02F30 TXT

"Should have known better"

Halted instead

Stop before this small enjoyable moment
Feel it linger on into nascent smiles
Believe in an animated paper soldent
Where all begins and this takes flight

Albeit some hilarious barking of bliss
Lay down beside the aspirations in debt
Mature those vague annihilation theories
Treat them well when you bathe

Will it rain around here you restless hole ?
Seldom tuned to the rhythm of theft
It flies and flies towards an unequal bed
Of straws and knives in between thighs

Respect is such an realm of growth beneath
Great things try to sell the difference
Meager fright to understand what is told
And an elevator reaches the deeper foot

Think of me as the only part you hired
Let it delve towards a passing oblivion
Try to retain what celerity does to those birds
Pray for the next few months and my friends

Can’t the garters lead to such an arrest?
Won’t you follow the link to the point that floats ?
There’s doubt all over me and those shoes
I still hope we’re headed towards figures of salt

Your bright sweat drips to my hungry mouth
Anguish over tactile tiredness and glut
There lies my desire all weaving about
Seems there’s some more thinking to do

Ardentes excuses

Ton garage est une étreinte de bonite
Sans airain il n'y a pas d'armure futile
Il me tarde de surmonter ces nénuphars
Comprends par ta droite mais sous-corticale

Nul besoin de te dévêtir là de suite
L'alcantara ne passe pas bien loin d'ici
Là-bas les roses d'anthracite se font leurre
Et ton souffle se brise au plus proche des fours

Et de ceux qui surplombent doucement les îles
L'encens coule tout contre les récifs frottés
L'ombre se fait refuge pour rougeurs séchées
Sans que la lourdeur d'un doute fâne en désirs

Tes respirations ne sont que pure voltige
L'album de tes larcins généreusement vert
Jerusalem à l'inverse des canaux neige
L'éternel refrain de tes carnets enfoncés

Blâme les voitures, les oripeaux, la serre
Il n'y a pas de couture ni de piano
Pour dire à celui qui se terre en deça
Qu'on invite pas la pomme dans un détour

Et de continuer par-delà les algues
Afin de sourdre d'un altimètre vengeur
À travers les essences de mâts et de corbeaux
Collection d'isthmes étroitement liés

Faut-il encore le percevoir ce galopin
Parmi les méandres insouciants du soi
Tu t'y perdrais de substances à réviser
Mieux vaut donc qu'il se tarisse à bon escient

Reste encore à nourrir la voile découragée
À se dire qu'il aura fallu paralyser
Mettre bas et se répandre en excuses
Et ne plus jamais de chance mélaminée

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In Circles

In your bed, I get dressed
And I wonder where you are
It’s a shame, I wish I
Wish I wasn’t all alone
Wish I wasn’t all alone
All in all, ‘snot so bad
Feel you aren’t all so far
So it is, I keep hoping
But the doubt, it keeps knockin’
Wake my mind…

Running late, feel the rush
You’re in, I’m still in my dreams
Walking straight, follow through
Follow, follow through my tears
Hollow, hollow all those fears
Wander on, ‘snot so bad
I know you might feel the same
Emptyness is comfortin’
Focus more, forward thinkin’
Run my mind…

Get a grip, it’s too long
Long day, seems like
Seems like t'sbeen a while
Since we kissed, and a chill
Chill be blinking in your eyes
Where d'you want
Where d'you want
You should meet me for a while
Let me run, let me find
And then run through my desires
Pull up here, I’m expecting
All these strokes and exciting
Way to go

Reading books, late at night
You’re here, sleeping by my side
Feel your breath, and your feet
Gently rubbing against mine
Hope your dreams Have a place
Where I sneak in between your hips
But the cold paper cuts
Paper brings me back to life
And realize I’ve been missing
From those warm pillow creasings
Waste my time

There’s no way, I feel lost
There’s no, there’s no peace of mind
I came back to your sight
Sight of all mysterious finds
That we saw at the movies
We still went to the movies
And We’re going in circles
It’s a mess, how we miss
How we miss each other hard
And I’m left in a circle
All the trees keep on burning
Where we are ?

