caramel bunny

•February 7, 2010 • Leave a Comment

caramel bunny

apple pie

bon appetit

don’t cry don’t cry

no calimero

just ordinary me

if u cld wear my shoes

u’d understand u’d see

once i thot u did

cos u said so

but it was fantasy

how was i to know?

california dreams

frommage frais

oui miam!

creme brulee

caramel bunny

dancing without shoes

80 pairs awaiting

nothing left to lose

bumpy rides ahead

aint no sweet mojitos

cheese quesadillas

smut on me nose

too many beans

choking da gullet

rotten tomatoes

marshmallows n’ hot chocolate

au revoir

•February 7, 2010 • Leave a Comment

au revoir

it is hard

oui

ouch

it hurts

i begged u

to wait

u wld not

and yet i lingered

became an effigy

nothing more

irony forlorn

u feared distance

but soon

i shall be very near

u shut off possibilities

now i shall be there

but u will not kw me

u will not hear

me weep

moondance

•February 6, 2010 • Leave a Comment

scheherazade is sleepless
dancing with the moon
weaving gentle thoughts
singing out of tune
come, she whispers
dance awhile with me?
no cost to ur fears
no risk for ur tears
suspended space
no claims
moonlight is free

—-

scheherazade has returned, out of deep dreamless sleep…

thinking of u

•January 24, 2010 • Leave a Comment

thinking of u

dormez vous?

oui u sleep now

halfway across the world

in my soul i can hear u breathe

le petit garcon

little feathers stroking

love whispering

waiting

fading

aching

breaking

it is nightfall here now too

hide & seek

•January 23, 2010 • Leave a Comment

hello, who is this?

oh what wonder, u exist!

read me

learn u

seek me

find u

whispers echoing in the wind

throw a pebble in the pool

touch me

hold u

spontaneity

u’r beautiful

soft feathers

hush now, tenderly

was i but a projection

mere created fantasy

of all ur yearnings unspoken?

just a game of make believe?

but u r still so very real to me

one i still yearn to feel inside my soul

fiercely embrace in trembling arms

discover all of u there is to know

u said u love me

what did u really mean?

but u hide now

as i continue to seek

love so tenuous

longings too sweet

—-

for le petit garcon from bunnyblu – tu me manques, i miss u

Le Petit Garcon et Bunnyblu

•January 15, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Just a little bit long ago, there was a Petit Garcon in a place where they made yummy cheese and kept people’s money in secret dungeons so nobody else would know it is there. Petit garcon played the guitar. One day he packed his little bag inside a cheese basket and went to another far away place where they made all kinds of films, and the women had fake breasts and big hair. Petit Garcon became a famous composer writing fabulous music for movies which particularly made your hair stand up and your teeth chatter.

In a distant part of this planet, there lived a Bunnyblu. A curious Bunnyblu, who liked to turn over rocks to find out what lies underneath, and then she gets frightened by whatever she discovers, who laughs when she is crying just so ppl don’t kw how scared she is, and who sings rather badly in a breathless sort of way.

One day, Bunnyblu was wandering around aimlessly in a cyber garden, where she shd not hv been anyway, when she saw a cute little rock in the midst of all the boring old twigs… and she reached out, and overturned it, just so, lightly with a flick of her little wrist.

Oh dear… what did she find there now? Not at all what she was ready for, mind you, even for a curious Bunny with more than 9 lives… Bunnyblu found Petit Garcon… and now, Bunnyblu doesn’t quite know what to do with this equally strange wonderful creature… except that she is now trapped inside this little cyberspace cocoon that they hv both created and into which they climb just so to communicate with each other… oh dear, oh very very dear…

Bunnyblu is afraid, she wants to stay inside their warm cocoon for just a little longer, she is slow, too slow for Petit Garcon, for he is quick and this cocoon is just too tiny for the dreams he wants to make. But Bunnyblu is brave, so she begins to plan, she will go to Petit Garcon, outside their cyberspace cocoon, across the mountains, across the seas… she sees with her heart, but not with understanding… and by her Petit Garcon she wants to be…

But Petit Garcon is thinking of more sensible things… he says, “the mountains are to high, the seas too wide, ur journey too long, oh Bunnyblu I cannot wait for u! and what if u come to me and find, the desert too hot, the nights too dark, the air to thick? Oh Bunnyblu, I cannot have u!”

well…

This is what happens when bunnies become too too curious for their own good…

and that is the end of the teenyweenybunnytale abt le petit garcon and bunnyblu…

listen

•January 13, 2010 • Leave a Comment

for my pixie face…

———

love never consummated

words never realised

lost lonely silence

empty dark skies

no could haves

would haves

no ifs

no maybes

u hv chosen

and so it must be

love is respect

for the loved ones need

i’ll remember our letters

joy bitter sweet

tender only in my mind

soft only in my dreams

intangible yearning

gentle sublime

and stand away a little

oceans apart

whispers of blessings

hope for ur heart

and all i hv left

glimmers of u

broken reflections

ur soul inside

reverberating echoes

and so i listen

rapt attention

carefully

every sound to keep

again and again

i press ‘repeat’

