Mardi, 28 août 2007

true knowing all naked but chaos rules in my mind...abâtons les pensées fructueuses...what's going on..fuck this, fuck that...i'm fake..come on, talk to me...i'm innocent... no knowing can spare this unfruitful thought which will be borne until i manage to rid myself of it...why this, why that, i am not me until i can achieve being me again..for what use is writing, if none would make sense while i'm attempting to live this life..in vain..in vain...i've not succeeded yet..when will i? when will i? breathe in, breathe out, i complain, i laugh, i sing, i cry, i love, i despise, i curse, i walk, talk, eat, sleep, work, work, work, type in type out...listen, to what? music...music is great...music saves...music, i love... thank you...why this, why that? in the middle of nowhere, not here, not now, not there...nowhere, where am i going? whence do i come? why, why why??? freedom killer...why not...freedom release... i am free, and thus i am stuck... faggot... cunt... coward... no bloody fucking leverage to lift myself up and do..action..i need action...no stop...life is at a still...a shitty river which does not move..all rivers move...petty lake..still..not moving...make me fucking move... outta here...outta this... wake up, you sleeping moron... wake up..there's a fucking life out there... do...do...do....

Vendre, 10 août 2007

pardon me for i have besieged your kingdom
in the whelm of your throne
in your garden adorned with gold, blue and violets
i seek perennial acceptance
as the sun caresses your angelic face
your gaze witnesses me naked
nothing to hide, only truth
cometh to an understanding
that surpasseth my indignance towards you
i have come to you in surrender
i have come to you in spirit and in soul
my deepest frailties i put forth in your grasp
akin to the thread of my life
for you to do with me as you may
too long have i forsaken you
give me remembrance to embrace
every iota of your majestic presence
for it is you who are my goal
for it is you who are my reason
for it is you who are my journey
for it is you who are my destination
for it is you who are my love
for it is you who are me.

Mardi, 7 août 2007

la mort m'artifice chaque nuit,
chaque matin, dans mon réveil,
je naquît,
naissance qui avec elle,
accompagne un espoir,
l'espoir du change,
de l'améliore, du progrès.

le jour je m'afflige,
je continue dans la même voie,
et je meurs doucement pendant la journée,
jusqu'à la nuit...lorsque j'étend ma vie,
et je donne excuse à mon échec
pour encore une fois,
mourir en absolu et renaître.