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Le mystagogue culturel : un classement par catégorie des films les plus remarquables.2022-01-31T17:12:48+01:00Ed Endurn:md5:21a032a31df52004b329c78a81cdb776DotclearWhile waiting to be reunited... in life ?urn:md5:a578318803f0442421990b30a91043362014-07-01T09:28:00+01:00Ed EndPoetryebookemotionalenglishepubfreefrenchkisskoanlovepdfpoempoetpoetryquotesinetimentaltranslation <p><strong>1. Consciousness slad pierced by fleeting glimpses.</strong><br />
<br />
- The round shape of the beach reveals the face of the island.<br />
- The attraction of nothing leads me in endless rotation.<br />
- The shore where I met the aground beauty, reminds me a broken hourglass.<br />
<br />
A wave of love overwhelms me and tries to carry me to freedom.<br />
(To be continued)<br />
<br />
<em>This is not by catching wings that somebody take off.</em><br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>2. Why do not resurrect now ?</strong><br />
<br />
We shall come closer, then no longer be uncertain images.<br />
You shall come closer, then wet your hair to wash the dried blood of my orifices.<br />
You shall come closer, then do not say anything to hear the beating of my heart.<br />
<br />
Ghost emerging from limbo to look you straight in the eyes.<br />
<br />
You shall come closer, then my wet hair will be able wash the dried blood of your orifices.<br />
You shall come closer, then I will be able to hear our hearts beat in unison.<br />
<br />
Ghosts emerging from limbo to touch each one each other, our skins at our feet.<br />
<br />
We shall come closer, just to see if the dialogue of our bodies will write a story.<br />
<br />
<em>Keep on looking for, despite allready found it, it's turning the wheel of a mill.</em><br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>3. What happened to the dawn ?</strong><br />
<br />
Rumor said that her heart is buried in the land of dreams where time does not exist.<br />
<br />
My sharp tongue split the sun before it rose<br />
and there remains only the blood.<br />
<br />
I see through my outstretched hands the memorie of the dawn.<br />
<br />
The red turned black as the surface vanished,<br />
In the depths I stay despite it's daytime immersed into the night.<br />
<br />
The dawn is a little bit you, a little bit me, when we forget our borderlines.<br />
<br />
Our time has folded like a bruised body till disappear,<br />
pretending he never existed.<br />
<br />
Yet the memory of the dawn continues to blight me endless.<br />
<br />
<em>A word that dissapears shake the buildings.</em><br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>4. Pores and skin.</strong><br />
<br />
When I am the silent<br />
love once again<br />
goes through my cocoon of illusions.<br />
<br />
The surface is permeable when I forget the borderline.<br />
<br />
I take back my place inside you.<br />
<br />
A drop of you touched me<br />
and woke me up<br />
therefore the illusion of solitude<br />
shattered.<br />
<br />
I am with you.<br />
<br />
I remember to fall asleep at your side.<br />
<br />
The time that separates me from you is only a dream...<br />
<br />
<em>Claws and fangs break on innocence.</em><br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>5. The rebellion of the poet.</strong><br />
<br />
The crowd asks,<br />
stray poems,<br />
erupting in all directions,<br />
offset as the venom and eternity,<br />
instead only blood,<br />
flows out my pen.<br />
<br />
In my outdoor circus,<br />
I refuse to play fantasy.<br />
In my tawny mouth,<br />
I find what is beyond,<br />
speech.<br />
<br />
The scream of the soul.<br />
The naked sound.<br />
The vibration that nothing can hide.<br />
<br />
To be is not writing,<br />
but consciously draw your life,<br />
puting in your gesture,<br />
all your will<br />
and going through the crowd<br />
as with a bow.<br />
<br />
<em>All moral prohibition's transgressions are better than none.</em><br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>6. Free love.</strong><br />
<br />
I could call her waking life, but she's got a name that I keep secret.<br />
<br />
If I was a source, she would make me squirt.<br />
<br />
I stopped playing words when I began to really enjoy life.<br />
To describe the beauty is signing it death warrant.<br />
<br />
If I were a stone, she would make me jump.<br />
<br />
I stopped to draw her when I understood that a concept only makes sense if it takes shape in life.<br />
The golden bars of the cage next to be disassembled became the twigs of our nest.<br />
