An Image – wants be –

An Image

– wants be –

May not as ere see
That one may find,
An image wants be
Past life fixed time,
And beyond destiny
Said annals defined,
For no matter the plea
The gods remain blind,
To fate's hold ye not flee!

© Jean-Jacques Fournier

                      written in Sweetsburg
                            final October 5, 2021


            Excerpt of image by Stiller Beobachter 
                                         from Ansbach, Germany

               

                                                                   

“ Conversations ” – with me, myself and I –

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“ Conversations ”

– with me, myself and I –





I am curiously held aware,

Being conscious of converse

That it’s natural to beware,

In an age amorally perverse

Where humankind despairs,

Of conversations so adverse

Suggesting interest to be fair,

Yet holds intent to be averse…





Tho it be of and by myself

I fancied be a person free,

That which finds dominate

A better part of early me,

That ideates a perfect fate

To fill the emptiness I see,

In dreams imaging awake

Conversely so I want to flee…





A time knew of not be fast

Nor forcing to make haste,

Or find way to further last

In concert with moral taste,

Whose worth wouldst cast

The value of contented state,

While forgetting not the past

To help shape avert mistakes,

In conversations that will task

Beyond with me, myself and I!





                     © Jean-Jacques Fournier  

Recalled issues of, me, myself and I …  

written in Sweetsburg

February 3, 2018  

Pictures – Private Collection …

Music – Excerpt Jazz Concert by Stan Getz & Chet Baker …

 
 


“ They Walk Alone ” in a faceless world –

                  

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“ They Walk Alone ”

             – in a faceless world –                

 They walk alone
 On crowded streets,
 These vacant beings 
 Suffering defeat,
 Trudging on feelings
 Found bittersweet,
 Despite bewilderment
 Held negated souls,
 In constant lament 
 For the cadence holds,
 The bulk of a life spent
 On their weary feet,
 As human refuse 
 On a deathly beat, 
 Who seek refuge
 In a mingy world replete…  

 Routed in despair
 Most lay in wait,
 For their decay
 To transfer hells, 
 While with false hope
 These human shells, 
 Pray fate awakes
 Would thus impel,
 And so reach out       
 Hence fore too late,                                                                                 
 When they’ll arrived
 At fated final hell,                                                     
 Yet so to walk alone
 Thus in a faceless world!   

                 A nudge on today’s world...

© Jean-Jacques Fournier  
November 2, 2020 
    
 Pictures – public/ private collection...
 Music – excerpt of Alone Together, by Chet Baker...  

“ A Joy ” – imagined –

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Art, The Joy of Life, Henri Matisse

Music, Kai Engel, Cabetet

“ A Joy ”

      – imagined –

A joy extant infers

Fate lets attain,

I find imagine

What ought contain,

Stuff be of dreams

Imaging the silken,

Rather than lined

In matters coarse,

Though often times

Joy be dark horse,

To masquerade

Masked as a rose,

In joyless shade,

Wanting but dispose…

 

Yet be this joy

Illusion’s dope,

Thirsting to enjoy

We live in hope,

Yet sadly fantasize

In musings empty,

Waiting joy incites

A moment of delight

To more than but survive!

                        A young man’s search recalling joy…

                                                © Jean-Jacques Fournier

“ The life of Butterfly ” – be caterpillar’s fate –

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“ The life of Butterfly ”

         – be caterpillar’s fate –

There be a time

Chrysalis soon,

Needs to forget

Life isn’t tuned,

Pain fails beset

Nor be immune,

Suffer progress

Metamorphosis,

Feels be regress

In awkward state,

Of primary stage

Be caterpillar fate,

It dons final phase

Of innate crawling,

To find taking flight…

 

I may have wished

‘Twould so remain,

Thus circumspect

Sheltered from rain,

In cocoon darkness

Tho bar delighting,

In early morn sun

A colourful ravager,

Who once could see

At leaf perspective,

When as a butterfly

Explores new birth,

From watch on high,

Now a ravaged earth                                                                                                          

Thru sad tearful eye,

From fugacious berth

In wilted summer sky,

Once caterpillar’s fate

All the while reflecting,

On the life of butterfly!

