God and Devil - immortal twins separated at birth
me - stuck with my mortal disoriented life
in the middle of their sibling rivalry
when I’m lost in their games
(the 'Right vs Wrong’ always gets to me!)
I call for God - the loving and caring one
for a chat and guidance
sometimes he answers sometimes I have to leave a prayer
Motto: "There's a little girl's voice that sings lullabies in my guest room closet but don't mind her; she died years ago. Here's your blanket"
the night squeezes moon juice into my dreams
and I lemon my way through thick syrupy words
going round and round above, in my head
like a dotto train
ding ding ding!!
(Luna-land here, everyone off!!)
fantasies of the weak
begging like potato chips in a bag to be crunched
at least once
in a commercial with a second hand banner and no pride
enfin je connais
la face cachée de la seconde
tandis que j’étais derrière lui
quand j’ai connu la perte d'un proche
tandis qu’il y a une autre guerre
vouloir - être - ensemble
ni haine ni pardon entre nous
jamais la banalisation du mal
seulement
le temps et ses ailes
la mémoire des témoins au-dessous des dunes de sable avant l’aube
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