<br />
If I were a tree, she would make me run.<br />
<br />
I stopped talking since I want to hear her whisper.<br />
<br />
I stopped to wait for her since I want she could come.<br />
<br />
I stopped to be shaky since I want to touch her.<br />
<br />
I stopped to believe in an ideal since I want to meet her.<br />
<br />
I stopped letting myself be lulled by the course of destiny since I found my being purpose.<br />
<br />
<em>Will without love is sterile power.</em><br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>7. Shortly before the promise of dawn.</strong><br />
<br />
I was about to faint.<br />
<br />
I was so fragile.<br />
<br />
She caught her breath,<br />
till I build myself a body.<br />
<br />
My heart was like a magnet,<br />
now it burns like a fire plant.<br />
<br />
Only her can contain me.<br />
<br />
I was trapped in a mirror.<br />
<br />
Each root of my thoughts grew a flower appeared.<br />
<br />
My gaze was lost in this mind mirror.<br />
<br />
Mimetic flowers generated a veil woven of my past,<br />
that masked my life<br />
preventing any real contact.<br />
<br />
She remained motionless,<br />
till I notice the lures dance.<br />
<br />
My eyes saw only a projection,<br />
now they stroke the present with the fire intensity.<br />
<br />
Only her can touch me.<br />
<br />
(Only her could save me.)<br />
<br />
<em>Intimacy self regenerate into the universal ocean.</em><br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>8. Naked evidence.</strong><br />
<br />
What I took as dawn,<br />
this is how our colors shimmer<br />
when we meet.<br />
<br />
Together, we are a garden of being,<br />
an utopia become true,<br />
marvel of diversity,<br />
constantly changing,<br />
wide of all paradoxes,<br />
free as a conscious choice.<br />
<br />
A promise renewed every instant,<br />
the memory of a caress that will not fade longer than the time it need to reproduce it,<br />
being aware in each breath and offer in each exhalation.<br />
<br />
2 fingers on 4 lips...<br />
The meeting of two beings, in whom the body and the mind, finally meet.<br />
<br />
The thousand petals lotus is as bud,<br />
as bloomed flower and also faded flower,<br />
it is every moment of the perpetual cycle of life,<br />
when liberated from fear, we realize that the illusion no longer blind us.<br />
<br />
I thought walking on the water,<br />
yet I was stepping back to the present time.<br />
<br />
She was not a mere destination, indeed we were moving in concert,<br />
then our paths crossed each one.<br />
<br />
I felt the scale of possibilities grow exponentially.<br />
<br />
Nothing mattered more to me now that to know her.<br />
<br />
I became a mere freedom offered to my heart.<br />
<br />
To be able to be reach by her hand to give us a chance to be together.<br />
<br />
The projection of the film ended when life begins, our life.<br />
<br />
<em>The limits of the imagination are the mark of a brush.</em><br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>9. No pleasure competes with the feeling of this love.</strong><br />
<br />
As the hour approached,<br />
I felt the sap rising in me,<br />
statue since a so long time been neglected,<br />
I discovered love as if it was the first time.<br />
<br />
It was as if my stone skin,<br />
became the walls of my prison,<br />
now facing this joy without clone,<br />
it broke up like clay in the sun.<br />
<br />
In the room in ruins, between the crumbling walls,<br />
your presence like an evidence,<br />
your call echo still resonates<br />
next the sensory fireworks swirls<br />
and I realize that this is life.<br />
<br />
To wish everything till I share it with you.<br />
To wish all the emotions till I share them with you.<br />
To wish to know love together and deliver it as it delivered us.<br />
<br />
I do not know the future,<br />
but this present I live,<br />
is an unspeakable happiness<br />
without lure or fear,<br />
a preview of a possible future.<br />
<br />
You are free to meet me.<br />
<br />
Who you are, no words can translate it,<br />
but each time my lips dare hum,<br />
I believe that you are listenable mixed with love.<br />
<br />
Version Française du carnet de poèmes.<br />
<a href="http://www.inlibroveritas.net/oeuvres/30180/en-attendant-d-etre-reunis-dans-la-vie-" hreflang="fr">http://www.inlibroveritas.net/oeuvres/30180/en-attendant-d-etre-reunis-dans-la-vie-</a><br /></p>Zeugma of the Death [a collection of free poems for no commercial use by Morne. 2003.]urn:md5:185acc82bd87e143732696a9021cee662010-08-02T22:40:00+01:00Ed EndPoetryautomaticcurseddownloadebookenglishepubfrfrenchhermeticimaginarymorneoddpdfpoetpoetrytranslationtélécharger <p><strong>The zeugma of the death.</strong><br />
