Knowledge Of Less Importance



  Knowledge

  Of Less

  Importance

  Copyright: 2011 Serge Seveau

  All rights reserved.

  Book ISBN: 978-0-9871623-0-4

  3rd Edition (Revised - 14th of March 2015)

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  Dear Reader,

  If you would like enlightenment to the more ‘cryptic poems’, navigate to seveau.net, you will find some clarification. Keep in mind that as a reader you will capture your individual ‘feel’, interpretation, parallel, analogy or even paradigm shift for each poem; and as such, you may not want to read the footnote - that can be a good thing.

  Serge

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  Dearest Reader,

  A poem can be like opening a door hinged on both sides. Some share the visions seen through windows of wooden glass. Some torment so much, they cause you to sleep with both ears on the pillow. But, they all germinate and grow to their death.

  So take your eyes out of your pocket, read with your ears and wave Me goodbye as I permeate Your memory.

  Serge, 13th of October, 1988

  Table Of Content:

  Mummy? Daddy?

  Disrespectful dominance

  Nothing's left

  Palms must meet

  Daddy's dismissal

  Happier Sadness

  Aurélie cheats

  Knowledge of less importance

  Souls alike

  The poor chair

  A why to WHO!

  Just a thought

  Silicon Teachers

  Oui for We

  A romance out of tune

  Pillow of love

  Ma terre Natale

  ver Geai nittée

  Amour sans frontiers

  Mummy? Daddy?

  If it can't be found in life what is worth,

  And if the given sex is the curse,

  The scalpel will make you chuckle

  As you claim to have a traitor of a mirror.

  It seemed that only opposites could attract;

  Now they ‘give birth’, condemn to this earth,

  A child with maternal/paternal indifference;

  Cursing the scalpel as a “satanic entrance”.

  Serge, 10th of June, 1987

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  Disrespectful dominance

  Please lend me your hand,

  I need someone like you.

  But anyway, I am a 'man',

  I can pick and choose.

  It is not my fault

  if this disease I got

  is forcing me

  to plead with thee.

  Please be my friend

  and lend me a hand.

  I can not offer in return,

  but we will learn.

  For years I will be in pain,

  but from you peace I can gain.

  First we make you high,

  then we take your life.

  We will experiment,

  make you transparent.

  And thanks to your pain

  I promise I will gain.

  You show no expression,

  sorrow is out of the question.

  You shed not a tear,

  nor do you show fear.

  But if somehow I could explain,

  I am important, a right to gain.

  Your life on this earth

  shows nothing that is worth.

  I am better now, thank you.

  But the least I can do

  is mention your name;

  say you lent me a hand.

  If on me at work

  they want to try something new,

  I'll say don't be a jerk,

  I'm not the guinea pig we once knew.

  Serge, 8th of June 1987

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  Nothing's Left

  And now you are gone,

  I feel so alone;

  I might just as well be a stone.

  I know I did wrong,

  I guess I'm not strong,

  now too late to change my song.

  You see, she does please,

  but a yard up my knees

  is all she fucken’ sees.

  And now you are gone,

  I feel so alone;

  I might just as well be a bone.

  I lay all alone,

  pretend nothing's wrong,

  as beside me lay's my wrong.

  If only I had seen,

  your love was so clean,

  you I never should have deceived.

  And now you are gone,

  I feel so alone;

  I might just as well be a clone.

  Me you called upon,

  you turned I was gone.

  now by the Lord you're called upon.

  As I strum for thee,

  your love comes to me.

  but your smile again I'll never see.

  And now you are gone,

  I feel so alone;

  I might just as well be a throne.

  I guess now it's me,

  Through time I will see

  what life has install for me.

  Like before, once again,

  this blood, my child to gain,

  hope this time there'll be less pain.

  And now you are gone,

  I feel so alone;

  I might just as well be a stone.

  Can I ever be free

  of all this misery

  you suffered cause of me.

  Sometimes I look to see

  if you ever forgive me;

  but these visions are not thee.

  And now you are gone,

  I feel so alone;

  I might just as well be a bone.

  Good times we did share,

  bad times and despair,

  but my trust was not there.

  When two ‘worlds’ become one,

  I seek; you're the one,

  again we will be Father and Son.

