Drops of Love

UNE MAGNIFIQUE SALOPE ET UN BEBE PLEURANT

Une magnifique salope se réveilla un jour avec une idée saugrenue: avoir un bébé bien à elle.
Elle décida alors de se rendre au centre des bébés trouvés.
Un assistant lui présentait les bébés actuellement disponibles lorsque son attention fut attiré par des pleurs.
Se dirigeant vers cet endroit, elle découvrit un bébé en larme.
« Pourquoi donc pleures-tu, petit bébé ? » demanda la femme.
« Je pleure car je n’ai pas de maman… » répondit le petit être.
Attendrie par les larmes du bambin, la femme le choisit pour être son bébé bien à elle.
Arrivés à la maison, le bébé pleurait toujours.
« Pourquoi pleures-tu encore, petit bébé ? N’es-tu pas content de m’avoir comme maman ? »
« Mais tu ne ressembles pas à une maman, alors je me sens toujours orphelin »
Notre toute nouvelle mère décida donc de lui préparer une belle chambre. Elle courut les magasins et revint chargée de beaux jouets et de nombreux vêtements.
Mais le bébé pleurait toujours.
Alors elle le baigna, le langea, lui fit elle*même ses repas de bon légumes, le berça tendrement, lui chanta mille contines… mais rien n’y fit.
Elle changea alors de garde robe, moins clinquante, se maquilla plus légèrement, adoucit son langage et resta sagement à leur maison, mais toujours sans succès.
Le bébé pleurait toutes les larmes de son corps, répétant : « je n’ai pas de maman, je n’ai pas de maman…. »
Dépitée par cet océan de chagrin, la salope prit le bébé dans ses bras et le serra sur sa poitrine. Elle embrassait la petite tête tout en lui parlant tout doucement. Elle sentit même une larme couler sur sa joue.
Et le bébé cessa de pleurer et s’endormit doucement…

Le bébé avait désormais une maman et la salope avait un bébé bien à elle…

Quelques goute d’amour… et tout devient possible.




A WONDERFUL SLUT AND A CRYING BABY

A splendid slut awoke one day with an absurd idea: to have a baby only for her.
She then decided to go to the found babies’ office.
An assistant introduced to her babies currently available when her attention was drawn by tears.
Moving towards this place, she discovered a crying baby.
“Why thus you cry, little baby? ” asked the woman.
“I cry because I do not have a mom…” answered the little being.
Tenderized by the tears of the child, the woman chose him to be her baby to her alone.
back to the house, the baby always cried.
“Why do you still cry, little baby? Aren't you glad to have me as mom? ”
“But you do not look as a mom, then I feel always orphan”
Our very new mother thus decided to prepare a beautiful room to him. She ran the stores and returned charged with beautiful toys and many clothing.
But the baby always cried.
Then she bathed him, changed the baby’s nappy, made him herself meals of good vegetables, rocked him tenderly, sang thousand lullabies to him… but nothing worked there.
She changed her clothes’ style, less flashy, used more slightly make up, softens her language and remained wisely at their house, but always without success.
The baby cried all the tears of his body, always saying: “I do not have a mom, I do not have a mom…. ”
Greatly frustrated by this ocean of sorrow, the slut woman took the baby in her arms and tightened it on her chest. She embraced the small head gently while speaking softly. She felt even a tear to run on her cheek.
And the baby ceased crying and fell asleep gently…

The baby have had there a mom and the slut had become a mother…

With some drops of love… everything’s possible.

The Realm Of The Abyss

NOTE ON DHARSHI’S CRYIES



What sadly moved me the most, went to be the day I understood, every one of us contain a Golden Part. But when looking to our now world, I notice that nothing drives us, to get conscious of that. Nor to get a single start, of sufferance’s meaning.
And humanity to spill, in a lake of complains, creating the Evil, to explain the misfortune they lay in. So being separated, the Good and the Bad becomes antagonist forces that battle the human heart.
Then let’s look at what pornography is.
Is two bodies having sexual relations, whatever the practice, mean pornography? Where do stand the limit between the spice and the perversion? Isn’t it in the way we live it? Make it? Dream it? So pornography does exist only in eyes of a porn consumer… Pornography is just a sample of the emotional drift of men’s behaviors.
But many others can reveal the same.
Putting forward an hypothesis: Good is the safe ground, and Bad the abyss. By knowing well were stand the Evil, we know the limit between both. But Good and Bad are two parts of one life. So avoiding the Abyss shall be as to cut life by two. And what to do with an Abyss?
To fall in or fly above.
And to learn how to fly above, we must know what the Abyss is made of, so fall in…

… and come back.

