The zeugma of the death.
1. The beautiful zombie.
At the end of the Abyss,
I found a home.
She is a hungry goddess.
Thru her lips,
my voice is a siren,
calling,
the lost souls.
2. The Cripples.
All the men are
the omnipotent model
amputated of a number
of possibilities.
The personality
is the set
of the mutilations.
3. The Atomic Jail.
The freethinkers
crawl
as worms
at the surface of the earth.
If an electron penetrates the atomic nucleus
Is it a fertilization ?
4. The Undead.
The Undead and the living-dead
join together
to dance at the wedding
of the both worlds.
They are the hyphen.
The link.
The only way.
5. The Zingaros of the soul.
Moon dust people
gatekeepers
neither sorrow nor joy
they sing the hope
for conceal the secret.
6. The illusion of the travel.
The reflection is like the surf
Which brings us back our replicas.
We generate It,
It regenerate us.
Ad eternam.
We let us carry away
by the reflection.
We always come back to
the same beach.
7. The lost souls.
''The people which have their last ...
I spent my whole life
blindfolded
waiting for the coup de grace.
I decline to lower my headband,
because I know that I would find,
the coup de grace already past
I'm walking dead.
There is a web presentation made for the French version.
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)
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lundi, août 2 2010
Zeugma of the Death [a collection of free poems for no commercial use by Morne. 2003.]
Par Ed End le lundi, août 2 2010, 22:40 - Poetry
jeudi, juillet 22 2010
Bridge Of Dream [a collection of free poems for no commercial use by Morne]
Par Ed End le jeudi, juillet 22 2010, 18:27 - Poetry
The Bridge Of Dream
"Eternity will finally bloom."
I. The gold of colors.
The gold of colors,
melts and drips,
from the bridge of the dream,
but those who see it,
are statues before the time.
II. Zephir.
Moon quarter,
fallen over,
a link hanging on its point,
like a spider,
a child has slipped into earth.
III. Absence.
When it will stay only the cold around me,
I will invite it into my house,
I will listen to its silence come over me,
before falling asleep.
IV. Ode to the Wind.
Books of dried leaves,
words for gnawing them,
dust poems,
for provide to the wind,
the only child of this earth.
V. Misunderstanding.
Stay stranger.
Like a wolf,
whose the good cattle,
have turn off the appetite.
Stay stranger.
In lunatic asylums,
the one considered by all mad,
is the wise man who has remained stranger.
Stay stranger.
In lunatic asylums,
The ones considered by all wise men,
are the instructors of madness.
Stay stranger.
Because livestock is afraid of wolves.
Not of shepherds.
Who kills whom ?
VI. At the Spring of Life.
Howl.
Ink at bedtime.
Our minds distill the Life.
And create tomorrow in the meantime of Night.
Day staring into nothingness.
While our puppets dance Maya.
Simulate Life where there is only Silence.
Who sees the inner realms stretch over this world ?
VII. A Truth.
Awakening is an extraordinary cruelty,
but without it, the night is eternal.
The musical version of the poems in French is available for free download (zip file).
There is a web presentation made for the French version.
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)