  Serge, 10th of January, 1987

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  Palms must meet

  Tomorrow becomes yesterday

  as I wait, endure my stay.

  Yes, my soul shall be free;

  like a butterfly from it's cocoon.

  Yes, my soul shall be free;

  as my body rots I'll fly over the moon.

  The sun rises once again,

  then the moon; what's been gained!

  Another day full of death;

  whether it be Flaura,

  Another day full of death;

  whether it be Fauna.

  We spend time to assimilate,

  only to find we degenerate.

  A mechanism churning beauty to feaces;

  Was there a need for that Rose's death!

  A mechanism churning beauty to feaces;

  Upon our pallets we justify death.

  Now it's Big Bang verses God;

  No matter, death makes you sob.

  One day I will light my last cigarette;

  In the soil my body will rote and stay.

  One day I will take my last agonal breath;

  And upon my grave I will see you pray.

  Serge, 14th of October, 1988

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  Daddy's dismissal

  My knuckles turn to white

  As the blade enters my flesh.

  A tear now blurs my sight;

  These memories all so fresh.

  The point pierces my heart

  Because we were torn apart.

  My worthless existence

  Must now meet termination.

  Even as this blade makes entrance,

  You are my only meditation.

  My Child, my only Daughter,

  Nothing in this world I would rather.

  I remember your first breath,

  The first sweet sound of your voice.

  To my soul you brought health,

  A Daddy to you – proud of God's choice.

  So many plans for us I made,

  Only to stand back; watch them fade.

  Only three summers we did share,

  As came the next, so did the door.

  Our marriage she had to tear;

  As for me she had love no more.

  A Daddy to you I seem to no longer be,

  A life-time of winters is all I can see.

  Is she the one to blame?

  I guess it matters not.

  I now am wounded, lame;

  Must finish my life's anecdote.

  You are my Golden Beauty,

  Without you life is paltry.

  Serge, 12th of November, 1988

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  Happier Sadness

  To the left I push the hands,

  shall return to my antipode;

  must escape this burnt land

  that has turned me so cold.

  I leave behind this land

  in which my father now spoils,

  where my mother seeks the guilty hand

  awaiting he return to the soil.

  I leave behind my Golden Beauty;

  she is surely part of me

  and my pear shaped lady;

  the bitch that never loved me.

  I'll be there in less than four face-full,

  on my emotions no more I'll pull.

  I can see my land I call beautiful,

  but all I see is concrete – nothing to drool.

  I stepped into this grey hexagon,

  for my blood their veins I searched.

  Found memories I thought all gone,

  and the coded gene for which I searched.

  But life here orbits money in shame,

  and their tongue clumsily tingles

  as they ask how much is your name?

  but their ears frown as my pocket jingles.

  I am so good, such a Lady,

  I dress with jewelry, wish you could see.

  But I don't want to be a robbery,

  so at the bank I hide my glory.

  “I am a man – not a fool,

  work very hard, enough tax to fill a pool.

  But wait, this is all very cruel,

  maybe not a man – just societies tool.”

  Each other at their throats like dogs,

  to this, Dear Land, I can not lift my hat.

  You see, Mother France,

  I arrived here sad – but cold for cold

  Australia my wife is my preference;

  as with her my soul won't grow mould.

  Serge, 7th of September, 1988

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  Aurélie cheats

  Aurélie lights a cigarette,

  She turns to me and sighs.

  ……..Je veux…....Je veux

  Aurélie had her heart set

  To have a child; I enter Her thighs.

  ……..Ton bébé......Ton bébé

  But Aurélie is in chains,

  The gift to reproduce; she has no right.

  ……..Je veux……Je veux

  Aurélie please don't live in pain,

  Slide over here, hold me tight.

  ……..Ton bébé…...Ton bébé

  But Aurélie, form life, had nothing to gain,

  In my arms she puts out the light.

  ……..Je veux…...Je veux

  Aurélie please don't leave me so,

  Our love so brief, no time to grow.

  ……..Mourir……Mourir

  Aurélie decided to go that day,

  Opened her veins t'ill the end.

  ……..Je t'aime......Je t'aime

  Aurélie I wish you would have stayed,

  In my heart your love won't end.

  ……..Je t'aime……Je t'aime

  Aurélie, I now walk alone,

  All desires for life have gone.