When DarShi Cries

From the crushed dusts of ancient defences,
Where old times have seen glories of hope
Falling in the vanity’s pyres
For a pocketful of perverted games,
I have started rains of rages,
Dropping from angry heavens,
To wash by floods of ages
The increasing rustles

From men’s invocating chants
Of falsified faith to a God
That never have existed,
Elsewhere than in human’s pride,
I have started a ceremonial
Earth trembling to collapse
At the ground of humbleness
The faked vision of Gold.

From all rotted behaviors
Collected at the mankind’s feet,
The humanity’s tree
Wearing henceforth solely
Pornoïd brown leathes,
I have started one world aridity
In the erratic emotions of a crowd
In the coward chickens’ yard.

From all qualities inherited,
Men have built a city of lewdness,
Where males erect
As females are asked to suck,
So I started a great swindle,
To confuse senses
in a baroque whorehouse
Where lust the only glow.

I am DharShi
God of the deliverance
Keeper of the white level
And I failed to protect
Paradise from barbarians
So I started a great screaming
From my own throat raised
And melted an ocean of tears

A PORNO AND A GREEN FLAME

once I was a porno
I wore all degusts
Humanity can hold.
With my rotted flesh
I did consumed
All body dancers
In my broken arms
I did carried
All soul breakers.
In this porno life
Of self-disasters
I wore all insanity
Life could have hold to me.
With my rotted thoughts
I did consume
My body dance
I did became
My own soul breaker.

"Am I a soft man, in the vapors of one soul that looks for her rest? Devils and Angels have battled in my chest for so many times that I sometimes feel as nothing resting…
Am I a fragile man, in the perfume of his child’s heartbeat that wonder for no more war but to drown in a bath of milk? Am I me, as I dream to be, a pure angel that finally overcame the duality of a human purgatory? Am I laying down, on a mellow carpet, facing a wooden fire that warm my watered bones ? Am I ?"

Once I’ve been a flame,
green of a soft glow.
I shown at night time
The lakes’ surface
And played with
My own reflection.
I was stargazer
Ant the puppets’ keeper.
Of my transparent hands
I caressed
The wounded cheeks
With the ointment
Of my own scars.
I hoped they could cure
Those broken soul
Those heartbroken.

"Am I a light, this green one floating above the dark water? Am I gentle enough so each of my touch can heal without being known doing so? Have my face the warm smile I refused for long that tells “I am ,early in peace” ? Does my hands draw angels’ breathes above the tree of one beloved’s leaf? Am I the soft dream of someone else that never hurt but warm? Am I pure enough to cancel forever and definitely the mean rustle of human’s temptations?"

Once I was a porno
And a green flame…

THE STARS' AGREEMENT

In the large corridor

I hear vociferating voices.
Their decadent rules
Looking at me,
They start to sing…

“you may change !
Coz you’re not like us
You must change !
Coz you’re too dangerous
You gonna change !
To be one of us…”

Nooooooooooooo !
I don’t want to bend
To your sacrificial line
Be one of you a slave
Is not my plan.
As your ephemeral style
Smell rotted and the rain
That falls from the tears
Of your lonely kids
Rust forever
The iron of your heart.
I start to sing

“No I won’t change!
Coz my difference is me
No I can’t change!
Coz I could die of it
I will not change !
But I will surely be”

From pain to pain,
From tears to tears,
I built a kingdom,
From every wound
I rooted out each
Drops of dream,
A spiritual silver
That turns
to vaporous gold
as one sun
came to shine on me.
And that realm will never surrender.
So a voice starts to sing

“Don’t change !
Just be different
Don’t change
But increase your talent
Don’t change
But leave useless torments”


It is 4:39 AM
Sitting outside
I looks to the sky.
The stars according to me
I don’t need other agreement.