Arabesque
Temples are empty from spirits
We left our plain reason in vain
Of prime importance, how we will remain
Syncretic approach, Divide and Conquer?
A touch of Evil, A kiss to the deaths
Do not whine or pule if you're ahead
Drink wine and pull if you're in the lead
Half a walk for every pennies of your breath
And this is good for having a walk
Certainly enough to come back to them
And continue to compose anthem
Believe me I think that life is black
But sampling the nights is enjoyable
Having a walk there under the warm plain
Smooth communication with object's strain
And a smooth operation on the unbearable
The Temple was in sand and evanescent
It was gone with the next current
What's a second, a year? what's a myth?
Again and again question of current rhythm
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Impossible Mission (Part V of fear)
Impossible Mission (Part V of fear)
There was a time when I remembered you
You looking at children like a peeper
Stolen moments, creating creation
I did not understood all the implication
Entertained by you playing with youngster
You knew this was out of the blue
I had to replace this offspring
As you were gone, maybe for better
Spiraling responsibilities made it
Everything had to be like a hobbit
As you were gone, and yes for ever
Before me children are now resonating
Or are they mine? Maybe your?
I arouse them, with ardent care
For gregarious life, ascent and mask
Flower's power like you did ask
Word musician apt of being unfair
All the same, always happy troubadour
Doing painting with little girls
Was your sweetest specialty
Except being jealous of my mother
Mine is to find them brothers and sisters
With candor, openness and firm study
Altogether they will do swirls
Forever now I will heed
In search of them need
And I am the one to be heal
And healing they did yield
All of this because, I was privy
To those children in your eyes
Billions of Children, currently
And again my eyes were dries
There was a time when I remembered you
You looking at children like a peeper
Stolen moments, creating creation
I did not understood all the implication
Entertained by you playing with youngster
You knew this was out of the blue
I had to replace this offspring
As you were gone, maybe for better
Spiraling responsibilities made it
Everything had to be like a hobbit
As you were gone, and yes for ever
Before me children are now resonating
Or are they mine? Maybe your?
I arouse them, with ardent care
For gregarious life, ascent and mask
Flower's power like you did ask
Word musician apt of being unfair
All the same, always happy troubadour
Doing painting with little girls
Was your sweetest specialty
Except being jealous of my mother
Mine is to find them brothers and sisters
With candor, openness and firm study
Altogether they will do swirls
Forever now I will heed
In search of them need
And I am the one to be heal
And healing they did yield
All of this because, I was privy
To those children in your eyes
Billions of Children, currently
And again my eyes were dries
Caprice for Rondo
-- Caprice for Rondo --
Everything was easy when you were there
The system you built between you and me
When you were close and all around me
And you simply said: 'I will see you there'
I went there again, looking for you
There was nothing but salty tears
Sleepless night, loneliness, despair
Everybody needs me and I'm without you
Your name was supposed to be yield
One thousand time just to be learned
I damned those locations in a ritual
One thousands time again and again
Meditation, elevation and sweet ritournelle
It all seemed that I saved, longed emotions
And every secret rondo for you 'my belle'
Now I'm drifting, wandering without caprice
Those were secrets hide in the nights
Secret nights, those are full of sighs
Secret hidden for one thousand years
The time it will take me to yearn
Your name was supposed to be yield
One thousand time just to be learned
I damned those locations in a ritual
One thousands time again and again
The music was outside with you there
Beautiful caprice for just another rondo
And you simply said: 'I will see you there'
Play again for me, your biggest aficionado
And somebody told me that you loved me
Out of the blue, we were radiating
Somebody reminded me that you loved me
How we were marching, wandering
In those sleepless nights it is your name
That is pulling out of my body
The word I'm screaming innuendo
More than a caprice for another rondo
Everything was easy when you were there
The system you built between you and me
When you were close and all around me
And you simply said: 'I will see you there'
I went there again, looking for you
There was nothing but salty tears
Sleepless night, loneliness, despair
Everybody needs me and I'm without you
Your name was supposed to be yield
One thousand time just to be learned
I damned those locations in a ritual
One thousands time again and again
Meditation, elevation and sweet ritournelle
It all seemed that I saved, longed emotions
And every secret rondo for you 'my belle'
Now I'm drifting, wandering without caprice
Those were secrets hide in the nights
Secret nights, those are full of sighs
Secret hidden for one thousand years
The time it will take me to yearn
Your name was supposed to be yield
One thousand time just to be learned
I damned those locations in a ritual
One thousands time again and again
The music was outside with you there
Beautiful caprice for just another rondo
And you simply said: 'I will see you there'
Play again for me, your biggest aficionado
And somebody told me that you loved me
Out of the blue, we were radiating
Somebody reminded me that you loved me
How we were marching, wandering
In those sleepless nights it is your name
That is pulling out of my body
The word I'm screaming innuendo
More than a caprice for another rondo
Mansion
Mansion
There is an old mansion in the mountain
And you must see its prodigious fountain
Where people gather from all around
With wits and packed of all sort of goods
Cursed gold from Timbuktu
Ordinance book from Babylon
Penance manuscript from Constantinople
Brutal Memories from Antioch
Superb silk from glorious China
Magicians and musician from Carthage
Some say there is no ruler in there
But these saying are all but truth
Exaction, perfidy and fratricide
It's all happening now unremittingly
But we're half way up and around
We should be jumping out of town
As we're afraid to hear the sounds
Of all the things that are going down
And that is where I come from.
But here everything is outside.
Makes you understand pity
And we all need a new system.
So now just tell me where is Old Persia
I have a fever and I need medication
Before the Babel tower for my pity
Is where I will find my new direction
I already feel I'm half way up and around
Jumping, straying out of this labyrinth
And I swear I did not touch absinthe
I just heard the sounds off the hooves...
There is an old mansion in the mountain
And you must see its prodigious fountain
Where people gather from all around
With wits and packed of all sort of goods
Cursed gold from Timbuktu
Ordinance book from Babylon
Penance manuscript from Constantinople
Brutal Memories from Antioch
Superb silk from glorious China
Magicians and musician from Carthage
Some say there is no ruler in there
But these saying are all but truth
Exaction, perfidy and fratricide
It's all happening now unremittingly
But we're half way up and around
We should be jumping out of town
As we're afraid to hear the sounds
Of all the things that are going down
And that is where I come from.
But here everything is outside.
Makes you understand pity
And we all need a new system.
So now just tell me where is Old Persia
I have a fever and I need medication
Before the Babel tower for my pity
Is where I will find my new direction
I already feel I'm half way up and around
Jumping, straying out of this labyrinth
And I swear I did not touch absinthe
I just heard the sounds off the hooves...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)