It Was a Forest...
It was a forest
Where the avarice of the man
The shade of a heavy past was not more than
It was a forest
Where the bark of trees
The beauty of the lost world reflected
It was a forest
Where night singing
The sun of another life awakened
It was a forest
Where the shrine of sky
Soaks lands dried out by the Gods
It was a forest...
It was a forest...
It was a forest …
It was a forest …
The Reception of Happy People
Be silent. Be silent. Close.
Bombastic grubs, you defecate by the face and you drown into your excretions
To disappear, disappear elsewhere, elsewhere, far, very far too much far
It is a lecherous orchestra which plays this evening, its popular symphony
He knows how to scratch in the sensitive ropes of the sleeping slugs
This foul dribbling wounds which pushes me this evening
To reach me in spite of me with these musicians of dumps
It is a damned orchestra which accompanies my suicide
The violinists are mutilated in grey trousers, their orbits are empty
Wood is tanned beggars and doped up to marrow
The burning lips, by blowing in their reeds, make a noise of rattle
The timpanist clubs children with his sex in erection
Brasses cough and splutter the echoes of the laughs of the dying herd
Cymbales tells the filthy rape of an exemplary woman
Accompanied by a schizophrenic in the bright snare drum
Roof space of terror is the view of the diabolic public of this harmony
Miserable and repellent people, serve ammonia them all
Crepuscular look, they attend the eradication of the nice stocks
But they pay not to see definitely, they leave the own hearts there
The noxious armor of a range in sordid stir
Impose dreadful nuances of flats on hymn on joy
Their shades speak and mate around my cerebrum
Be cursed, hybrid animals, I shall drown you in my sobs
But from this dissonant crowd or detestable madness
Poison all people as soon as they sit down at the table
The wisest is ironically the leader of group, severe metronome
That is my hung body, dangling measure in door of Hell
Scar
So many times I wanted to end
In this impenetrable blackness which is life
In this lake of pleur and blood that my hurt existence is
So many times I saw the shade of this rope,
On the wall of my remorse depressed and grey
Inviting me to his dance of death
The one who fissure me of the billowy sea of my madness
My wounds lose blood again
Bringing me back in the limbs an past
Keeping going wildly at my heart
Throwing his venom in the depths of its prison cells
I can however resist never
To see again gracious tone distorted face
You, monster in one thousand cruel forms
The one that the men name and fear, endless misfortune
Kill me, kill itself, I plead you
Tear my foul and gone mouldy flesh
Torture my head, impose on him your pain
Until death dries my tears
Carry my vulnerability in death throes
Put in chains martyr in my hate and contempt
Use up my essence, drive it to agonies of anxiety
Drag my heart in the gibbet and drape me of loneliness
Let me consider the cold marble of my tomb
Leave me in this stream infected by deep bitterness
Take me in the limbs of saving redemption for ever
In the Gehenna and the sinister processions
Scar, deposits your voile on my soul sickened
Bring it either terror but beauty
Give him a beauty such as death will knock which will dare to consider it
Do You Want to Dance?
I am only the shade of a shade which struts oisivement
On the shimmering slabs of the long triumphant pavings
Nobody can believe me and no one would know how to see me
I already intend it to answer me « and me then? »
You cannot touch me because I hit the worst of infections
I spread it against those that I like in the likings of impulsions
Never I wanted to spread this odious microbe
Excuse me, I would not have of remain rendered in your lives
Why it was necessary that I am endowed with this terrible curse
This ugly syndrome that that is to like of a nameless force
But especially why therefore have loved me in return?
Me, the poor magician who missed his last turn
Whom am I? Where from do I come? Where do I go?
It is also clear to me as a sob in snow
The accordion plays no more its agreements of holidays
And it spat out its last sinister note on my head
Loneliness falls in love with my heart
Chafed by my dreams being in tears
My soul is lambasted by its hundreds sharp dirks
Torn by his countless razors…
And you then? Do you always want to blend in in my made swell up heart?
Say to me that you still dance with life so much that it lets you lead?
The lane of dance is slipperier for me who went never there
You do not know whom I am, me either but here is how I am named
I am hideousness made up and badly dressed happiness
I am well-manicured plague and scared joy
I am the crucifix ruined and the badly forged nail
I am Jesus and Buddha
Deep Misanthropy
In the hazy forests,
I wandered far from your mucked up kingdoms
Under the frozen rains,
I wandered far from your accursed breed
In the dark mountains,
Winds fondled my face
Under the grey and dismal sky,
My soul rests of an endless sleep
In loneliness, my body is lying,
Died far from your unclean lands
Died in silence…
Gris
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