<br />
<strong>1. The beautiful zombie.</strong><br />
<br />
At the end of the Abyss,<br />
I found a home.<br />
<br />
She is a hungry goddess.<br />
<br />
Thru her lips,<br />
my voice is a siren,<br />
calling,<br />
the lost souls.<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>2. The Cripples.</strong><br />
<br />
All the men are<br />
the omnipotent model<br />
amputated of a number<br />
of possibilities.<br />
<br />
The personality<br />
is the set<br />
of the mutilations.<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>3. The Atomic Jail.</strong><br />
<br />
The freethinkers<br />
crawl<br />
as worms<br />
at the surface of the earth.<br />
<br />
<br />
If an electron penetrates the atomic nucleus<br />
<br />
Is it a fertilization ?<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>4. The Undead.</strong><br />
<br />
The Undead and the living-dead<br />
join together<br />
to dance at the wedding<br />
of the both worlds.<br />
<br />
They are the hyphen.<br />
<br />
The link.<br />
<br />
The only way.<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>5. The Zingaros of the soul.</strong><br />
<br />
Moon dust people<br />
gatekeepers<br />
neither sorrow nor joy<br />
they sing the hope<br />
for conceal the secret.<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>6. The illusion of the travel.</strong><br />
<br />
The reflection is like the surf<br />
Which brings us back our replicas.<br />
<br />
We generate It,<br />
It regenerate us.<br />
<br />
Ad eternam.<br />
<br />
We let us carry away<br />
by the reflection.<br />
<br />
We always come back to<br />
the same beach.<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>7. The lost souls.</strong><br />
<br />
<a href="http://hors.norme.blog.free.fr/index.php?post/2010/08/02/''The people which have their last moment stolen, do not know the rest.''" title="''The people which have their last moment stolen, do not know the rest.''">''The people which have their last ...</a><br />
<br />
I spent my whole life<br />
blindfolded<br />
waiting for the coup de grace.<br />
<br />
I decline to lower my headband,<br />
because I know that I would find,<br />
the coup de grace already past<br />
I'm walking dead.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://morne.free.fr/celluledessites/Subversix/Tryptique/Zeugme.htm">There is a web presentation made for the French version.</a><br />
<a href="http://www.inlibroveritas.net/telecharger/ebook_gratuit/oeuvre17401.html">Actually it's possible to download freely the french version in pdf & epub format and soon in bilingual version. (write the check code and click on OK for download the ebook)</a></p>Baptism of Suffering [a collection of free poems for no commercial use by Morne. 2002.]urn:md5:fbfec242d58f5f4705f7383bf8eb04e12010-07-26T23:26:00+01:00Ed EndPoetrybalefullcollectioncreativedarkdolefulldoomdownloadebookepubesoterismetextfreeimaginationintuitionipadlegallullmauditmornenoncommercialpainpdfpearlpoempoetrysharesufferingtxt <p><img src="http://morne.free.fr/celluledessites/morne/exist/abim/exist/Galerie/gloria%20in%20excelsis.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p><strong>I. The Baptism of Suffering</strong><br />
<br />
When in the deep of the abyss<br />
<br />
I have raised my head<br />
<br />
an instant<br />
<br />
I thought I saw
<br />
my remembrance watch me.<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>II. Freedom</strong><br />
<br />
Some puppets into tears<br />
<br />
bear in their wild hands,<br />
<br />
the links.<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>III. First Madmen</strong><br />
<br />
Emerging from the abyss<br />
<br />
their wild eyes<br />
<br />
are seeking their target<br />
<br />
into the mirror.<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>IV. About the desire</strong><br />
<br />
Do you Remember<br />
<br />
the Life<br />
<br />
this infinite<br />
<br />
sadness<br />
<br />
which since<br />
<br />
never ceases.<br />
<br />
<br />
You have tasted<br />
<br />
the forbidden fruit<br />
<br />
and your wings<br />
<br />
are broken glass<br />
<br />
where cling the reflections of the past.<br />
<br />
Your soul strives to remember,<br />
<br />
but only your shadow<br />
<br />
inhabit your loneliness.<br />
<br />
<br />
