A word on poetry

Poetry just is
I’ve seen it
Felt it
Suffer it…
You know a girl asked me
As the day was rising
What is it that one needs
To make poetry ?
What is a writer
Where lays the science ?
You know darling
There’s no secret to dancing
Everything has poetry within,
Everything you see
Everyone you meet
Everything you feel
You just have to live
And live, girl, live
Until there’s no need
No greed, no fear
And say everything there’s to say
And write every trouble in your head
Make it all fade into the shades;
Burn all the pages,
Poetry like life has no science
Just what we make out of it
So don’t ask me
And go after it.

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Cage deep inside

I should call her
Tell her to come home
That we were wrong,
That nothing can work.
We shall lay here on this bed
Listening to each other pray
For music to be the meaning
Of every one in this world living
And love may be the cure
For absent childhoods.
Let’s just lay there
Watching it fade
As our voices shake.
I should miss her
But I don’t
I’m far gone
But her spine
Calls my heart.
And every word I ever say
It’s for your mind to forget
The bad you carry on your back
The bad you carry because of I.
Do not worry, I won’t be bothering
The peace you meant to be finding
I just need some glasses of art
So I can finally let you behind;
In a cage deep in my heart
Where you’ll live
Comfortably
Until the end of my time.

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Little bugs in my disturbed mind

Can’t we just live in harmony ?
Why we just rest in peace
But not live in peace ?
Why do we all
Have to be remarkably mean
To people we secretly fear ?
We’re trapped inside
A machine
They inducted in our little minds
Selling it as a dream
When it is just suffering;
A world of whores & lies,
We absorb ourselves into recreational coma
Letting life pass besides our sofa.
Fuck their false dreams, their big houses
I just want a beer & the love of you darling.

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Taper sur la machine à 4h18 jusqu’à que vos doigts saignent un peu

Comment converses-tu avec une personne
Si vos lèvres ne sont pas entièrement
Destinées à la parole véridique
Qui submerge cette existence non-pudique ?
Les mots de l’âme éclipsés
Par nos messages mal structurés,
La flamme du cœur enivrée
De vertu, de vin et de poussière.
L’on est comme des anges tombés de l’Olympe
Entre les dieux l’on s’est révolté
Car leurs idéaux nous surmontaient
Et les démons nous proposaient une rampe
Vers un monde plus candide
Où les humains vivent en harmonie
Sans se soucier des normes préétablies
Qui guident et affaiblissent
Notre cœur et esprit.
Il n’y a rien de plus honnête
Et de plus humainement vrai
Qu’une conversation entre deux
Qui dérive sans objection ;
Une personne parle et l’autre écoute,
Sans penser à la réponse avant qu’elle s’écroule
Entre les mensonges et les paroles
Des indignes d’être présents.
Alors écoutons le chant des Hommes
Et laissons de côté le jugement
Prends la main de ton camarade
Et arrêtons ces algarades.

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Another tequila night

Another tequila night
Girls gone wild,
Alcohol to the core
Of this special shot.
I used to love the game
Flirting with someone else
Finding a new person
Releasing the pressure.
Now I don’t feel anything
And all is boredom,
Thing are good seldom
I don’t find it interesting.
Why look for another woman
When I can’t forget the old one?
Why play for days, months, years
To get fucked up in the end of it?
My addiction is coming back
And I don’t have the energy
To keep it from my misery
As in my mind I hold you tight.
I want it all to just go
Though these lines
Don’t seem to stop
And I’m tired of trying
When there’s just acting.
More tequila is coming
Girls all around puking
A pen slices my hand
Blood filling my insides,
And I begin to write.
I’ll leave you be now
Don’t worry about I,
There’s still some art
Left for me to die.