Phone Screen Bed Light

The least of eyes
That sees you not
In frames of light
Your sight grow old

It’s just a figure that I meant
To leave this body for a while
Reeling cold in shades of warmth
The lethal vacant future smile

The more of one
Will get us all
Seemingly talking
Of sorrows forgotten

It’s more than just your seed of blight
This vague rebellion you are joining
One day of pale heat arising
Between your fiery clumsy fingers

The feeling lasts
More than the memory
As we are withdrawn
From all conscience

It’s all of us franticly digging
Exhausted pupils in off-white linen
Bleeding inside membranes rotten
Soothing of all our oblivion

The love of me
Is an illusion
As we grew frightened
From our own reflections

It’s bait to further elevation
Belief that one will turn to you
Will take your eyes full of dry minerals
Your supply dries out as a we gaze

The mind to let
Our defeat grow
Won’t lack the courage
To turn the lights off

Fantôme

Mort discrète
Mort élégante
De celles qui enfantent
Ces entailles nettes

Un coeur en noir
Ou blanc de peur
A battre sans saveur
S'est arrêté de croire

Il survole encore
Il monte au ciel
Trop tôt pour être réel
Trop haut pour son corps

Traverse les villes
Passe les années
Un pétale d'une fleur fanée
Qui ne tient plus qu'à un fil

Débarrassé de l'espoir
Il reste toujours l'avenir
Cette plaie à n'en plus finir
Saigne à n'en plus y croire

Déverse ses grands biens
Honore ses promesses
Applique toutes ses caresses
À un coeur qui ne sent plus rien

Pâle comme un fantôme
Sage comme une image
Brûle en moi cette rage
D'avoir détruit mon axiome

All of us have a fairly extensive collection of such figures and inscriptions in our head; and we have the illusion that we are “thinking” the loftiest scientific and philosophical thoughts when, by chance, several of these cards are grouped in a way that is somewhat unusual but not excessively so. This can be an effect of air currents or simply by constant agitation, like the Brownian movement that agitates particles suspended in liquid. Here, all this material was visibly outside of us; we could not confuse it with ourselves. Like a garland strung from nails, we suspended our conversation from these little images, and each of us saw the mechanisms of the other’s mind and of his own with equal clarity.

René Daumal, Mount Analogue

(Source: netdream, via godzilla-en-mexico)

Advice from newfound friend

Just be nice. Live in this instant. Forget it. You’ll be fine. There’s no hurry. Just hang in this great big dark void. Everything will be allright. No hope surely does not mean anything serious could happen to you. It’s just safer isn’t it ? Distance and time. Your safe space from all the drama. Oblivion is the only answer you could come up with in order to cope with the situation. No other way out. Only trouble is you will never ever forget. Brainwash is an illusion. Just like love. An ideal you will maybe touch just once in your life, trapped in a second. A second that may last for years. But Time won’t leave you alone. Maybe try to kill time ? Make it stop ? Keep your eyes on the road. Mind your own safety, and the safety of others. All the passengers. Be patient, kind, and understanding. Time will tell. Tell you what to think. Tell you what you really are, deep down. Do not try to escape. Keep your focus. Watch the road. Everyone will be fine. Try to get rid of these strange feelings. Work on your concentration. Meditation. Emptiness. Until you feel absolutely nothing. And you’ll be dead before you know it. Letting all these eternal seconds pass you by. Preventing your spine from feeling all these intense pains. You miss them don’t you ? You shouldn’t think about them. Get away and escape. There’s plenty of distance to travel. Enough agitation to keep you busy. Until the end. Or maybe the end has already come ? Maybe it’s just hopeless ? It always is in a way, isn’t it ? Don’t worry abour the end. Live in the present. Live in denial. You got it coming. You knew it right from the start. Now get back to reality.

Et Pif Cucurucuc

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La  lumière incisive

Le rocher s'approche

Mes amours décisives

Que je m'y accroche 

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Je tiens en équilibre

Debout sur son bateau

La Gala d'un homme libre

Je plane au plus haut

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L'esquif ne tangue pas

Mon regard devant moi

J'oublie l'entre-moi-et-l'eau

Je vole au-dessus des flots

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Gardant la tête haute 

Je fixe le village

Se pourrait que je saute 

Au devant, pas le sillage

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Ce grand roc me rappelle 

Qu'une fuite en avant 

Ne peut être si belle 

Que portée par le vent

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Mon coeur ne t'arrête pas 

J'ai la vie devant moi

J'oublie ce que je sais faux

M'envole aux aurores des halos

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Et ses faces impassibles

Rigides de gris plomb

Rédigent l'enfer des possibles

Que l'avenir me semble long

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Sans vagues, au ralenti

Le vent ne souffle pas

Je passe tel un esprit

Ce beau piège sans appât

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En plein été j'ai presque froid

Tous hasards devant moi

J'oublie ce que j'aime le beau

Je n'écoute plus que le bruit de l'eau

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02F30, 17.06.2012

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