ur music

is with me my dear -

alors j’écoute pour mieux te connaître

au revoir

•January 11, 2010 • Leave a Comment

au revoir petit garcon

u will never kw

becos i wont tell a soul

how much i m hurting

shhhhh

it will be a secret

yet another

that i carry

with me

into

my ocean

deep

deep

deep

let go

•January 8, 2010 • Leave a Comment

when love lets go of u

there is nothing u can do

were i to plead

for u to hold me

my words wld merely

be a mockery

of ur decision

to let go of me

empty words

clanging cymbals

aching

longing

still reverberating

and now

i shall never know

what it feels

to be a part of u

chicken wings

•January 7, 2010 • Leave a Comment

chicken in my heart flapping his wings

wondering when he will learn to sing

ducks in the pond swimming round and round

but none can hear the aching sounds

of tears in the ocean

rocks in my soup

diamonds cutting open

my heart in silent loops

haunted house

•January 5, 2010 • Leave a Comment

haunted house

inside her head

demons of shame

she cannot shake

voices condemn

mocking confusion

she is somewhere else

she cannot speak

sounds she is making

strange utterances

bluebeard’s ghost

falling lashes

broken soul

torn body

bleeding carcass

twisted grief

irony forlorn

fly away

cut loose

tho she may yearn

somehow to be free

arms of love

tho she may long for

there’s no hope

nobody deserves

to be locked inside

along with her

haunted memories

bisous

•January 1, 2010 • Leave a Comment

a kiss for pixie face

un baizer pour vous

a dash of sadness

a pinch of joy

a drop of laughter

and lots of love

oh let’s break my budget

sending kisses

across the ocean

all the way to u

smile pixie face

bisous partout !

bluebeard’s voice

•December 30, 2009 • Leave a Comment

bluebeard’s voice echoes again

reverberations in silent abyss

mockery so refined

“u r a freak”

and so

she is

he was right

all along

bluebeard’s voice

is strong

echoes

•December 25, 2009 • Leave a Comment

scheherazade

still hears

echoes of fear

from bluebeard’s castle

though she has left

sunken cathedral

light above

surface to breathe

silent tears

deep beneath

should she die

scheherazade

so bunnyblu can live?

pierrot lunaire

sings

shore wrecked ship

take me away

into my heart

once more awake

my innocent

trust

dare i allow u this?

i ask

but no one answers

not even i

under

•December 20, 2009 • Leave a Comment

bunnyblu

is under the sink

it is dark here

under

vanilla nutmeg

‘pon her skin

it is quiet here

under

are u afraid

of the dark?

bunnyblu asks

pixie face

crawl in then

i will make room

for u

it is snug here

under

forgetful angel

•December 18, 2009 • Leave a Comment

i m not clever, mon ami… i m a silly child… i do not think the way others do… and what it is that may intrigue u now, may also someday make u hate me too… scheherazade has seen a thousand and one nights, but bunnyblu only senses in the dark, not knowing, not fully understanding much…

so… if i forget to hold u while i tell my stories… will u pls remind me to?

“forgetful angel” by paul klee

sleepless dreaming

•December 18, 2009 • Leave a Comment

sleepless dreaming

thinking of u

woolly-headed

yellow hues

tendrils winding

crying out of tune

heart reclining

death exhumed

fear of repetition

cursed hope

afraid of perdition

hangman’s rope

ur music plays

while i awake

wide eyed

somnambulist

bright crimson red

soft sand

crunching noises

wasteland

mice in the field

rustling grass

worm meal

shattering glass

guitar strings

reverberate

lush textures

luxuriate

yes i cld love him

maybe just maybe i cld

but shd i even want to do?

and why is it i wld?

pierrot lunaire

gazing at the moon

empty sky tonight

deep silent blue

scheherazade is tired

bunnyblu too

sleepless dreaming

thinking of u

3 years – 三年

•December 17, 2009 • Leave a Comment

以徑三年了… it’s been 3 years now… scheherazade, when oh when will u be free of bluebeard’s ghost?…  scheherazade does not wish to live inside pierrot lunaire anymore… she wants to find her peace and fly again…

and scheherazade is reminded of an old old song sung by a beautiful tragic diva – 李香蘭 Li Hsiang Lan (Shirley Yamaguchi)… about waiting, longing, hoping, aching… sorry too tired now to do a good translation, so i shall leave it as it is, even if one doesnt understand the lyrics, one can appreciate the beauty of the sound itself… just an aural experience…

bunnylove

•December 17, 2009 • Leave a Comment

bunnylove bunnylove

why do u cry

little bunnylove?

i cry for a sad blue frog

words so sweet

toxic shock

bunnylove bunnylove

where is this creature

u love so dear?

gone into the mist

destruction’s trail

dark abyss

runaway girl

•December 17, 2009 • Leave a Comment

run run run
faster there u go
love wants to find u
but ur afraid of ghosts

skeletons of fear
weevils in ur grain
crying parched tears
jewels soaked in rain

lost in a crowd
of breathing machines
holding ur breath
trying to blend in

u long to lose urself
in warm sweet laughter
yet afraid to get close
rejection’s looming terror

run run run
u runaway girl
tracing concentric circles
in a cruel foreign world