Samhain Shindig (collateral damages)

Stand, stand
Monster
You’re an aberration
But you’ve got the love
Of your mother
Hell’s your home
But it’s warm in every of its corner
Your words are daggers to your foes
Your eyes even darker
Stand, stand
Monster
Hold your ground
And dance, dance
And never expect they’ll understand
You’re oddity, wilderness
The ghosts of your own delusion
Your demise
This shit wave is taking you
Some place murky
Stand, stand
Monster
You’re a beast
But one of its own kind
Hold on
You’re an aberration
But you’ve got the love
Of your mother
And you can hold the beat
Dance, dance
Oddity
For you’re the light bearer
And high you wave
The torch of truth
Like Sisyphus
Or is it Atlas
Your burden is humanity’s
But you have the strength of
Your mother
When your were born
She had a dream
A nightmare
Your third eye
It was gone
Taken
By curse pragmatism
You know well your enemy
Stand, stand
Monster
You’re an aberration
But hold the beat
Beast
You’re estranged
But you’ve got her love
Dance, dance
Around the blase
Fire bearer
To no vertu you answer
But high you wave
The torch of verity
Stand, stand
In the flammes
Monster
For you’ll burn
Crucified
Before here eyes
But always her love
You’ll have

Abîmée

Le silence tombe sur mon insomnie
L’espoir dans l’abîme le suit
Tiens-moi
Ô! Retiens-moi de m’y jeter
Tiens-moi serrer
Par morceaux je me détache
De moi
Un par un aspirés
Vers le fond du rien
Ces parties du vain
Quand à l’absurde
Plus un rire aucun
La joie déserte ma foi
L’indifférence devient roi
La désinvolture
Un baise-main
Une geôle
Puis une guillotine
Tant de lumière
As-tu sacrifiée
Offrandes aux bi-dimensionnelles
Ces vaines tapisseries
Recouvrant de vide et d’artifices
Le noir moisi
De ton édifice
Mon bûcher
Tant de regrets choisis
À même ses braises
Serre-moi
Ô! Retiens-moi
De m’immoler
Car jamais ne pourrai-je
Consentir au repenti

The Storm is Here (To Stay)

A storm is here
It’s dark, it’s gloomy
And I feel your absence
Stabbing through my ventricle
Storms
They’re kind of romantic
The birds are standing
High on the bough
Trying to reach the sky
Attracted by its electricity
The birds…
Are energy
The birds
Carry our souls
Beyond this world
The storm is here
And I’m not only talking about weather
The storm is here to stay
As the world is falling apart
The sky is gray
Black is my heart
As I fade away
I won’t come back
I’m the gatherer of souls
I wish to protect yours
But far away you went
And here…
We’ll never meet again
I’m carrying a wound
I cannot be repaired
I thought so
But I was wrong
Don’t let me rot here
At the gate of your city
For the spoil of your scavengers
Please, darling
Do not abandon
All of our dreams
The storm’s here to stay
As I fade away
Into oblivion

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The Gardian of the Soul

I’m a strayed cat
In perpetual self-impermanence
The past and the future create present
For we carry the weight of our wounds
And project ourselves into the light
Heading forward
Present is an illusion
Ephemeral, untouchable
Unless I can feel your lips
And your words…
I will live 120 years
And will carry on
And will carry my love for you
And if necessary
Its non mutuality
So the beauty and the soul
Can keep breathing
Keep beating my lines
So I keep the faith
In myself
In humanity, my love
I’m a strayed cat
In perpetual self-impermanence
My open gate
Welcomes your light
Shine upon my path
Fill me with your joy
And maybe with a little more
I’ve been gathering the pages
A story is written there
It’s not of this time
Nor of this world
It was only told
The ancients painted their lips
In all the shades of its verses
Venus spoke to me
Told me I’m wounded
But I’ll heal
I promise you
I’ll live 120 years
To carry my love for you
Above the seas
No mountain will be tall enough
I won’t back off
What’s your name, honey?
Not your earthly name
What did they call you?
Hold my hand now
The tornadoes and the tsunami invade the plain
The havoc has no cure
But our love
Shadows are tracking us down
But we’ll live past the hundred, my dear
And lies can’t deny us passage
Towards the light
Your my brother soul
The sky shall rain on us
Its perseides
I’m a strayed cat, my love
Gardian of your soul
I will carry on
And maybe a little more…

I’m going home.

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Prophétie 1 – Livre des ombres triturés

Que faire quand l’essence de la légende reposes sur nos lèvres et que l’on poursuit une chimère à travers le labyrinthe de nos existences respectives?

Tu manques à chacune de mes inspirations… Dis-moi, chéri, où commence le rêve, ou termine notre douleur? Ce monde ne nous comprendra jamais que physiquement. Et la mi-solstice est à une éternité de notre réalité.

Dans mes entrailles génératives brille l’absence de tes perséides. La gésine latente patiente.

Je ne serai témoin de ta fin. Derrière l’aurore, s’élèvera le nouveau commencement. L’éclipse ne viendra que si je failli à la tâche.

