex beauty dies.
I'm still wearing a flag, but it's invisible to many
Because only a few open their eyes to see it.
Although keeping quiet would cost more than a penny,
Saying it aloud would bring an even worse hit.
Why don't I have the balls to discuss it aloud?
Well, It could be because my thoughts are now turning into a cloud.
4. In Flesh & Bone
"Slowly to undress our world, like a nomad"
Are the words they sing to put me under a spell.
My eyes are wide, my smile even wider, what more could I add?
I'm in another world, as far as I can tell.
His flute has its own voice, yet parallel with the singer's;
Bagpipes, and accordion complete each enchanting sound.
Even today, such uplifting magic still lingers:
In that moment, I was present, fully on the ground.
To see them in flesh & bone felt out of this world
Since I never thought I would see them live.
Still, when asking for autographs, I didn't stutter any word;
I felt so human and very strangely alive.
A Solomonar's song is now stuck in my head
And it clears some of my clouds of lead.
5. Mirage
Ishtar should be proud of her creation
Since that maddening smile conquers all hearts.
Such a demigod deserves all the Gods' respect and adoration
Because her mere existence proves the miracle of the arts.
Ink on her arms tells me all I need to know:
Swallows, ships, 3 suns, 4 stars & a sword.
Oh, how she stops my thoughts or makes them slow;
Now I'm paralysed, I cannot utter any word.
Oh, you sweet sword hanging above my crown,
How I wish you severed my head instead of messing with it!
For the scent of lavender, in a heartbeat I'd drown,
If I could no longer listen to your voice's beat.
Oh, sweet sword threatening to kill me!
Such a goddess I never ever expected to see.
6. Train of Thought
I remember it was December 11th when I got on a certain train,
Always going in and out of tunnels of old.
Where are you now, merchant of Porto wine, and all my pain?
Gouge my eyes out and I'll have nothing that could be sold.
And we kept going in and out of tunnels each day, and night
Because once you're aware of it, time doesn't exist anymore.
Now it makes no difference to me whether it's darkness or light
Because neither arrow of the moon, nor sword of summer can leave me sore.
And we kept going in and out of tunnels through the universe of a mind
Because once I was aware of it, my mind didn't exist anymore.
I am unarmed, but it always attacks me from the inside,
Exactly because it owns the control of my very core.
Now, I'm not sure if I still exist
Because the tunnels of my mind continue to persist.
7. A Skywalker
The fire burning inside me will be fatal someday,
If I don't put it out before it's overwhelming.
Still, it hurts to keep it inside, to keep it at bay
Because it only adds to my heart's swelling.
Tears burn deeply through my face, and eyes,
While flowers with silver thorns coil around my neck.
My eyes are open, I can see clearly through their lies,
But none of them realise how "conflict" is synonymous with "trek".
How badly I wish I was allowed to feel
Without trying to turn my tears into guilt!
Words pierce through my heart like arrowheads of steel,
All because of the intensity with which I was built.
I'm red with rage, yet my eyes still overflow with tears
Because be damned if I could bury any of my fears...
8. Tamino's Sun & Sky
Sun may shine, but sometimes I forget about it
Because I am no sunflower, Apollo sees me for a different reason.
I hear his music, I help the God write his beat,
All because I won't lock my mind in a prison.
In a melancholic indigo night,
I write my lyrics & play my lyre.
Under a moon whose light can be too bright,
My words can become those of a liar.
"I'm no longer found"
Whispers a master in my ear.
I hear an echo, I stand above the ground,
And despite a drop of blood, I feel no tear.
I could speak the truth, I could as well lie
Because I write my lyrics under Tamino's Sun & Sky.
9. Flowers of Glass
Pain shoots through my leg once again,
Like flowers of glass with sharp petals blooming inside me.
I feel it everywhere, every touch is a strain,
And if I close my eyes, it's still all I can see.
I take my crutch and finally sit down
Under the dizzy light of our laboratory.
And then he arrives, looking at me with a frown
Because every part of his mind was filled with worry.
"Viktor, now I won't let you out!"
He says firmly, while removing my leg's brace.
"Next time it hurts, make sure to shout!"
"Why should I? You hear all the whispers, Jayce!"
In all timelines, in all possibilities, only he can love imperfection,
And in all universes, only I can return his affection.
10. Gemini
Looking into her eyes, I felt something I never knew before:
I felt as if I finally landed on solid ground.
Years of walking on glass left me sore,
But she is the needed calm when I've been overwhelmed by a sound.
Like the Gemini within Tarot's lovely lovers,
We listen to each other with surprising understanding.
We often look beyond typical covers,
While trying not to rush in a world that's too demanding.
She doesn't mind the weird wiring of my brain;
She just accepts it without trying to change anything.
Interaction with most people feels like a muscle strain,
But next to her, I can often hear my heart sing.
I write to you, Shep, the one who doesn't need an explanation;
From Sam, the one you encouraged to speak without hesitation.
11. All Walls of Troy
All walls of Troy stand as strong as ever,
As the Greeks' fire slowly burns away at their people.
Sarpedon's spear & sword pierce & sever,
And in such moments his joy is triple.
My eyes stop on Paris and the helmet covering his face,
Partly hiding his blinding beauty.
I know why he's Aphrodite's favourite, I can see her trace;
All that shines through is her vanity.
And then Hector, the mightiest of them all,
The earth itself trembles in his presence.
Him and Achilles both bet on the other's fall,
But both forget the catalyst, this experience's essence.
In the end, I lie in my own blood, I am no victor.
I think of Achilles, but the last thing I see is Hector.
12. Somewhere In-Between
I'm no girl or boy, I'm somewhere in-between
Because I don't like categories with militarised borders.
I'm both and neither, unlike anything you've seen
Because in terms who I am or should be, I take no orders.
I can be your driver or stay in my back seat;
I am the art of science & the science of art.
Why should I choose? Inside, it's the same heartbeat.
The binary rigidity is too easy to outsmart.
I'm butterflies & flowers, hammers & nails
Because I embraced both the beauty and the beast.
I respect whoever closes their mind and bails,
But unlike many, I don't have a boring design, to say the least.
A sword, a conversation, I'm somewhere in-between;
I'm Loki, the closest to a shape shifter that I've ever been.
