ROCK POETRY
written in 2006/2007
ROCK HISTORY
Rising stars, muse of music
dislocated body, they gesticulate as a greek drama comedians.
shinning parade.
screaming lyrics.
They love to be adored by thousand fools.
Angel of the chemical paradise.
They lose their soul, chase the wind.
Idol of glam, switching life.
They are just everyone.
CHEMICAL PARADISE
I found hell where no one can find
I foud heaven where no one can reach.
I crave living legend.
I eat the world in one piece.
Embrace me, kiss my temple.
Sometimes, where trees cannot grow.
Feeling useless, I open my hands with broader consciousness.
Bigger perspective, understanding my role in this world.
Hello where I am?
SOCIAL ILLUSION
Monstruosity coming from the "tripes" of their stomach,
They are blue illusion veins where everything is money and fame.
Their tongues are sharp and disguised.
Hidding misery and calomny.
Rumors are their weapons.
Why we pity them?
Masked fears. Trapped comedy,
they are fading away.
The curtains have fell.
They are nothing, just dots among millions of stars.
Pointless beings...
written in 2006/2007
ROCK HISTORY
Rising stars, muse of music
dislocated body, they gesticulate as a greek drama comedians.
shinning parade.
screaming lyrics.
They love to be adored by thousand fools.
Angel of the chemical paradise.
They lose their soul, chase the wind.
Idol of glam, switching life.
They are just everyone.
CHEMICAL PARADISE
I found hell where no one can find
I foud heaven where no one can reach.
I crave living legend.
I eat the world in one piece.
Embrace me, kiss my temple.
Sometimes, where trees cannot grow.
Feeling useless, I open my hands with broader consciousness.
Bigger perspective, understanding my role in this world.
Hello where I am?
SOCIAL ILLUSION
Monstruosity coming from the "tripes" of their stomach,
They are blue illusion veins where everything is money and fame.
Their tongues are sharp and disguised.
Hidding misery and calomny.
Rumors are their weapons.
Why we pity them?
Masked fears. Trapped comedy,
they are fading away.
The curtains have fell.
They are nothing, just dots among millions of stars.
Pointless beings...
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Le week-end fut trop court, hlas. Mais j'ai recommenc dessiner et cela m'a fait beaucoup de bien. Le week-end prochain, j'irai probablement voir Wanted au cinma (j'ai bav en regardant un reportage dessus). Et toi ?