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
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
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
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
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
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…
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 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
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 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
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
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 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
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
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
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
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
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 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
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
