The Retired French Gangster to his new Yoga Master
« Nothing remains to me
Anymore, I have lost
My wife in Miami
And which is maybe worse
All my money in Nice…
But then why would I care
It was not mine, I guess
The life of a gangster
Full of speed and distress
Drags you to the abyss…
And… Life is a true chance
If you like what you do
As my friend Mamadou
Used to tell me in France
In two thousand and two
I will start from anew
And while I stay with you
I will be happy to
Settle in Bangalore !
And I will learn some more
Of your science, Hindu…
You will open the door
For a karmic rescue,
To lift me from the floor ! »
(a moment of silence)
…
« Do you know Nice ?
It’s very nice ! »
*****A Parisian party fiend (What he did last summer)
Partied, party again,
Toast for Amanda Lear,
With my mate Édouard Baer,
At festival de Cannes…
Moved on to Athens, Greece…
Big one in Mykonos…
The second was a loss !
Epic comeback to Nice…
Casual gig in Paris,
A place called “Trois souris”.
But, the weather was dull…
Two weeks in NYC,
Dropped it with the MCs,
Flirted with a fit girl…
Ended in Normandie,
Bound to homeland again…
Party with some old friends !
*****
The Mansion
There are trees, lawns around, a mansion and the skies…
The Sea is not here though, or as a remembrance,
The Sun plays hide and seek and a fly there dances
Trees, lawns, the Sun, the skies, this house and a fly…
And there are you and me, and we read the poems,
With a glass of juice, and smoke dims the indoor lights
As the afternoon passes and runs out of sight…
We are quiet children in the mansion of dreams !
*****
The Sea (Discussion)
The beauty of a wave
The deep warmth of the Sun
And I dream ! And Dream on
With joy for this day saved…
– Sail the Seas o my pale
Wild Dreams – I will stay here
With my girl on the clear
Sand shoreline stream – She’s Kale…
Could you buy cigarettes ?
Asks Kale
Honey they’re off
But I Have Davidoffs
In my blue jeans pocket
– Poke
– Once they will be back
We have a plane to take !
– Yes… Berlin sounds great !
I can’t wait !
– Please, give me a kiss…
Darling Miss !
*****
The wizard’s in love
« – I am your wizard !
Sweet Ma Margot !
What should I catch ?
Three days of blizzard ?
Or a snatch ?
Or a gin-cargo ?
A crown of dandelions ?
Or a French mansion ?
Or maybe a lark,
Singing on a birch ?
Or a bench in a church ?
Or a ship and its pavilion,
Sailing far and far ?
Or a dimension,
Of our perception,
Where we look bizarre,
And I wear a trench ? »
« -Can we light a torch,
And walk in the dark ?
Then sit to watch,
The stars ? »
*****
Kalina
Kali, o Thy, love of Shiva,
Reign onto me, with all Justice !
For my few instants : Glory, Bliss,
Of you o Thy Kali, deva…
To Kali my life will provide,
I will revere Her, night and day,
Until a new heart grows inside,
My heart ! Rectified from astray…
“- Serve ! Whisper the echoes… – Serve Her !
– You might be in Her Graces, flare !”
I dear, and I dear my prayers…
The noble Mysteries we glean,
Praying Kali, drive on a lane,
Of flowers, the thoughts of Her priests…
“Kali ! Asceticism ! Feist !”
*****
Ode to the Sun
If one looks right into the Sun
For a second the sight grows dim
Then varies the actual esteem
Of Futures, Presents and Times Gone
O Thy Sun Keeper of our Dreams
Lead us ! For an Eternal dance…
We will not forget the immense
Love you showed as laced on your beams…
When we darling buds of a tree
From Earth live the scope of our lives
Light our ways ! Everlasting Wise !
Galactic
Glorious
Memories !
*****
What did the French do ?
(Cock a doodle doo !)
Frenchmen are well known for their meals
Since the dawn of Time -And they set
Up many useful things : they let
To day Stew, Barrels, Omelet
Mayonnaise, Mustard, Red Wine, Ale…
After these, they hosted the Christ
Back from revival -In Marseille
He taught them Courtesy, and stayed
For a while -Till Temple’s betray…
-He left with His long kept secrets…
Then the French found out Vinegar
Of the four birds, a medicine,
Measured the weight of oxygen
With Pascal -“They think thus they are”
Had said Descartes…
Then : White Sugar
Then : Aspirin
Spleen…
Rimmel
Modern Art…
Cinema
Bras
Atome
Perfume
Swing…
Air Mail…
…
Let’s stop with Bikini !
“Et les filles
Qui habillent
Leurs menus
Coeurs Nus
Dans le Gris
Paris
Sourient…
Dis !
C’est le Paradis !”
*****
Prayer
O Thy
Lord
In the Skies
Up High…
At your
Chords
Love pours
The Hours
Angels
Orb
Channels
Eternal
My Faith
Ore
Thy Blesseth
Forever !
