Surrounded

On a hunt
and I'm the prey
pray that I chance upon the magicians' Darkness
and never go away,
safe,
never go away.

Fulfill

I wish I lived by the sea
I wish you were here near me
I wish my father was a musician
I wish my mother was a magician.
I wish I simply just had boobs
to destroy half of my bad moods.
I wish I could sing in public
I wish I joined the republic
I wish my best friend lived next door
not on entirely another moor.
I wish I could dance everyday
I wish I wasn't my own bait.
I wish I didn't hurt myself so much
I wonder how to keep in touch
with dreams and reality, as such
as souls inside you
fighting the confederation through.
I wish I found a way
to keep you close
to make you stay

In an era

Where nobody's ever safe
not a job nor a friend
people are on the loose
your mind is treated
to ever new needs and hopes
poisonous.
Take nothing for granted
and you shall perish
in advance.
Avalance
encapturing your will
in a snowball
always ready to fall.

Tearing camouflage

I should not care
about the noise from the tv
about my parents seeing me
bout you not trying to set me free
bout me striving to be
someone better
someone worth
someone else.
I ache all over
like a monster inside a human suit
left to wonder alone
since the beginning
how to preserve the camouflage
when love wants to destroy you
and your thoughts and your faith.
Occasions have turned now into rhymes
without a purpose
a curse
spreading from your eyes
and your attire.
Can love break through walls
and retain some semblance of joy afterwards?

A recipe

Choice with time and memory: a recipe.

Take an empty bowl of will
take a struggle and some guilt
add a tasty resolution
spill some watery expectations
peel a grudge and cut in half
mix it all, beat it up
don't forget a bit of courage
sprinkle over rebel grains.

Make it simmer
make it stiffen
make sure they forget it all.
Strike the clock, then, ring the bell!
It is ready! It is swell!
Wake them up,
harass them
take in moans and cries and damns,
choice's waiting to exact
what they promised in the pact
in times of war
in hours black
when they could not find the track
to bliss and luck.

Make the best of a single slice
it may scald
but it's alright.

Evermore

If you but knew
all the things I have gone through
all the dreams I crashed into
all the days I spent in blue

you wouldn't give a fuck
so let's give up the attack
shelter stuff and pack it up
come back towards the gap
and step again into the map.

All, all alone, alone on a wide, wide see (of troubles)

All things considered
I want a quiet life
my ego applies for a palace high
my nerves need rest
l'enfer c'est toutjours les autres.

We're all the same in the end
at the core
but the Flying Ace says
What has the stomach to fear?
It's inside, out of gear.

Strand

Mind has always come first
in my own buried kingdom
now the body's striking back
it demands consideration
now showcasing all the charts
pointing down to shame and dignity;
if only I remembered those moon runes
about an equal share of skin
blood and bones
about an infinite range of shapes
like our voices sound
I'd feel less wronged
l'd remember those past pains
I'd see clearly where I stand
shivering drenched
to the soul
burning the core
no more, no more.

Evenly

I've grown up too much
that my roots are withered
and my heart is scared.
I'm fixed in ticks
I can't let go
can't accept
if I do, it's to scorn.
I'm left to beg
pray that someone may see
take a long look at me
while I smile uneasily
spot the stain above my soul
-it's just coffee, really, but it's old-
and whipe it clean
with some harsh words
a slap and a mean
promise to lower my self esteem
and be by my side
till the sunrise
or beyond.

To do To-day

I know what to do today
I'll have toast for brunch
a nice pepper soup for slunch
and some madeleines at brinner.
I know what to do today
get some things done
loath somebody
love someone.
I know what to do today
kill the dream's fog
slave to life
and tell at least a lie.

Hamster's wheel

A friend, a girl and her hamster
all sit around, on the kitchen floor.
The hamster's wheel goes on, spinning
the girl's mind keeps chasing itself
the friend's silence embraces the room.

"Why can't I speak?" the girl asks herself
the friend's glance cuts through
and the hamster's wheel goes on spinning.

"Why can't I ever tell the truth?"
The friend's heavy breath doesn't lie
and the hamster's wheel goes on spinning.

"I shall not tell you, I fear" sighs the girl,
the hamster's wheel keeps turning
and the friend's lips utter "Why?"

"My mind will kill me, my eyes will burn,
my heart will skip and my legs will fail me, that's why".
The friend's head nods and then shakes
the hamster's wheel keeps turning away.

Money

A curse
bestowed upon rebel children of age
renewed at the entrance to parties
mocks you when you fall very close to it
but not close enough
because even a cent can wretch you
and you don't get to decide the price
you trust the market, ignore it in the best of cases
but of your trust it does not care
no special offers are ever conjured up at the moment
what you're left with is a sigh, always the same, always new:
bend your head,
caw.