La haine ne triomphera point, et tu ne seras martyr.

Fireproof (translation of French poem « Ignifuges »)

To the ones that grieve : this world needs you more than ever. 

I resist to the dark rising  tide
Hit hard by the surf
I struggle
The sea burns and arises in a tsunami of flames
About to crush my willpower
The war pounds my eardrums
I barely hear your call
Follow me to battle
Seamarks were meant to be your references in the storm
Wavelets lick my wounds
Before retiring to the open sea
Presage of a possible retribution
Of which alone Poseidon possesses the gift and understanding
Salt workers harass my eyelids
Down in cascades to my words
Straight out the tarred lexicon of bitterness
To flee, to seek refuge
Sheltered behind the fireproof rocks
My immersion will set this bleeding world ablaze
While it gives way to emptiness
From the cénotes to the Mariana
The circumstances arm themselves to the teeth
All of us take willi-nilly
The waterways that lead us indubitably to the reef
Common punishment
Filling the fault
Separating our realities
Our failure
I would rather take the groundswell between the shoulder blades
Rather than in my ventricule
The blood stained sand
Washed of my troubles
I would leave
Carried by the waves of anonymity
In hope that one day
Adrift offshore
I will reach your coast
And there, through the inlet of our creation
By the fusion of us two
We would reunite our languages

Réparation des épars

Je ressens l’impression d’un cœur gelé par le retour du froid.

Mon corps, lui, est engourdi, terrassé de douleur.

Le matin ne laisse aucune place à la lumière, je suis perdue, suspendue dans le néant ou dans le blizzard, sans fil d’Ariane pour le retour vers la chaleur des couvertures.

Jamais ne fut-ce davantage la peur de la distance physique que celle de la mort de la symbiose dans la quasi permanence de notre mal.

Cachetons donc les plaies de nos enveloppes contenant les miettes de ces êtres messages que nous sommes, expédiés vers le meilleur de leur répartition.

Car, quand on y pense bien, l’insomnie n’est pas la fin du monde si on peut vivre un cauchemar éveillé.

Ignifuges

Je résiste à la marée noire montante
Frappée de plein fouet par le ressac
Je lutte
La mer brûle et s’élève en un tsunami de flammes
Prête à choir sur ma volonté
La guerre bat le rythme à mes tympans
J’entends à peine ton appel
Suis-moi au combat
Amer qui, dans la tempête, se voulait ton repère
Les vaguelettes lèchent mes plaies à vif
Avant de se retirer vers le large
Présage de possible rétribution
Dont seul Poséidon possède le don et l’entendement
Des paludiers harcèlent mes paupières
En cascades jusqu’à mes mots
Pour qui l’amère s’improvise lexique
Fuir, se réfugier
À l’abri de rochers ignifuges
Mon immersion mettra ce monde à feu et à sang
Le temps de faire place à la vacuité
Des cenotés aux Mariannes
Les circonstances s’arment jusqu’aux dents
Nous empreuntons toustes
Bon gré malgré
Ces cannaux qui nous mènent indubitablement à l’écueil
Peine commune
Emplissant la faille
Qui sépare nos réalités
Notre échec
Je prendrai la lame de fond entre les épaules
Plutôt qu’en plein ventricule
La plage maculée
Sera lavée de mes maux
Et je quitterai
Portée par ces vagues non identitaires
Au large, à la dérive
Espérant un jour joindre tes côtes
Dès lors par l’enture de nos créations
Par la fusion de nos êtres
Nous rallierions nos langages

Case closed (definitely!)

To you, just so you know….

Once upon a time, I looked into your eyes for a split second. They were green and I was charmed.

Then you became cold and distant to finally vanish into the horizon, melted along the skyline and dripped slowly into the tumult of my sea.

Never to return…

Never to return.

I will never tell you, you will never know, that you were the reason my sun was rising.

But it was a mirage, nothing more than a vain hope.

You know, time always makes it clear, and it appears we all belong to some place: I’ll go back dancing with the gypsies and you can keep on pretending freedom and liberty with the bourgeois. In the end, the barricades will be erected on your side of the world, and everybody knows that your sky is the limit.

Yet, the one thing I know is that truth and love will always prevail and I would shamefully lie to myself if I’d say I’ll no longer whisper your name in the depths of my most unconscious and uncontrollable dreams…

… but the case is closed and it lies cold.

With all my love still, and sincerity, but above all with dignity,

KJ

Combustion

The last spadeful of dirt offhandedly tossed on the flames, smoke rises in a thick shade, like it would do for the burning flesh of a frail hope at its own burial ceremony. The scene vanished behind, for a second where I can’t help wondering how long ago was it since you gave up on yourself. A moment later, a wind sighed on the meadow, caring away the mystery mist, revealing the irrelevance of the answer. The conbustion was made history.

Tell me what could possibly be said or done to aleviate the greif when the world is left with no balm to soothe my burning wounds covered self.

None of this was of your making, so not yours to ease and there will be no measurement, not even time itself, for it will never be enough for what you meant to me.