“ 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 –

 

” The Crow ” – in the dead of night –

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” The Crow “

– in the dead of night –

I am the crow

In a grave

Dark world,

A soul in plight

Black as the night,

Forced to live                                                

This endless flight,        

Looking for a path

To the freedom I seek,

As anxiety nears

This aging cryptique,                                                   

Who’ll suffer hell

Or fly with the devil

For a ray of light,                                

That shows a way clear

For I the crow,

To end one’s journeys

In the dead of night!

                                                                    o.v.written in Grasse, Fr.

                                                                  © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                                          March 21, 2005  

 

“ Journeying ” ~ toward life whole ~

It has been told,

A man’s journey

Means to unfold,

From rather hazy

To a life whole,

With limits

Reaching bold,

When fate mandates

Man must have soul,

To suffer restless roads

And redeem his quondam hold,

For an ever unpredictable journey

We’ve to so effort toward life whole!

                                                                    

                                                                   © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ I Am The Colour ” ~ of human disorder ~

 

I am the colour

Of human disorder,

That shades the stay

Of man made suffer,

While held at bay

Be cause of such pallor,

In ominous way

With spurious cover,

Feigning fair play

To thus be so coloured,

With doubtful recover

For fated mankind,

Bears not colour’s assign!

                                                             © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

“ Teach Me How ” ~ to do without ~

 

The while I live,

Teach me how

To do without,

If life dictates

Blind be my fate,

Ne’er to see you

One more time…

 

Teach me how

To do without,

If destined so

To suffer deaf

And cannot hear

Tho you be near…

 

Teach me now

To do without,

Afore I reach

State of forget,

Thus to endure

Held grieved regret,

Thru precious days

I might live yet

So teach me how,

I am to do without!

 

“ The Dark Side ” ~ of man ~

Of man we hoped
While we ignored,
The dark side
Of this being,
Thus would suffer
His betrayal,
Whilst he misused
Our naïve trust,
Hence so bestowed
He’d fail be worthy,
Held higher mortal…

Granitic he levels neath
The surface of intent,
An immoral creature
Of life form pitiable,
That but abuses
The innocent beguiled,
Fellow mortals
Who for the while
Find this being,
A peerless creature
Chosen to elect as leader,
To blindly go on trusting!