  Serge, 4th of October, 1988

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  Knowledge of less importance

  One thousand and fifty years;

  My! But you are an old tree.

  If only you could tell me,

  What it is that you have ‘seen’.

  Now, after the press, you come to me,

  And with my pen I write on Thee,

  Only for another to look and read

  What it is that I could see,

  But not the years of mystery

  You could have shown me.

  Serge, 5th June, 1987

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  Souls alike

  She lays there, relaxing, resting,

  Her grey old snout upon Her paws.

  Her black chest slowly inflating, deflating,

  She sleeps; life's momentary pause.

  A sudden bark she does let out,

  Then Her paw reaches mid-air.

  So many memories lives that old snout,

  A dog's life She has to bear.

  A dream to me is spirit sought;

  Inner feelings reaching our conscience.

  An uncontrollable freedom of thought;

  Unexplained, even by science.

  My soul awakes my dreams at night,

  As does Carmen's, it's all so bright.

  Serge, 12th of November, 1988

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  The poor chair

  Here I stand looking into air,

  Hoping that you walk away in despair,

  But life to me is not fair,

  I can do nothing but be fair,

  So I get a scare,

  I'm but a poor chair,

  Please don’t sit on me

  And pass air.

  Serge, 5th of June, 1987

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  A why to WHO!

  With heaviness upon her eye lids,

  Dusk hushes all sounds.

  Clouds come to rest upon the hills;

  No-one now is to be found.

  Petaled bed, incense flows, she sleeps;

  Lullabied by natures sweet sound.

  Of her reins, Glowing Beauty, she dreams;

  If only she was to be found.

  Awake! Birds of night!

  For once your question is true.

  Do stare at such a sight,

  Only once comes such a view.

  Maybe before, a vision so bright

  Left you in frantic wonder – WHOO!

  Serge, 15th of October, 1988

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  Mr. Paddock

  It's a hard task, but it must be done,

  Without such an occupation, the world is none.

  So they get up, as the sun creeps over the hill,

  They sharpen their tools, made of such hardened steel.

  They step into their scissors and off they go;

  These people work sun or snow.

  ”How would you like it today, Mr. Paddock?”

  ”Short back and sides, you know the habit.”

  Yes, today’s Farmers are the earth’s barbers.

  Serge, 13th October, 1988

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  Silicon Teachers

  What is to become of us,

  We are so vulnerable, touchable.

  How can we even compete,

  They are so calmly achievable.
br />   Oh yes, how they sit there

  In brilliance of knowledge;

  All these highways leading back and forth,

  Such a resemblance to our fragile cerebrum.

  They do not strike; except for black-outs,

  They don't even take time to eat;

  Well, that is unless it comes to chips.

  They don't even sigh nor smile.

  They teach, but do not learn at will,

  Their intelligence is a reflection of its informer.

  Such a nice symmetrical

  Well balanced teacher.

  They shall be the end of us poor cytoplasmic teachers.

  No more shall the child feel a shiver

  From the blackboard

  As his eyes begin to sore and water.

  Serge, 2nd of July, 1986

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  Oui for We

  Why can't you see you’re meant for me,

  And yes it's true, I'm meant for you.

  Don't be lonely, come and see me,

  It's up to you, I'll come to you.

  And why deny, you know that I

  Can make you smile, give us a try.

  Your hair is long and so blond,

  Your eyes are blue and all so true.

  You talk so fine and are so kind,

  I can't resist, I need your kiss.

  You’re in my dreams, I'm in your dreams,

  Why disagree, our love can be.

  Serge, 12th June, 1987

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  A romance out of tune

  Why must it be a tragedy,

  after all, it could never be.

  You seemed to have an eye on me,

  or was I just in a day dream.

  Now I've got the fears,

  You've got the tears,

  and this romance could never be.

  And now you play my favorite tune,

  but it will have been borrowed.

  and who gave order for this croon,

  to have my heart further sorrowed.

  Now I've the tears,

  You've got the fears,

  and this romance could never be.

  You made him first, he had the thirst,

  Now you want to hide as he takes pride.

  You see, I never did aim to flirt,

  get up your skirt or make you hurt.

  Now I've got the fears,

  You've got the tears,

  and this romance could never be.

  You seemed to have confuse me for another,

  The one that has more than one lover.

