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
Fast women Your movement is untrue
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
Multicoloured delicious Turns me from kind to vicious
Dark Night Kiss
The mystery of evil What a life it implores
A blank canvas for frustrated perceptions How forgotten the teachings for neutral tone By my side I carry the brush of misconceptions A reversed aesthetic eye means art is disowned
The Window 2
Stop and stare at the journey you unwittingly share The pain in the eyes of the boy who intensely stares
Embraced by death the world had fallen Nothing around
Water Runs Free
Spiral into a stream The barometer of self esteem
When you are dismissed from at an early age It feels like being put in a cage
I replay to remember A gift of joy that also brings sorrow
A daily view both near and far Awash with emotion a yearly commotion
Meaning Of Life
A meaning of life The eternal search
Going backwards In the opposite direction
Just looking out of the window
As night becomes day
People look up to see my dismay
What can I say what can I do
Day after day wandering what to do