Biography of Louis Cecile
Louis Cecile is but a human
being like everyone, but seeks to discover
the mysteries of life and looks for answers.
I have been writing since a young age and have always had a unique perspective of the mad world around me.
My poetry is at its best when dark, but I can find moments to be softer.
I simply enjoy writing and hope people can find some poems they like from my collection.
Check out my blog on: http: //louiville.wordpress.com/
My first self published book is called ‘Thoughts in Rhyme’, which is a journey through life in poetry.
Many of my poems have been selected for publications or competitions.
To read my interview, please visit: http: //self-published-authors.blogspot.com/2011/10/free-author-interview-louis-cecile.html
Louis Cecile's Works:
Thoughts in Rhyme
Louis Cecile Poems
Infectious smile has infected tears The laughter strikes with spears I am not dear and they are not sincere Feeling fear
Seeking space and time, thoughts to awaken my mind Time to walk in my wake, insight for the journey Fate to spark, reveal what lies beneath the bark Distracted by the roots of a tree
You can never lose that part of you Our hearts were beating as one
Fast women Your movement is untrue
Dark Night Kiss
The mystery of evil What a life it implores
A daily view both near and far Awash with emotion a yearly commotion
Embraced by death the world had fallen Nothing around
I live in a world of dreams Unseen not been
From birth we are laid in a hearse, Death unites life, unseen is our curse
Translucent movement What can you see? Enveloping the city, death and misery Sub zero reveals your breath Something in the air to ponder who will die next
Two loves different Yet they remain indifferent
When you are dismissed from at an early age It feels like being put in a cage
I can’t smile anymore I look around waiting for the sound
The age of check in What do we bring today
A radiant flower that needs to bloom
Life is cyclical from the womb to the tomb
Receptive to love from above and around
Lay the seeds to nurture the ground
The sound to hear is a blossom awakening