  So now, lets just leave it as it is,

  It's not worth, not even a kiss.

  Now I've the tears,

  You've got the fears,

  and this romance could never be.

  Serge, 9th of May, 1987

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  Pillow of love

  Got home late last night; and we had a fight.

  We argued and argued, most of the night.

  Then she came to me with a rolling pin,

  Quickly I thought, said with a grin;

  There ain't no use bitchin' to me,

  there ain't no use to beatin' me,

  there ain't no use ignorin' me;

  Cause lovers quarrels always

  resolve upon a pillow.

  Well, the very next day, to make me pay,

  She got drunk, stunk like a skunk,

  Like all the time, we had a fight.

  She started swearing', I started sayin',

  There ain't no use to start drinkin',

  Just go and put away your Gin.

  There ain't no use callin' me names,

  Cause it just don't involve no pains.

  Cause lovers quarrels always

  Resolve upon a pillow.

  Later that night we had a fight,

  She said she'd be on the next flight,

  But from her draw she pulled out a saw.

  To save my life, I said with a smile,

  There ain't no use to leavin' me,

  Like usual you'll return to me,

  There ain't no use for a lawyer,

  There ain't no use for a jointure.

  Cause lovers quarrels always

  Resolve upon a pillow.

  The next day was her birthday,

  Took her to dinner; said I'd pay.

  When the candles disappeared,

  I leaned over, whispered in her ear;

  Lets go and do some lovin',

  We need no fight to get goin',

  Theirs is a pillow of pretence,

  Ours is a pillow of romance.

  Serge, 26th of April, 1987

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  Ma terre Natale

  Me revoila, 17 ans plus tard,

  Je suis revenue en France,

  Et comme je ne suis pas batard,

  Vais conaitre mes alliance.

  Je vai m'amuser; sa sera bien,

  Avec les enfants des parent qu'on baises

  En même temps que les miens.

  Mais, Je me suis tappé toutes les Mémé.

  Alors me voila dans ma terre natale;

  Mais tout d'un coup, 'le telephone arab',

  Touts mais relation me disent 'a table',

  Un besoin de me render conaissable.

  Persone est pareille, mais, indifferent,

  Chaque 'port' la même histoire.

  Une bise par jou en les 'reconaisents';

  Je ment, que je ment, “quel mémoire!”

  C'est incroyable, je vous le dis,

  Mes oreilles me font trop mal!

  Toutes ces histoires qu'ils ont vomi,

  ”Oh putin!, je te conais!”, leur veux brutal.

  Chaque étape, du plaisir ils veul que je pass,

  Chaque éscale beaucoup j'ai apris.

  Mais 96 heurs lentement sa pass,

  Dans 4 murs, costume raillure, sans capris.

  S'il y a une conversation commencée,

  Je vous empris, eviter,

  Dans les yeux de les regarder,

  Si non, a la conversation vous seré colé.

  A une chose on ne peut pas échapper,

  A la bouffe il sont luire.

  Mais moi, pas d'heur pour manger,

  12 et 7 on est gaver; presque on piss de l'huile!

  'La vrais verité' je vous las dis,

  Vous voulez changer d'air, d'avis,

  Enconre une fois je vous le confie,

  Venez paz chez ces con de Français pouris.

  Serge, 3rd of October, 1988

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  ver Geai nittée

  Si tu me veux, si je te plais,

  Bien dit moi le, Mais s'il te plais,

  Ne me ragote pas que tu m'aime;

  Une anecdote tres ordinaire.

  Si tu savez, tant de garçon

  Ont essayé, mais cette chanson

  Ma Épuiser, même sur mon cœur

  Elle a graver de la douleur.

  Jamais je ne comprendré

  Comment il peuve confondre avoir aimer;

  L'amour pour moi c'est sacré,

  Pour eux sa veux dire d'ètre alonger.

  Je me rapelle ma Mère ma dit;

  Ils viene toujours vers loiseau encore au nid.

  Mais les gua sont plend de capris,

  C'est une leçon j'ai vite apris;

  Qu'il ne faut pas croire touts les mot

  Qu'il sorte ces gua, c'est des echo.

  Des écolier dans leur folie.

  Mais maintenant je les conais,

  J'ai que 16 ans; mais rancunier.

  Jamais je ne comprendré

  Comment il peuve