The ghosts of the past<br />
<br />
disaggregated<br />
<br />
defile your body<br />
<br />
indecent trace of time<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>V. Saturation</strong><br />
<br />
A man in silence<br />
<br />
loses sight<br />
<br />
prostrate<br />
<br />
succumbs to the pain<br />
<br />
to feel the one he loved<br />
<br />
leave him.<br />
<br />
<br />
His mouth opens<br />
<br />
but says nothing<br />
<br />
It respects his pain.<br />
<br />
<br />
The skin feels the rain<br />
<br />
but the man hears nothing.<br />
<br />
<br />
He discovered the emptyness<br />
<br />
when it is already too late.<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>VI. Eternity</strong><br />
<br />
Finally<br />
<br />
when eternity ends<br />
<br />
we see the incredulous bones<br />
<br />
of the hands of the other side's gods<br />
<br />
doggedly search<br />
<br />
among the same dust<br />
<br />
that in humans hearts.<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>VII. Pretension of the dying one</strong><br />
<br />
I am the death<br />
<br />
and you are my children...<br />
<br />
... It's so reassuring to exchange our masks.<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.inlibroveritas.net/telecharger/ebook_gratuit/oeuvre17327.html">Actually it's possible to download freely the french version in pdf & epub format and soon in bilingual version. (write the check code and click on OK for download the ebook)</a></p>Bridge Of Dream [a collection of free poems for no commercial use by Morne]urn:md5:1cda8d24ab52b5e86de682cc3a2b72512010-07-22T18:27:00+01:00Ed EndPoetryartbeatchromaticcurseddreamebookepubfreefree ebookfrenchmauditmornemusicoddoneiricpdfpoempoetpoetrypsychedelicrareraverealstrangesurrealist <p><strong>The Bridge Of Dream</strong><br />
<em>"Eternity will finally bloom."</em><br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>I. The gold of colors.</strong><br />
<br />
The gold of colors,<br />
melts and drips,<br />
from the bridge of the dream,<br />
but those who see it,<br />
are statues before the time.<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>II. Zephir.</strong><br />
<br />
Moon quarter,<br />
fallen over,<br />
a link hanging on its point,<br />
like a spider,<br />
a child has slipped into earth.<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>III. Absence.</strong><br />
<br />
When it will stay only the cold around me,<br />
I will invite it into my house,<br />
I will listen to its silence come over me,<br />
before falling asleep.<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>IV. Ode to the Wind.</strong><br />
<br />
Books of dried leaves,<br />
words for gnawing them,<br />
dust poems,<br />
for provide to the wind,<br />
the only child of this earth.<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>V. Misunderstanding.</strong><br />
<br />
Stay stranger.<br />
Like a wolf,<br />
whose the good cattle,<br />
have turn off the appetite.<br />
<br />
Stay stranger.<br />
In lunatic asylums,<br />
the one considered by all mad,<br />
is the wise man who has remained stranger.<br />
<br />
Stay stranger.<br />
In lunatic asylums,<br />
The ones considered by all wise men,<br />
are the instructors of madness.<br />
<br />
Stay stranger.<br />
Because livestock is afraid of wolves.<br />
Not of shepherds.<br />
<br />
Who kills whom ?<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>VI. At the Spring of Life.</strong><br />
<br />
Howl.<br />
Ink at bedtime.<br />
Our minds distill the Life.<br />
And create tomorrow in the meantime of Night.<br />
<br />
Day staring into nothingness.<br />
While our puppets dance Maya.<br />
Simulate Life where there is only Silence.<br />
<br />
Who sees the inner realms stretch over this world ?<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>VII. A Truth.</strong><br />
<br />
Awakening is an extraordinary cruelty,<br />
but without it, the night is eternal.<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.horsnorme.org/ARCHIVE_MP3/Matrices/Chromatic/Le_pont_du_reve.zip">The musical version of the poems in French is available for free download (zip file).</a><br />
<a href="http://morne.free.fr/celluledessites/Archonirique/indust12.htm">There is a web presentation made for the French version.</a><br />
<a href="http://www.inlibroveritas.net/telecharger/ebook_gratuit/oeuvre17406.html">Actually it's possible to download freely the french version in pdf & epub format and soon in bilingual version. (write the check code and click on OK for download the ebook) </a></p>