Winter sight

Chicken skin, purple complexion
Winter sting, cold connexion
I love that pain, it's elating
I wish to stain, it's exciting
Crystal edges cutting harships
Low motion preserving fish
As the hunting snow leopard
I'm approaching the salmon lake
Young witch with heart in flake
I dare to whistle in the night
Under the vibrant photon fight
Silver drops of life falling in vain
White shades of fading cocaine
I soak under a swirling star rain
And my prints fly like a train

wondering

So what can they write in my CIA file?
Too many flowers for peace, too many smiles for love...

Not enough products in my closet?
they are visible powers of a macro reality...I am an invisible ant!
and I wonder why are we allways fighting an economic war against each other
I'm starving, longing and cuddling for shares, but can I only understand those who starve too?
I can get your eyes straight, I can get your stares long enough to let you tell away anything you feel like, I can get inside your heart and soul, because I let in my heart and soul

Dreams ain't bought with money, my art can't be sold, and our endeavors are free

so now is it illegal too be:
Searching to catch a net of dissident friends, searching for those soul mates who are trying to get grip on this world....and hijacking industrial world from inside, letting our dreams exploding their systems
Living outside their artificial world, creating our own mental realities, hiring more and more brainy young staff to turn our prospective realities into tangible plans
Staying cold to their advertisements, reading tightly any ingredients list, working and studying so hard that we can't fear anything, neither deem anything impossible!
Dreaming big, Feeling high, run, dance, smile and talk to anyone!

sweeping off my closet

It's been such a change, such a revolution in my life this last year...
Last november I had taken a turn in my life, I haven't only dropped 40 pounds...I got rid of all limits in my brain...slowly I...
I turned pain into bread and fuel for life
I turned loneliness into a kinda rage of life
I turned any flames into creativity
I came back to my childhood dreams, and let it flow
I came back to knowledge, because I'm no more a student, so I have to keep on studying to stay young and alert
Knowledge is the material for thoughts, and I can't pretend to know all by myself

I swept away all the dust, threw away all the uncessary items, too large clothes and old useless things that burdened my environement, now I enjoy clean, tidy and empty space.

I can't pretend anymore to be happy by myself, I ain't, I need you all, so I swept clean of my arogance and beg you knees down, apologise and turned back to you, I'm still there, alive, your friend, and you'll allways find me around supporting you no matter what happen in your lives.
I won't shy away to be who I am, and I won't be either overproud of myself, I'm still learning, and trying to be who I ought to be...
I won't shy away to stare at you girls too, cause I'm not going to do as if I was jealous, I love your looks too.
Out of the closet, I am just enjoying my new frame, my 6 pack, and all strong muscle...I wondered how could i have lived as a fat ass for so long, it's just so easy to be who i am now

But it's not over yet some of this revolution is still ongoing...some dust is left in the lcoset, some fat around the ass, some arrogance in my stares, some lazyness towards books...
I'm not a girl, not yet a woman....gimme more time

how do i seem

I had planned to write something, but i'll leave it blank






just like the future, that holds no expectations, no plans and no goal, wtf , deliverance from....anyone, means no love, but nooooooooooooooooo i can't, so i'll keep on loving you, even though it hurts, and i cry:p
on the other hand i know it's making me happy too!:d

brainaches

I feel like sharing new ideas, new creations, new hypothesis, I feel like testing any new material, but can't find no one to match my expectations, i want to go overboard and let it flow, but there is no one to pick up my lines, and i feel such a desert, i'm almost starving, it's like my ideas would get dry, stop the flow
I wish I could let it flow, but I'm gonna drown if it stays inside me, and I don't know how to let go
Maybe crying could help, I wish it could, but it's otherwise
I am feeling so much in pain
How can I deliver myself?

swirling stars

swirling stars surrounding me
taking me down the milky valley of dreams
glittering rainbow drops of crystal water
singing in the sun above our plays

curling hair surrounding me
in the misty air turmoil of my path
shining eyes staring at our talks
may be there may be somewhere inner

Its as dark as the void of space
Its as deep as our thoughts
Its as pure as childish minds
Its as energetic as a supernovae
But from all ends come a new beginning
And swirl stars, cycle the wheel of life
til my dance strear my ideas clear.

