Étiquette : Poetry

Fishermen at Sea

Fishermen at Sea Are we still afloat in the wide open seaCan we see one's fellow not too far from one's sightCan you still reach my hand with some accuracyWill your shoulder by mine lean against this long night Under the dark sky let us raise our tempestsWe must be brave together to form a... Lire la Suite →

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Thomas the Saint

Thomas the Saint I still believe in the ancient worldThis is my doomDoes the ancient world still believe in meI bet you doI still believe there is no clueIf I’m right or wrongOr alive in a tombMy desert my own private landscape I knew a guy he was a cloudHe patronized with a Russian nameBabouchka... Lire la Suite →

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A Dream Told Me

A Dream Told Me The sweat has dripped for nothingBut to swamp the sheetsA dream told meI was afraid to meet Furthermore all the shapesOf this demon of yoursLightness as heavy as stoneA dream told meI was stuck to my bone Many stand in the crowdJust one but he traps youAnd he touches with his... Lire la Suite →

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My Hometown Disappeared in my Back

My Hometown Disappeared in my Back The best idea the one I don’t want to embrace When I’m tired to death when I sudden get low And when I feel my face is drowning with the flow Infinity is always slow empty shadow empty burden Under the bridge the time has stopped to make it... Lire la Suite →

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Volcano

Don't do art it's too lateThe sun is setting down behind the black curtainAnd if you feel any passionPlease go hide yourself in some cave of your mind It's too late to make the differenceAny pretention has to stand to the wallIt's too late to think you're bornAny ambition will be shot in the back... Lire la Suite →

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Cornucopia Oh yes I’m ruining the world Every word I say is like a pickpocket crooked hand If you raise the curtain You will see how such indecency Is in my mind I don’t say I don’t believe in I don’t say I’m not waiting for some light Simply my world is inhabited by seeches... Lire la Suite →

Just Slap it Down

Just Slap it Down This pretention to be someone Just slap it downThis foolish eager to exist Just slap it down This ambition to be applauded By everyone Even the ones that you despiseUnder your chestOn the blackest side of your mindJust right in timeJust pack your things and heat the road You're just an... Lire la Suite →

Ghosts in Underwear

Ghost In Underwear I'm seeing ghosts in underwearThe wind's battering the shutterOf a single tower windowSometimes I live in a manor in a prison cell of my mindMy lonely prison full of ghostsIn underwear Cause you can't fix everything for lifeThere is no words to keep awayThings that can hurt things that can digBig holes... Lire la Suite →

Paysage Encore / Still Landscape L’intranquillité torsion Intranquility torsionC’est la mise minimum This is the lowest betL’assiette à rétablir Landing attitude to be holdLa règle d’aviation Flying rule it is Pensées prédatrices qui volent des lambeaux de chair Predatory thougths pilfering some shreds of fleshAu territoire des songes From the territory of dreamsCreusent des fosses... Lire la Suite →

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