ma belle...

Bonjour to all... lords ladies welcome all... due to the fact that i am studying Literature I need to somehow have this innate ability to use the romance languages, German, French, Spanish,Latin whatever ... So I have decided to use a little French in my blog. 

Lassie aller... right, so I am annoyed. I have just finished watching the importance of being earnest. However there is a more pressing issue... My muse desires my lolita... horrid because i am afraid of saying anything to my lolita. Only hi, bye and nothing more than the superficial words that pass our lips. This poem would better express it.

Muse and Lolita 

I love and yet fear the consequence 

I have not given up 

the sickness which bothers my heart 

light bulbs of my mind flicker 

running low on her presence 

inspiration closes her door on me 

the accursed one 

The organ blows deep 

rings through Transylvania. 

And they barge in 

wearing their cruxes and bearing offerings of garlic. 

They pin me to the ground

tie me to the stake and try to kill 

Kill an undead ?!

Impossible  

Logic is lost 

let my muse take over 

I relinquish altogether 

Assassinate the Czar. 

My shadow diminish and enlarge 

What does it matter 

of no importance ! 

only my muse knows. 

So i offer it all, 

to my emotion 

no more to my logic 

for my muse has overpowered me, become dominant. 

My reflection 

once pure 

Muddy and choked. 

only darkness surrounds me 

Let me be exposed to the elements 

naked and bare 

I take on the responsibility as Lear 

Singe my white head ! 

Let me be Lear 

free and mad 

this torture is murderous 

black and dark, Gothic. 

I refuse to accept a dogma 

i cannot be bound by strictures 

all of them point their pharisaical fingers 

and condemn me 

stone me

to death. 

Muse Lolita 

continue in struggle

for i shall resolve the issue 

i shall tell her ...soon.