A flower in your hair, a dress, all white, as snow, and your brown eyes, in them I stay

A flower in your hair, a dress, all white, as snow, and your brown eyes, in them I stay

Poem by Marc Aupiais

I fight lions for you, and men who are like lions,
One can only kill one, as it is about to strike, I know this as I hold my dear pathetic stick,
And I walk, as the ground does cake and break, and i climb the strange mountain, I have never really been seen to know,

The night is dangerous here, as I seek you out, yet move not at all, I’ve hardly left my room,
I seek for you, in nightmares, and in dreams,
In memories, which the world neglects,
I seek you, whom I betrayed,

I seek you, having become suddenly awake,
Suddenly capable, and as awake: in pain!

I seek you, my medicine and more, but not to cure me,
I seek you, in hope that I may be there, as your thing,

Will you find me, as I seek for you,
A flower in your hair, a dress, all white, as snow, and your brown eyes, in them I stay
As I dream of you, the desert in my dreams, the arctic in my blood,
And nothing much left of me as such,

I seek you out, white maiden of hope,
I search for you, whom I love when sane, and when awake,
Eyes close to the world, and the lies of sight, and sound,

I seek you out my love,
May I never cease to believe,
May I always be so deluded: or whatever the world does call me for my quest,
A flower in your hair, a dress, all white, as snow, and your brown eyes, in them I stay
And you stay in my heart, and in mine,

For nothing is like loving you, and nothing compares to being loved by you!

The Sky was jagged, the dawn was broken, the waves, did sweep me away

The Sky was jagged, the dawn was broken, the waves, did sweep me away

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Poem by Marc Aupiais

The Sky was jagged, the dawn was broken, the waves, did sweep me away
Friendship lost, hopeful gone, so much gained, so much lost,
And ahead was the dawn, and jagged rocks, and by the sea, netless, as it was, I noticed fins,
I noticed sharks, and felt much sympathy with them, so much I nearly swam,
Yet, ahead, were the jagged rocks, ahead was what was hard, ahead was pain,
Daily pain, moment by minutes, second, by hour, ahead was pain, I followed it, my dear grave,
And as I entered the current, cautious of the sharks, knowing I’d cut my feet on the rocks,
As I pushed, and was swept out, I wondered how long I’d have,
And I grabbed onto the rocks, my hands now blood, and desperately pulled myself forward, as around
And beyond, a different current came, and in my pain I felt nothing, then everything, as I crawled, and jumped,
On broken feet, with broken bones,
And as I moved, in danger with ever step,
And up ahead were the jagged rocks, and by them the dawn,
And I walked, and I hopped, and I screamed, screeched like no banshee ever has,
And out-howled every wolf, as I approached dawn, not dusk, the sun which is my moon,
And around me, the fins did circle, and some did jump, as I scampered, and lunged, and as tears and blood filled my vision, and my life, and as ocean spray did fill my senses.

And as missiles, these fish did move so fast, so smooth, with no effort, in the tidal pool of life,
My fate is hardly secure, I can only try, and my heart does beat, perhaps to fill the blood I have lost,
Perhaps, to give me the strength to get past this spot,

And it’s like you are there now, watching me, as I want to give the fish, what they desire,
Out of some empathy,
And as I drip my blood into the water,
And I wonder,

Shall I go on, or fall, knowing that a strange, evil force shall catch me,
And while I crave the other, in all my pain,
I know that forward is the only way, and as the tide does come, and as the spray does spit,
And as the rocks are suddenly less secure, I leap, and hit the ground,
And wonder if it is the dawn or sunset I strive towards,
In this dusk as I hope I jump to rocks, as some of the rocks I see do quite fast, move,

Forward i head, towards what I hope as to be dawn!

Does not play much well with others

Does not play much well with others

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Does not play well, such is my title,
Does not get along, or gets along too well,
And becomes your heart, even your god,
Does not play well, much, with others,
Such is me,
I snuck into your life,
I stole your heart,
But unknown to me, you stole mine too,
And yes, I betrayed you, a thousand times,
Yet, it hit one, like the morning smog,
And I awoke, to the bright light of day,
Suddenly in pain, Suddenly not only to regain,
God’s will I asked, a fateful step,
And as the ocean did sway, my feet did move,
And to your song did I sing, and to your words did I sway,
And I died yesterday!

And while it hurts, and i do love the sunset night,
The purple of the deep dark shades,

Yet, somehow, as I ask God’s will again,
And infuse myself with it many times again,

My heart flutters and begins to beat,
And while many a person I have lost, and many a friend, long-time, no more,
Yet I look to you, my dawn, and kneel in hope of thee,
And your kiss alone I crave, as what is lost,
Is but lost, but I am no longer so lost from/to thee..!

