last night I met a chocolatier in my dream
he came with a box of peppermint chocolates cut in prim
we talked under the moon with nobody in between
chocolate souffle and caramelized praline
perfect match for two cups of mocha cream
twas a good time under the lantern's gleam
till the the silver moon light grew dim
and the chocolatier gone in the beam
i won't say sorry
to witness you being tethered with spiky chains
there under the strongest tree at the end of the lane
watching you starving is the greatest things
in this solemn christmas evening
all must be changed
no ones is mourning
she brings malicious entities
that creep in my nerves
who expell vicious chant of nasty verse
broken poetry of the worst
a frenzy of destruction directed at my chest by her curse
yet, i ain't a timid milquetoast
i could torture you back, it ain't just a boast
to me she's just a limp warmonger
could expand the empire through brute force no longer
neither to enslave, plunder and devastate the land around her, poisoner!
i won't let you acquire wealth and power, prisoner!
so there she is tethered with spiky chains
under the strongest tree at the end of the lane
never touch this christmas with your cancerous grains
i won't let her reign
especially in this christmas evening
you are a poet, sister
let not grief come out from your fingers
trust your heart, trust the love that lingers
there lies our futures
solid nodules, malicious nodes
aren't they just names we know?
let them sit yet we lead
and we are the one who clog the bleed
hand in hand we beat this doomed wad
it belongs to brittle heart
not you, cause you are a poet sister
your life is indeed a classy belleslettre
let not anything enervate your pen
till we reach the promising land
where tears and sorrow end
where joy and happiness blend
if i can't turn you to be my foe
i'll neither let you be my woe
you may woo me to blue
but nay i never agree with you
you may sit you may breed
i won't keep you a secret
though you live under the culvert
but never touch this placid spirit
the night was young
and the nice romantic song was sung
we were ready for the fancy dine
table for two
candlelight dinner
poutage du jour
and he served amanita phalloides soup!
straight to my lymph nodes
from head to toe
hypnotized me in a second or two
was he a good fellow?
a bedfellow or a playfellow?
why he seemed like a red diablo?
playing his violoncello
and smiled like a gigolo
looking back at my first date
with mr. che the great
it was a fancy night
i was dearly excited
sail straight when the rough wind abated
we started at eight
how funny it was like a cabaret
i remembered wearing my best georgette
and you held me tight
tonight i was your marionette
and we played piquet...
then dance till we sweat...
you must think i was a coquette
luring mr. che the potentate
i tried to recite my couplet
while eating your bitter soup and chewing the 'breton galette'
well after all
it wasn't bad at all
there in the large cottage
we exchanged calumet
four major cores are seen
five fragments in the tissues are considered mean
high grade infiltrating carcinoma is vigorously in the canteen!
she declares to be my twins
with none in between
what a pity she's only a figurine
been working so hard behind the scenes, literary unseen
i've made her pale as naphthalene
as for me she isn't my twins;
a wolverine robbing my healthy sheen
yet I believe my cheeks are still pink as a rosy queen -
playing tambourines at her sweet seventeen
and she'll only living like a broken submarine
busy cooking her cuisines
in her tiny leaky pannikin
the old mean gombeen thinks she's the gangrene
i laugh out loud for i am the one who'll eat her like a margarine
she'll be paralyzed and stay in the palankeen
watching me preen like a sweet robin
may i lend you a hand, friend?
to chase the mongrel out of your pen
and to unleash the power from your hands?
let us not see
the skin that wrinkled
the nails that blackened
and the hair that fallen
let us walk in this jungle so dense
lit up the spirit of peace of mind
i know this jungle hides the golden rays to shine
but all we need is just a single candle hope of our minds
let me hold your hands, friends
we wear the same shoes till the end
let us dance while walking through this poisonous land
i promise you a happy end
the victorious spirit of our minds
under the silky scarf of my head
beyond the trembling raft in my heart
and from the troubling thoughts
thousands of words were sought
words that tell and yell
words that explain well
as aggressive malignant tumors expell
its carcinoma's swell
they would multiply and metastatic wherever they dwell
killing all cells and swell
to the extend you ne'er know to tell
words with power louder than cancerous bells
ringing rigorously under your wishing well
sending echoes to the world of ne'er do well
like thousands of pipistrelle
racing out from hell
as well as pimpernel blooms in the soil that compels
with the words of the nobel
i wish to mend all the broken vessel
to heal the aching soul well
words that ain't repel
from me your little mistrel
i need to contemplate
but neither at six
nor even till eight
why do you need to yell
if he understands even before you tell
i need to contemplate
but give me a space
in your prayers' maze
i shall bow my soul down
before he comes at dawn
let me contemplate
let your prayers be great
before it's too late
before he sets the date
and carries my soul to heaven's gate
