New Road

In the grass, behind the seeds,
We had nothing, but some time
Lost in cyphers, so unseen,
Broken by our mortal eyes.

So afraid I'd lose the sense
Behind words, so deeply carved
On the walls we cannot see,
Our eyes, of light so starved.

I can't step on that old grass,
I'm too young, too lost in me,
To be seen without the armor,
Without the light reflecting from it.

Fall Before...

Before Fall, Spring was here,
Spraying walls with her name,
Like a child...

Fall before
You can reach the state of high hierarchy,
Slip your thoughts away,
Before they trap you in a web.

Before Spring,
Fall was here,
On the throne, away thrown...

Scepters in you, impaling your heart,
Making you waste all your blood
Before Fall...
Stop holding them, and allow your hands to be free.

Before fall,
Remove a wall.

Swinging Around

In the sky
My feet slide
On the cloud
Nearby.

In the sky
My hair twists
Into curls
So cloud-like.

In the sky
My hands reach
Coin-like moon
To be traded.

In the sky
Leaves are flying
Right before
Final fall.

In the sky,
No one waits...
Just on earth,
Lasting hope.

Fuzzy Metal

We're the ones that got it all broken,
Builders of the most narrow cells,
Below any reachable limit.

We're the ones that have melted, day by day,
The previous idols, then made them smaller,
Lovable and handy.

We're the ones that have made metal fuzzy
Available to softer ears,
Redy to be bought.

We're the ones that sprayed glitters on top
Of your grafitti,making it more
Cosy for the female passers-by.

We're the ones that have killed the songs,
Then, we made the industry of funeral flowers florish.
We speak fuzzy metal,
Only language,
or so to speak...

Licking plastic

Over nothing, laying a fancy coat, juicy even,
Saucy and racy and sweet as hell's gate,
Hugging the fire, gently pulled apart into pure oil,
On our tongues, to form a glossy cover,
Whether early or late,
Plastic, forever!

Between the wheels of the clock, on the mere tongue of it,
Rendering it incapable of feeling the taste of long hours,
Breaking apart the poor seconds into tiny grains of sand,
Plexiglas hourglass to be their house.

Plastic, forever!
Fantastique discipline, sticks involved and allowed,
Automatic fighting of words, into their base coat,
Plastic, forever!

Drunk

Junk mail in my head, all remembered and set up
In junk categories, ready to be sent from my brain
To another brain
Up on the river to Spain...
And back.

All I need is to crack some good ol' crack,
To make myself back into the same ol' same ol'
Me...tear drawn on the corner of my left eye,
Sad face,
Scar face.

Can I delete my smile, not with the shift and del,
But with the forever gone command,
I'll try not to remember the way it is done,
Or to turn it into a frown for you,
Blessed are thou,
Gone you are though...
There inside, I'll label you and send you away,
Day by day.

After ethil alcohol has passed by,
The streets in my brain are fuzzy,
With vanishing mailboxes,
Nowhere to post you...
You're not here...
No even near.

For Me

Supposed not to be here or anywhere else,
Distilled in drops of deep spirit,
I'm writing my first song for myself,
For the one that I used to banish.

Song for me,
The unseen,
Going down,
Coming mean,
With no meaning
Deep within.

Staring at me, hating me,
All those years and the years to come
They all have kept me trapped inside myself
Leaving me lose all hopes.

Song for me,
The ignored
Behind walls
With no doors
Have to leave
To the shore...
Song for me
The ignored.