serious


I went back here, – to the scene of adventures,
where I’ve been loved you for so many times,
and where you serious taught me the silence
and about how should be this scattered and
released, then again to be caught in the fist

I went back here, – to the scene of adventures
for reviving myself in your non-earthly beauty
by abandoning myself through your thoughts
lost in the space and abyss of a fragile color
reflected delightfully in a blue shell of the sea

_____________©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ
Luther Allison

with your eyes


I am slipping inside you
like sand in an hourglass,
like time in another time
evaluated at your °C degrees
in the symphony of my fever
infused in the dew of yours
with your eyes echoing glow
to my unseen Venus mirrored
in the art of your magnetism
•••••••••••••
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ

The Blue Poets

where I wait


where I wait... deeper than the eye can see

I know your name
It rose every morning
in my thoughts
I’m not saying it aloud
too terrified that poetry
with its fragile air
will fall apart with you
somewhere not where I wait

I know your name
I’m whispering it
to not destabilize
our chemistry
and me to not be
somehow incriminated
that my mind bears you
deeper than the eye can see

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Dave Gahan │ Dave Keller

how deep this river runs


I will never look for you again, — and take it

as an announcement of a love’s declaration,
like a sublime orgasm totally lacked which
teased our blood with the heat of the drug
given by a song found as it was before now,
in poetry suspended in time… —  are enough
memories and plenty of time to remember…
depends about… — how deep this river runs
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ
Joe Bonamassa

love’s a stranger


l'amour est un étranger, — un p'tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

in the mysterious feminine romanticism

stimulated by that escapade mechanism
with that explanatory instrument brought
charmingly by a deep eloquent allusion, —
the visual writing system deciphers gently
an image by assembling it to several frames
for creating that distinct connection, firmly
felt amid the feelings of those sensations
so well personified by intense emotions,
which, if it could be put in a tangible practice
would be useless, spoiling any signification

for love’s a stranger of our chic psychology
_____________©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ

Warhaus

coco


coco

each day’s beautiful when it passes
from your eyes inside my eyes,
walking through one glance
of the virtual world of yours and mine
with everything that’s having here,
in this random circumstances
of your being in my being,
for discovering in any individual day
the distance that’s within us
measured by the testimony of some
true with strong and definitive feelings
brought by a poem or a song
intensely in my soul to yours‧‧‧…

_____________©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ
Julien Dore │ Dardan

black magic


the shortest way,

from me to you,
is the longest road,
from you to me, —
could be the reason
for which happiness
it gets conjugated
at the past tense;
you may try any witchery
white magic, black magic
using certain tools
invoking spells, formulas
methods, and techniques
calling supernatural forces,
will not channel anything;
seems ridiculousness,
but loneliness takes care
to reminds you, —
the happiness
it gets conjugated
at the past tense

_____________©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ
Jaymes Young

blossom roses


Willem Haenraets - Like a Song

let it be like a sweet suggestion 

for each day to be combined 
with the seductive and the mystery 
creating by a fascinating image 
inspired by the holographic icon 
of a trance-foamed melody 
in poetic notes for which 
one loves to surround you 
in the echo of the blossom roses
_____________©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ

breathing


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Psst! Do you hear me? Then come with that magic,
as I’m coming with a song to not hash out the spell.
Bring with you an easel. Love is a rainbow.
Let it be colored in the tint of its symphony.
Paint my heart in the sounds of its beating.
Make it visible. Red of the poppy use it on lips
and on the eyelashes be the summer twilight.
Put the appealing color from the magician’s aura on breasts.
Spread it all to the other symbols…
Psst! Are you still coloring this whirlwind of feelings?
You should add even another color.
Use a little bit the blue light from the glitter of your eyes
to be able to recognize me in these infinite touches of the sky
breathing this love in and through music’s silhouette.

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Oscar and the Wolf

silhouette


❝ telling your future
tell your past
give you forever
where nothing could last
when shadows have sifted
the last etiquette
she may decipher
your soul’s silhouette
    I can remember
you laid me down
taking me in sight and sound
the look on your face
I never forget
the shine of your skin
a soul’s silhouette
    as you lay dreaming
all logic is lost
your system steaming
the change of guard
in shadows and secret
insurgent assent
my favorite aroma
your soul’s silhouette
Chris Whitley 

kiss me


« Kiss my heavy eyes of so much cried, for
just your kiss it could be capable enough
to quench my gripped eyes by evil fire
and get ’em filled, with love and shine.

Kiss my mouth, — my lips are clutched and
have forgotten the sweetly smile and word,
with the serenity, they’re gonna smile again
and fall-in-love with you exactly like at first.

Kiss my brow as any miserable thought
and any kind of doubts to die, — bonus
to be for all my dreams, a revitalization
out of the spring, — for a new life…»

Chris Spheeris

[ poem by  M.Isanos — ]

translation‧‧‧ ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

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