writer | écrivain | ékwiven
élevé dans des sables mouvants, maltraité, battu, mais jamais cassé.
les rêves peuvent prendre du temps à se matérialiser, mais je suis inébranlable,
les lettres de refus et les éditeurs disparus ne me retiens pas.
jours ingrats passés de 9h à 17h,
sorti de l’épave pour bien plus que ça,
des vacances manquées joindre les deux bouts,
je persiste quand même,
je n’ai pas fini.
Continue reading “Ténacité”
Red wine passes through my lips, heals the hurt of the day,
this is not to say I recommend you mend all wounds with wine –
Knew a man who couldn’t put down his favorite way to block the pain, died of it.
But this full-bodied cabernet distills my insides,
Keeps work, debt, worry at bay.
So I sip as I sit, and melt away.
Go to work
Come home and clean
Take vacations to feel free
Just want to grab my lover and head to the shore
Or back to the woods
No rules anymore
blood in the streets,
still I’m not surprised,
hateful hooded men who carry torches breeze past me everyday,
in the supermarket, on the subway –
cloaks and masks removed.
blood in the streets,
and somehow the opposition is to blame,
how dare we fight back against an armed, racist, mob,
don’t you know who gets to carry the pitchforks around here?
(hint: it’s not you and I)
blood in the streets,
and broken bodies out on sidewalks all summer long,
when’s it going to finally sink in?
more incendiary threats and half-baked wars,
this nation will be its own ruin.
Feet on the ground now so I don’t miss a step (except for when I’m falling all over my lover).
Practicing patience, keeping the inner-self still.
Present passing by, future slowly more clear. A rush and a push, we’ve come all the way here.
Take a second, take a minute, enjoy and u n w i n d.
A sudden rush of emotion
withheld, censored, eyes closed
immersed in the ocean
Clear blue skies, muddled intentions
breaking life open
skirting the law, another family tradition
The seams can’t be sewn together again
A rush of ambition, of love, of blood
“Quick before it all turns to dust”
A demigod among men, eternally lamenting
Hayden Winston 
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