Mexican mindset

Somedays is the Mexican minset
It's Gold rush and tequilla
Blooming flower of joy under sunset
The rare rainbow and shower
Love Words spoken under pain
Isn't the silver line of whistle
Up isn't a vain stairway to heaven
Up is the cloudtear that can't fall
I think as a full fresh aloe
It's fertile and waterfull inside
But dry outside, as in a desert
Sorrow is under drought
Mere talks are not given
As silence is golden

the wave of life

Frustrating, exhilarating, mind blowing
From anxious mind stuck to lightest happiness
My mood surfs the ocean broad life wave
Floating on top my eyes are lost
Overlooking earths finite dimension
I feel an illusion of power and eternity
It's as if I could swim hard for ever
I think the world as a blue coconut
Travelling the milky way to nowhere
Prisoner of tsunami's waterwall
My limits are back in a moodfall
But no liquid can prevent me
From jumping on H2O molecules
Looking for elementray particules
Finding nothing but flowing energy
As ever I'm wandering the sinuous path
Over the hills, down the sunny green valleys
Crossing clear or tempetuous torrents
Encountering nightgales or bears and wolves
If I got frightened I would never know
What's laying down there over the snowcap
So I won't stop by listening to tying witches
But who cares what's left undone?
Who will count my sins and victories?
Catch me if u can whistled the wind
But swinging, swimming, singing, dancing
Kept on going the gay junkie
Riding my way, the life's wave

old nightmare

I feel like walking a long way with no limb
I feel like swinging my dreams in the wind
As sharp razor blades makes us less smily
As I can't feel something else but hopeless
Let my tears shower you

I feel like an old bird with broken wings
I feel like a sail without attached strings
As tepid blood rushed heartbeats in vain
As I am no longer that bitter youngster
Let my kiss shake you

About time

Cherry blossoms petals dripping under a heavy rain
Ticking silently with my blushed rosy heartbeats
The endless flow of love in my gay spring vein
The shadow of a jealous crow could hinder
Our liquorous passion, though life's not vain
When rigorous action takes on bankers routine
Our weird pace tuned to sleep, commuting and labour
Leaves a glimpse of joy, escaping at the canteen
Reading subversive lines, writing sweet and sour
Charms about love that is our life safe harbour
O my soul mate whenever destiny cuts our count
The remaining days are simply more precious
Rare sips of life cup are meant to be delicious

Classic Painting

There were silver flying daggers in the air
On the fields where flew locks of golden hair
Shiny under the proud sun king
Fainting as our bleed rivers whitened our pink fair
And dimmed the clean battelfield of our lord
Swords swinging, swans singing, heroes dancing
Sand's last drop falling and time stops
Hearts come to a halt in a drought
Painted for eternity to praise knights
Under the moonshell of angel like Venus

Loving you

Loving you is the biggest mystery that ever happened to me
Loving you is the biggest joke that ever crack me up
Loving you is the most painfull ache when you' re gone
Loving you means living to me and much more
I may want to tell, but I can't tell what can't be descibed
I do love you, but the way I feel is too deep

July in Paris

I miss....
It's summer, it's hot.
The sky is so blue and coconut white clouds are decorating the ceiling of Paris, as an open air museum, visited only by tourist, while most parisians are on holidays far away, but me. The most beautifull city in the world looks like a rejuvenated 18th century painting that lays on our castles walls, and i'm just trying to find an angel, but u're just too far.
miss u much these days! I don't know where you are, but far, and can't get in touch with you, so I miss u a lot, it makes feel like crying, but my tears are stuck in my throat, because though far you're allways somewhere near my heart and thoughts, so I wrote these lines to share a bit of the nice evening i had.
Sun set warms my heart and stretches my shadow as I walk along the Seine, as a siren my hair moves with the flow, as I swing along the concrete shore. Sitting on the hot floor I stare at these little grey fishes eating algae on the steps down my feets.The water is clear and smelling clean clothes, quiet but tourist barges create few waves sometimes.And I dream to be close to the sea, that might be an ocean.O i wanna swim!
I wandered along the Seine for some time as the sun set doesn't seem to end these days. The wonderfull magic of Paris is set in few colors:
- luxuriant green canopy of the falling branches on the Seine islands
- shy azur blue sky playing hide and seek with the clouds
- creamy chalky carved stones of the bridges reflecting the golden low sun
Slowly, an alarm rang my eyes, vibrant sun set flames on the scenary and serene Notre Dame cathedrale glowed , clouds took a cheek pink shade, and the sky above the flows started to glitter as fire just as dark blue veil started covereing the ceiling, as a night tent closing the show.

my world is green

My world is green, maybe as green as spleen, though I promised to search for souls and ghosts over here. I could ask the trees spirits to give me that hope…green is not faith color any more, it’s far more intoxicating for the senses. I feel vertigo looking at the high canopy!

