Electronic funeral

She was always running
Running from her lovers
Running from her parents
Running from the landing.
She was always thinking
Thinking a little too much
Thinking it’d always go bad
Thinking about the ending.
But when she was playing
You could see her eyes stare
Deep into the notes she faded
You could hear the piano yelling.
There’s a mysterious beauty
In the dark core of a melody
Played by a broken woman
In an electronic funeral.
But whenever she was away
From the confort of her way
She ran and fought against
Anyone that would care.
Cause it was easier to think
That everyone wants something
And after all these heartbreaks
There never was anything left.
She’d run so far from all
That she didn’t know
She was running from herself
As she was going slightly insane.
So she ran faster to not get caught
By the love some offered to her soul
She couldn’t accept the fact
That she had dangerous eyes
And right behind
A wonderful life.

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You Don’t Know How Lucky You Are (H.)

Does he know
How you are
Every time
You close
Your mouth ?
Does he know
Not to laugh
When you’re tired
And the world
Is on your back ?
Do you know
Your hands make
Whatever they take
A beautiful mess
Because of its strength ?
Does he know
Not to talk
About your home ?
Does he do eulogies
Silently for your soul ?
Do you know
Your eyes shine
When you’re mad ?
Does he notices the gaps
Your unique face shape
Makes when you laugh ?
Does he know how much
You hate those holes
Even if they hide your
Well guarded soul ?
Does he know
What song you play
When no-one is there
And the floor’s your bed ?
Do you know
Where you’ve been ?
Do we know
What we are still ?

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If I were to die tonight

If I were to die tonight
Will you write about I ?
If I ever become the man
You never thought I was,
Will you draw me on your hand?
If the art just goes
And I can’t find home,
Will you stay close?
If there weren’t ages
And people were crazy,
Would it be so messy?
If I ever hurt your soul
And do everything wrong
Will you accept my fault
And love me when I’m old?
Will you hold my hand
Late in the dark night
When silence surrounds us
And we left all behind?
Time is never right
And I’m still a child,
Denying the fact
That the world ends up.
So if we ever cease to talk
Will you still hold my home?
For I am too much of a traveler
To ever be left alone so long.

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About a girl

Woman,
I think I’ll always miss you
No matter how we end it
No matter what hate eats
In my lungs you’ll live.
Sweetheart,
All these games we play
Always get me so pale
And I can’t help but fall
Into the world of stone.
Sweetlips,
Everything I ever did
Was to your wishes fulfill
Even when you said ‘leave’
I hurted my knees
But I finally did.
And please do not
Look me with those
Magnificent globes
Cause I’m still drunk
From their mad love.
But woman,
You are growing so fast
I can’t keep track of the time
Always passing me by
As I don’t hold your hand.
So please do not forget
The union we used to create
Every time I touched your hair
You’d breathe from me
As against my chest you’d read
Dusted poems emerging from my head.

Le chat

Il faut bien mourir de quelque chose
Me dit un chat aventureux;
De stupidité, de peur ou de pénurie
De poésie, d’amour ou de whisky
Mais il faut bien mourir.
Il faut partir de telle façon
Que les yeux de la mort
Pleurent avec passion
D’une vie si pure prendre.
Mourir ne pourrait jamais
Être quelque chose nette
Sans que l’on lui laisse
L’art qui reste pour naître.
Je regarda le chat vivre
Toujours en harmonie
Avec le temps et sa nature
Il maîtrise la quiétude.
Et ce comportement
Enivra avec ardeur
La flamme renaissante
D’une âme réjouissante.
Et entre les griffes du félin
Ecœurées de la guerre sans fin
J’ai aperçu mon être défilant
Face aux portes de la raison.
Le chat m’a quitté sans adieu
Une larme a lâchée mon œil
L’autre œil resta souriant
Face aux neuves expériences.