Biography of Marcel Tourdot
Loved and lost and laughed and cried. Just the same as everyone else. I'll soak it up and enjoy the ride. THe joys and ironies in life. Until the tolling bells ring out and tell the world i've died.
Marcel Tourdot Poems
A light like yours can lead me home. A body warm inside my arms. A fantasy so alive, made of flesh and bone. A voice of warmth, a scent of light.
If I Lied
On nights that life seemed merciless and cruelty stood beside. The spirits flowing in my heart escaped through blurry eyes. A peaceful sea has raged to life with madness on her mind. I do not know if I can stand the storm that threatens now to rise.
And as the day begins to fade I slip into this night's confusion. The renegades of memory become my souls single intrusion. Now taken back to times of you. I find my memories mind entombed.
Tripping falling, loss of balance filled with words still left unrhymed. Beauties creature, a face, a picture, love is sometimes so much unkind. Messages never heard, words unspoken, and without a voice. The visions viewed upon the screen rise up without a choice.
Sign Above The Basement Wall (Screaming ...
Oh my dear friend please take me home I feel so lost so all alone Please send my soul back to the start. Back to the place that stole my heart.
Sweet And Rare
The heights of beauty that she cast were more than I could reach. The loss of all the chances great are now a lesson just for me. So unaware and unprepared to meet her rolling body flared While resting on that midnight beach.
Sunshine Eyes Inside her mind so rapid and kind. A grace and innocence long ago feared to be lost. In her embrace you still can find. Revealed again and running wild. Inside of her it lives and breathes. Inside of her it thrives. Sunshine eyes that rise with her smile, irradiate her laughing face.
Good Morning (Haunted Visions)
As dreams do fade into the pending (coming) of a brand new day I find myself with foggy mind and sometimes with a pounding brain It’s without fail each morning that your vision visits me And even when you’re miles away your face I always see.
Tribute To The Late Warren Zevon
A friend of mine I never knew died only yesterday He spoke the truth within his heart a genius some may say. A kindred spirit met his maker just the other day. I missed him long before he ever actually went away.
Envy And Pity
Envy is only reserved for the fighter whom rises up with victory. And pity is placed upon the fallen, shame it is his parting prize. But more precise than black and white within society’s confines. Instead I say place envy at the feet of those with courage still to fight.
My hands are numb and my mind is moving slow. The things I’ve done have soaked my brain with such heavy vicious blows. But still I do not know how to remove myself from all of these pains. And still I make no efforts to remove the venom (coursing through my) veins.
Please don’t disappear. Don’t fade away. Don’t let your gypsy side cast me astray. I need you now more than I ever knew. I don’t care what you’ve done or what it is you will do.
Looking back on the road that brought me here. I must admit I have no regrets. I’ve loved and lost and laughed and cried. And by God’s grace alone I haven’t died.
Hope For A Kind Heart
My eyes are blurry my mind so teary. And peace and rest from me are always fleeting. No victory (and no advance) so now I’m left retreating. Back again into the darkness all alone but not without hope.
It's always oh so very pleasant; and oh so very nice,
to see you happy with a smile so broad upon your face. I hope (for your sake and always) that I may find you just that way,
With eyes of vibrance, filled with a splendid and
a constant peace of mind. Always so healthy, and so happy, with fate your best friend and ally. filled with tidings for your family's wishes great. So glad and always may you find yourself within your loved ones warm embrace. For you I wish the best in life, t