Is it the real life? Is this just fantasy?Like an owner of long forgotten principles
Is it a lack of confidence?
Like the one afraid to live
Is it a lack of practice?
Like the dustfull timepiece
Or is it only fate...?
Maybe...
But anyway only future might tell!
~wein
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The Sold OutPlease sell your soul to me As there will be no tomorrow my child For you are the martyr of my cause So sell it right away, right now Sell it and I’ll just tell our master To grant you a perfect tomb my childThe Sold Out
Stay a little while, take a rest on my nap I will save you my child Save you from all the intellectual pollution I will save you my child Save you from all the hate from the outside world I will really save you my child Save you from the shadows of torture Please don’t go away
You were so innocent my lost child You should hav
by ~wein
Forty-two lines only for her..Still am seeing this little boy Shy, hiding behind your skirtForty-two lines only for her..
Still I see you holding him So protective, so caring, so...
The valley was so green and peaceful Dust in the sunlight, the rain drops Oh! Wonderful days, wonderful times Like those old pictures, reddish and torn Always admired with a pinch and some tears
With time he grew, nourished with affection You cared so much, lovingly with ambitions
All your preaches repeating themselves On and on, in his unconsciousness His prides, his fears, his simple fate Just like a complex pl
by ~wein
Some Descant From AboveI might feel the power behind true things Like that light chilled between the stars Now that I can smile, the rain keeps falling Oooh! Make them believe am a failure While streaming those stones of puritySome Descant From Above
Shining on my cheeks, a star, or more Silence, silence, I might trump it out Out of anger, out of anything else, so I need no simple tunes to shadow it But only a smile to prove my desire
Still you see me as a disguised one For, I have devised so much scapes In my mind, in my soul, for myself Seeing myself as your eternal one Exposed as your fai
by ~wein
Cuffing BloodEarly morning on an usual pathway Early morning in an usual physical state Absolutely no one, everything so calm...Cuffing Blood
And there she was, with her handcuffs Looking at me as if she was afraid Staring at me while I was walking steadily With the stones rolling under my shoes And my knees cracking with the effort Another glimpse at her, she seemed so calm The alchool in my veins making me accelerate A nice dream, was the only thing roaming in my mind
Minutes later, walking away from the bridge I heard some foot steps, and she was there Right behind me, with
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- Current Residence: Strasbourg, France
- Interests: Music, Literature, Psychology, coz kk...
- Favourite movie: La cité de Dieu
- Favourite band or musician: Nonsense( Mauritian one)
- Favourite genre of music: Metal, Blues, Reggae, genres which can rip my soul
- Favourite artist: Jeff Buckley, John Bonham, Thom Yorke
- Favourite poet or writer: scott, albert ond paolo
- Favourite photographer: Michael Angelo...
- Favourite style of art: Abstract...
- Operating System: Beer Belly...
- MP3 player of choice: wot sport?! MP3? Never heard tat...
- Shell of choice: Ninja Turtles' shells
- Wallpaper of choice: i dont use wallpaper, I apply paint directly!!
- Skin of choice: my natural skin... Ain't I sexy? :D
- Favourite game: GTA San Andreas
- Favourite gaming platform: The oil deck, behind my house
- Favourite cartoon character: Toilet man
- Personal Quote: How is the end of it?
- Tools of the Trade: mind, hands and a good dose of sleep...
- Email: byedoum@hotmail.com
- MSN: byedoum@hotmail.com
- Skype: THE-DIE
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