                                                    written June 4, 2020      

                              © Jean -Jacques Fournier

                                              Photos, M. Dessis & anon.

                                                       Music, by Kai Engel

 

“ We The Homeless ” – not by choice – revisited

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“ We The Homeless ”

       – not by choice – revisited

It’s not by choice,

We’ve but the street

For our new host,

In this life gone bleak

It be thus a last resort,

Begs we’d not seek

Wanting as consort,

Held so to speak

Apt be a gritty ghost,

Led we live incomplete

Having lost one’s voice,

Mindful of our fate

Now being without choice,

In a discombobulated state

That be life on the street,

The while this last resort

Be until we are too weak,

To drag our bones to port

In a life of empty options,

That be for we the homeless,

Held fixed to muted notions

Reduced we be to nameless,

Drifting in crowded sad seclusion

We’ve to live as shadows on the street…

 

Suffer alas said we the homeless

In a populous fashioned by human apathy,

Offered in overwhelming abundance

To a growing number of ignored failed voices…

 

We the homeless, not by choice!

 

                                     © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                         Photography, by Marianne Dessis –

                                                              Music, by Kai Engel –

 

“ Dream Merchants ” – be not what they seem –

The merchants of dream

Are not what they seem,

Hence I caution beware

If ye chance let them in,

Apathetic to a risky dare

Know exploit they within,

As dream merchants play

So to get neath your skin,

Till trapped made to stay…

 

Of their dreams be alert

Tho you might judge fair,

They’ll distort and divert

As you indulge their spin,

What’s at stake be aware

You may find but chagrin,

And a pawn for their fare…

 

Ye soon find be soul bare

Tho merchants find grin,

At feed of deviant affairs

Best not chance ye begin,

For wise ought avoid airs

Of the narcissistic strings,

Held to keep you unaware

Of dreams ne’er fated fair…

 

Dream merchants shroud

They but sell their hot air,

Fake fine weather clouds

And what gullible bears,

Of ne’er ending sunshine

During hurricane seasons…

 

Their dreams of effusion

Suggest wouldst be real,

Are but empty illusions

With an unfulfilled zeal,

When too late to discover

Soul they managed steal,

As self crafted merchants

Of dreams meant disappear!

                                                                 a dedication to vivid imaginations,

                                                                        in search of honesty and meritocracy…

                                                  © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ That Comfort ” ~ of resolve ~

You live with an issue

That stresses excess,

Thus until out of tissue

You’re forced address,

With corrective venue

Holds offer regress,

For needy disinvolve

That comfort will asset,

Hence set-up dissolve

That allows find repress,

In life’s thin resolve

Comfort will redress,

While fate confabulates absolve

Though it leaves you out of breath,

You’ve yet love of life reasons to evolve!

                                                                       

                                                                      © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

 

“ Conversations ” ~ with me, myself and I ~

I am curiously held aware

Being conscious of converse,

That it’s natural to beware

In an age amorally perverse,

Where humankind despairs

Of conversations so adverse,

Suggesting interest to be fair

Yet holds intent to be averse…

 

Tho it be of and by myself

I fancied be a person free,

That which would dominate

The better part of early me,

Who’d ideate a perfect fate

To fill that emptiness I see,

In dreams imaging a wake

Conversely so I want to flee…

 

Be a time knew not of fast

Nor forcing to make haste,

Or find way to further last

In concert with moral taste,

Whose worth would so cast

The value of contented state,

While forgetting not the past

To help shape avert mistakes,

In conversations that will task

Beyond with me, myself and I!

                                                                         © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ Endless ” ~ hope and its misses ~

Of boundless hope

And as many misses,

Be mindful of scope

Said life’s caprices,

We forever grope

Beyond ambitious,

Till ‘tis contrary

To fates chose dishes,

And lacking the parity

In positives we seek,

To end endless hope

Cast by devilish cheats,

Orchestrating its misses!

                © Jean-Jacques Fournier