i hear the shout
deafening
yet i cant make the sound
out of it
my soul is bleeding
i beg for my sanity
spare me
but the shout lingers
make useless
of my cry
the echo screech
paralyzing
my heart is chained
i hear the shout
deafening
yet i cant make the sound
out of it
my soul is bleeding
i beg for my sanity
spare me
but the shout lingers
make useless
of my cry
the echo screech
paralyzing
my heart is chained
Once in a while
In this wide and wild smile
I seem to find what I’m
Looking for….
But then, these moments,
When the moon is not so far,
And these shapes are familiar,
These moments just seem
To go away…
Yes, they go away just like
These kingdoms of clay
That live in our minds,
They appear, innocent,
And vanish, silent,
As white goes back to grey…
Why is the taste of these smiles
So bitter
On the lips of the beholder?
Mais d’ou vient cette insuffisance
du reel?
Maybe smile is not enough,
Maybe smiles are too weak,
And maybe, somehow,
Kisses would taste sweeter
Once in while
In this wide and wild cry
I seem to find what I’m
Looking for…
Yes, in this primitive exhalation
In this spasm of life,
That ultimate contraction,
That ultimate release,
Yes, there something
That fills the emptiness
Smiles and kisses rise and fall,
And orgasms vanish after all,
Yet in these wide and wild cries
Something remains
Just like the apple,
As it is being consumed,
Goes back to emptiness
But still, feeds the soul
for a while
And once in a while,
In this wide and wild lie
I seem to find what I’m
Looking for…
– Philippe –
Dont get intimate!
my thorns will pierce you apart
Keep your distance!
my core is the black hole
i feed with other’s soul
Never put down your shield!
or your heart will suffer
from my toxic arrow
i can not yet name the color
but into its depth
i stare still
* * *
locked me out
with a seducing voiceless
melody
* * *
i am captured
into his own universe
i was lured
* * *
i could not name the color
but its depth stoned me
twisted
between promised undefined
dreams
* * *
i could not name the color
but its depth is like a gate
beautifully carved
a lifetime i would spend
tracing the lines