Does imagination lies beyond reality? Does my ideas of that vegetal reality hide something far more troubling?

I feel the same in the end, lost in the blue ocean of late summer days, or in the green ocean of trees blossoming leaves in the spring of nature

These intoxicated senses can’t let me sleep until I felt down exhausted…in a last try to get me started but nothing can let me know that I have to let go of myself………..not even those damned instincts!

Sure my hair flows in the wind like a barbarian, and my feet are dark of dust, but I can read and write…so?

I do prefer identification to nature in order to skip the human cultural identification. In the end I do get closer to my primary instaincts, and these bear no cultural sense

rainbow

My soul is glittering like a rainbow
My mind filtered through the crystal of my thoughts
Each state of mind glitters its own shade

I am as shy and cute as red cheeks
I smell red roses til my nose bleeds
To make up my lips as my mind

I feel as loving and orange as the setting sun
Flames of life tilting me towards the humankind
Without candles but for diner, there are fruits

I feel pretty blond and as yellow as the bright midday sun
My eyes as green as emerald but blinded by light
My heart warmed til its melting point


I get lost in the infinite evergreen forest
Intoxicated by its poisonous taste
I feel wild instincts from the chlorophylle

I wanna dream in the cotton blue sky
It is as cold and cosy as the sparkles of ice
Floating on the melodious whales playground

I exhale seducing fantasy violet fragance
To cool down we run through lavenders
But my alien sky is deep purple.

Eastern memories

I lost my dear love

In a black hole

Friendship is all I got

Draw the borderline

Walk the great wall

Travel in the middle empire

Write their sign ideas

On dried bamboo sheets

Lose yourself in green ocean

Encounter the Ying and Yang

Black and white as a panda

I am a dual little man

Strong woman in the wild

Perfume of jasmine

Pure taste of young tea

As sweet as silk

One can’t describe

My sweetness is my weakness

I hate to be liked

I only want your love

The Princess

Her hair glitter like gold

Under bright rays of light

Her rose and iris fragrance

Exudes from Venice night

Her green bold sight

See through your mind

Her lips are rose petals

On a virgin moonlike face

When she dances freely

Explosion of harmony

But she is not yours

No one in her blind eyes

Nowhere but in her heart

Hidden behind black veils

Covered by gold jewels

She is tempting you

But far away from you

Elating you dreams

Eluding your wishes

From the sea all the fishes

Could not buy her dowry

the beach

Since I met you I felt never lonely
You are the shining lamp
Guiding me through my dark journey
When i walk at night towards my cave
And the moon is shut off by clouds
We are both left alone on the shore
Of old traditions, stripped from heart
Stripped from hope and sick of life
We are stranded on the beach
Of a remote island after life crash
Whenever you're alone
Don't forget I'm here
Close to your heart
Though we may never see each oher
Though I'm not allowed where you roam
We are together in our dreams
On the beach we soak the sun
I'll never let you sink in the sea
As a marmaid you may see me
One day coming from the red sea
Don't be afraid
You'll never hurt me
And I'll never love you
Cause we are more...and no one will ever know

gift

come on take my hand
let' go to the land
where all dreams live
take my love as gift
look at the cloudy roses
drown in the blue sky
monsoon has showered
all troubles and brung joy

come on take my hand
let's run and bathe
in the bloomy fertile valley
take my love as a gift
listen to the nightingale
he sings better than La Callas
mapple autumn took
all colors of happy life
but a new birthday has come
for you to wish and enjoy

winter crush

winter spread its cold wings
freeze endings stings
i ran to get warmer
but only fell on you
sure you were blunter
but so much fun too

winter gets on my nerves
none my cold version deserves
i got surely dumber
and took back my ego
sure i had to think harder
but your love gave me vertigo