Your bed is on fire, with Antarctic fire, you're sadly burning for me

Poem by Marc Aupiais (I really enjoyed writing this poem, it is the sort of humour which helps one become chaste)

With passionate something, you’re burning for me

You say you’re hot, it’s not only you, dear beautiful woman,
Your soul is hotter, it’s burning with hell,

You bed, may be burning, burning for me,
But you are crisp in it, dear perfectly tanned woman, a skeleton’s key,

And your best clothes’ you’re wearing, the ones you know I like,
They’re tempting to me,

Yet, the hotter we’d get the closer to hell,

You are quite hot and bothered,
To that, ma’am I attest,

Yet, are you ever hot for God anymore,
You bother him in that tempting short dress,

And you wear make-up for me,
And whatever colour you know I like,

And anything else to ease a transition from dark to night,
But I still want to choose the light, and you are no lady of the night!

And I wonder what we lost that moment,
When first you saw me different,

When first I was not human,
And when you wanted me!

When did you go from wanting to wanton,
Am I nothing to you,

Every man can fall,
Even I can, especially you, dear ma’am,

And yet, I belong to another,
A promise I made, A promise I made,

And I look to you, all dressed in black,
At your eyes, and at your mouth,

All dress up for me,
No,
Not me,
It was never for me,

It was for you, to tempt me into you,
To change my being into something else,

And I look to you, all beautiful, and sublime,
I watch, moved by you, and your moving dress,

And I approach you death, wondering what of me is left,

And this is my light, as I approach you in the night, and as I begin to choose death over light life,
I look to you, your lips are not hers, your hands are not her hands, your hair is not hers,

I have miles to go, and promises to keep,
A promise to her, for all eternity, to be,

Whatever happened, should I be snared, caught or free,
To her my soul, my body belongs,

And should you snare me now, a million times,
I will free myself, and seek not thee,

If I were to fall three times, three times I’d seek her,
For she is mine, and I am hers,

And in my promise, and by humour, by laughing as I turn,
Laughing at what you should whisper in my ear,

I realize what I am missing, and I am hers,
What can you offer me, some infidelity?
What can you give me, anything in whole and truly,

Your panties are in a bunch,
Keep those bunched panties on,

I am not your boy toy,
Nor your someday boy whose your toy

Your panties are in a bunch,
Keep those bunched panties on,

Truly, I am hers, not but hers,
... and hers and hers and hers and hers... hear ma'am bunched panties: alone!

Sunset Rise

Sunset Rise

Poem by Marc Aupiais

I died today, I wanted you to know,
It was not a death natural,
I died today, I breathed my last,
I could not hold onto the sun,
I could not clutch it's light,
Though I saw it set,

I died, strictly speaking murdered,
But do not look to my friends,
For my friends do mourn my death,

I died, it was not them,
They'd rather the world end than not have me,
And indeed, with my death,
Does many a world end,

I died today, do not seek my death,
You will not end my work,
For, my mere birth, did undo your hope,
For my short or long existence did undo your evil work,

Do not seek my friends, or family,
Non of them did take my breath,

Do not look to love and hate,
None of them were involved,

And my end did backfire,
For my life and death,
Both do work, to undo death!

Do not seek me in the sun,
Instead, look to my grave,
Instead look to my Lord,
Instead look to my life,

For when today does come,
Should it ever emerge as such,

If I am dead and gone,
It was for my work,
And what I was called to from birth,
If we die today, whenever it is,
If we die, it is for our work!

You change like the wind, my dear,

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Poem by Marc Aupiais


You change like the wind, my dear,
Unseen, like the night breeze,
You change inside, my dear,
Hidden from the world,
Mother leopard with her cubs,

You are the arctic storm, my dear,
You send chills into my veins, and heart,
You sent daggers into my soul,

And you eat my heart, like an ice cream dish,
And drink my blood, as though it were wine,

You’ve destroyed my hope with any other, my dear,
I cannot escape the chain of your love, your presence,
I want only you, my dear, dearer, dearest of all, things there are,

I want you, alone, my dear,
Whatever comes, as your night breeze blows
As the moon hardly lights the way,
And you whisper like the wind and water,

More real than any other in my life,
You set my soul on ice, yours for life!

I only wanted you... to know, how you hurt me too

Poem by Marc Aupiais

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I only wanted you to know, as I near daily do,
How it hurts me when you do, when my tired guilt ensue,

Yes, though it hurt me, what ensued,
Though I felt pain in hurting you,
You took my pain in two,
And took pleasure in the harm I'd do.

You took joy in my revenge,
You took what hurt me and too revanche!
And though I am racked,
tracking grief,

You enjoyed all my wrong,
And pleasured in my broken, painful, revenging sins!
Though I thought, I was in revenge,
It was really you who controlled it all,

And I , not you were schooled,
My revenge, turned in love,
I could never bare to lose, you,
Yet, powerless, I always lose my soul,

And, what revenge have I,
When I only want your good!

For to hurt you, is to hurt myself,
It seems though it's me I hurt,

Though revenge cost my soul,
Living water, joy of my heart,
You always know my ways,

You hide your hurt!

Do you think, love!?

Poem by Marc Aupiais

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Do you think, truly, love,
That I, That I, would ever leave you,
That I would not be true, 'til the world bids us all adieu

Too true, is my love for you,
None could boo, or soothe me away, from you,
My dear, be you siren or harpy, or bygone, be be you gorgon,
Or Venus, be you death or life or,
both combined in stealth!

I am yours, body and soul,
So far as I can give,
That which is not God's alone!

