Un poète étrange se penche, et tombe sur son couteau blanc. / Appétence ou répugnance?

Un poète étrange se penche, et tombe sur son couteau blanc. / Appétence ou répugnance?

Fermes les paupières, et peut-être la nuit est à toi. Et si tu crois un peu trop l'aimer. Ou crois te trouver au début du bonheur. Attrappe-le, ne l'attends pas. Si tu cherches les mots pour en décrire les contours, et cherche de l'âme une autre avec qui partager, d'accordéon en silence, de flamme en cendre, de souvenirs en épaves, d'étoiles en étoiles et toujours le ciel. Si tu rêves que dans la nuit, toi tu es bercé par les ondes de clareté imaginaires. Oh la nuit est profonde, et n'éclaire que les solitaires et les fous!
Perdu dans ses grisailles agitées , tu ouvres les yeux et prie que le jour se lève, ou laisse cette porte fermée et supplie de jouir encore de cette perdition.



# Posted on Monday, 01 September 2008 at 10:24 PM

Edited on Monday, 01 September 2008 at 10:46 PM

In Vienna.

In Vienna.








Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash.
Oh baby with your pretty face.
Drop a tear in my wineglass. Look at those big eyes. See what you mean to me. Sweet-cakes and milkshakes.
I'm a delusion angel. I'm a fantasy parade. I want you to know what I think. Don't want you to guess anymore.
You have no idea where I came from. We have no idea where we're going. Lodged in life. Like branches in a river.
Flowing downstream. Caught in the current. I carry you. You'll carry me. That's how it could be.
Don't you know me? Don't you know me by now?


Before sunset Poem

# Posted on Saturday, 05 July 2008 at 2:10 PM

Edited on Saturday, 05 July 2008 at 2:34 PM

The dandy's period

The dandy's period


Just a gigolo... Everybody knows the part i'm playin !
[...]
Oh what they say


But there will come a day, youth will pass away uh ! what will they say about...*?

When the end comes I know they'll say just a gigolo
as life goes on without me
'Cause I .....

Pic: BH

# Posted on Saturday, 07 June 2008 at 12:10 PM

Edited on Saturday, 07 June 2008 at 4:19 PM

Mes mains qui coulent.

  Mes mains qui coulent.


J'hallucine une histoire en dentelle et mes yeux la poursuivent.
Dans un lieu rougeoyant, meublé, dépeuplé, sans psyché.
Tes courbes rabattues sur une masse de fruit sans saveurs
Ton regard cherchant ce chef d'oeuvre peint à l'huile sans couleurs
Tes cheveux en l'air, et l'air est ce lieu rougeoyant, dépeuplé

L'âme est un voyageur perdu, dans les lumières brunes et tardives
Je me souviens de sa légèreté et de ce qu'il en a fait.
Une démarche amère, et un temple de visions navrées, puis passives
Chevaleresques, ou le cheval est couché sur son flanc, meurtri

La ville glisse, en silence comme un voleur
Toujours cette fumée, belle, rampant, s'élevant, expirant
Sa source se consumant, entre mes doigts, froids
Tirant sur ces genoux tremblants un pull trop petit

Les nuages s'échappent, poussés par la vie
Les nuages s'échappent

# Posted on Saturday, 17 May 2008 at 8:36 PM

Edited on Saturday, 28 June 2008 at 8:28 PM

Parts of it

Parts of it


"I had a friend once who told me that the worst mistake you can make.... is to think that you are alive.
When really you're asleep in life's waiting room"

Waking life- Dreams for free

"Hey!
-Are you a dreamer?
-Yeah.
-I haven't seen too many around lately.
They say dreaming's dead.
No one does it anymore.
It's not dead. It's just been forgotten.
Removed from our language.
Nobody teaches it, so no one knows it exists.
The dreamer's banished to obscurity.
I'm trying to change that. I hope you are too...
by dreaming every day."

Waking life- Dream is dead

-Excuse me.
-Excuse me.
Hey...Could we do that again?I know we haven't met...
but I don't want to be an ant. you know...
I mean it's like We go through life bouncing off one another...
continuously on ant autopilot...
with nothing really human required of us.
Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there.
All action basically for survival.
All communication simply to keep the ant colony buzzing along...
in an efficient, polite manner.
"Here's your change." "Paper or plastic?" "Credit or debit?"
"Want ketchup with that?"
I don't want a straw, I want real human moments.
I want to see you. I want you to see me.
I don't want to give that up.
I don't want to be an ant, you know...?

Waking life- Ants

# Posted on Wednesday, 07 May 2008 at 2:09 PM

Edited on Wednesday, 07 May 2008 at 4:51 PM