My all is yours, as my covenant did pledge,
That covenant in my dreams, in my heart!

You are not fashion or changing trend,
You are the style of my soul,
My watering hole,
For you refresh my soul,
In my teeth or like a mole,

I would never leave you,
I never would,
Nor even if one could,

Leave the siren of life,
The arrow of love,
The monster of my dear,
vehemency, in the storm that,
dynamism, of energetic wrath,
and love,

Which my soul loves:

Is you!

Vehemently, I near curse God

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Vehemently, I tell you,
I say in prose, or poem!

I cry, I weep, I shout,
I kiss even, as though with words!

I see a word, I cry | I weep,
I burn myself, the pain is deep!

I wake up early, I have to read,
I stress myself, I cannot sleep!

I near curse God,
Vehement is the cause!

And upon your nation,
I near call death!

And every notion,
It does hit!

I do not belong,
I cannot, I sing my song!

I cannot, I sing my song!

Cosmos catholici

Poem by Marc Aupiais

While alone, I will be gregarious,
I am never alone, though locked and key.. correct!

No cell but yours keep me,
No prison, but the freedom of love, Eternal!

To be for you I am to be kept!

They will call me a fool,
A lap-dog, so I'd accept..

One who submits, to one they think to be lack!
Hardly they know the truth on lack!

I shall nev'r on any hight or landscape's prom. turn my back on true you!

You are not the devil's witch,
Your spell, which is all of
you, is by prayer,
It is God who has chained me,
All of me in your heart,
It is his spell on us both,
Of truth, dear!

And my submission, in love,
It saves many souls,

And my foolishness prove,
My humble lift high!

For they treat you quite high,
Rightly they do,
To be true, though,
Non sequitur, is their general way!

And though I know your sin,
It is true mine too!
In the world I am,
Humble must I find to become!

I will not: to leave you ever:
I will: To die when you do,
But live if God not afford!

You are my calling,
I am fallen into!

Humility,
Not pride,
In truth,
Lead me and you!

Second vote on healthcare

Note by Marc Aupiais

Republicans use two minor errors, to send healthcare bill, which America's Catholic Bishops claim will fund abortion back to house of Representatives. The send back is reported by EuroNews! It was already signed by pro-abortion Barak Obama!

After folding to presidential pressure, previously pro-life Catholic Bart Stupak, has even now gone as far as to deny the authority of the pope, says Thomas Peters, a prominent layman in America. Bart Stupak, has for years until now been able to rely on the support of the USCCB to pass legislation. Both the Catholic Bishops, and pro-life groups are almost certain to find ways to punish Stupak for his betrayal of their alliance.

Thomas Peters, who has written for a bipartisan pro-life cause, has claimed that the pro-life Democrat is still not a myth. Conservatives have begun circulate a video, claimed to show Stupak saying he would support a widening of abortion coverage, if it achieved his other means. Claims of money changing hands have also since been made.

The healthcare fight has discovered a deep rift in the Catholic church between Catholics loyal to the pope, and Catholics who use their religion to front the political cause of the Democratic party, and who inevitably either trivialise the mass and systematic murder of innocents, which is wrongly called just abortion and not murder, or else, these even dare to directly support it!

To be not gregarious, or else not deep

Poem by Marc Aupiais

You may ask why distant, though I think you know,
I do not much care for those in close,
A few good friends, though none as much as you know,
My deepest secrets, my great shame, not for me alone.

I am quite private my dear, I like to stay hidden,
Though for you, I would light all the world!
Or set it alight!

We are both garrulous and both deep,
We both fear, we want each other to keep.
Our society is not likewise,
Our manners not the same.

Our morals may be different, compromise for me all the same!

Do not be all distant, you change when you truly love,
Forget their wounds, or remember them,
But do not transfer unto me their epithet.
Do not kill my hopes and dreams.

When I ask you change, it is only a request,
Though I may ask forcefully, it is after all, for your best.

I am here for later, and here early on,
Let us eat Italian together, French or Japanese!
It is only cuisine, dear, what matters is what hurts the heart.

So the abortionists win?

Article by Marc Aupiais

I just read in InforumBlog, that Stupak, who is clearly if so: stupid, caved. Apparently he settled for a future promised executive order saying funds must not go to abortions, from a man who made just about the opposite promise to Planned Parenthood, and the money-weilding abortion lobby. The executive order can only be a cheap way to duck out, hardly a guarantee, or irreversible, and easily misread. The blue dog Democrat really is a myth, as is Stupak's Catholicism, if the report is true, as seems so!

Sex abuse in church

Note by Marc Aupiais

Been watching perspectives on EuroNews, finally a pope who cares. I hope those homosexual paedophile rapists are not just disciplined for their rejection of God's gospel and Simonry of the flock, and the weak- but that they are arrested also. Why are any bishops or others involved in what is portrayed as a conspiracy yet to be arrested? It is still only suspicion, true, but the real must be separated from the false- justice ecclesiastical and statutory must follow, states somehow have let these monstrous perverted evil-doers off. When last was excommunication last declared for such matters as disobeying the Canon Law? The world is sick because the church is weak!