Rest

I am not as brave as you

It is so so quiet here

where the fire rest.

Picture: Lissy Elle

EmptyNest

Tonight I've cried for you

or maybe I've cried for us

this scattered pieces falling off

ending moons and goddess of

the sun light stuck in

parallel dreams at the bottom of

a falling drink, drop /tear out/

this distance, fucking flesh this hand

on my head swinging the time mocking

any lines I do draw off

a falling sky

am sorry am turning you to someone you are not

just so I can own this pain this filtered air

parsimoniously nourishing my empty nest

Am sorry I can't even own this

the wand biting thighs, the eyes hors champs

a hand grabbing mine

and you'll never know how emptynest

the river of mine, traveling through desperate frames

while everyone else here are ''so fine''

''Hi''

''hi''

smile and sleep smile and sleep

they'll never let me leave am here forever

''Hi''

''hi''

waited for a ghost with a broken lighter of

tired god-like manicures

turn off your skin this liquor of

endings

and I fucking cried for us

I fucked the liquid blind

I fucked with or without light

this scattered pieces falling off

ending moons and goddess of

emptynesting the burden from

a night that should have never come.

Picture: Lissy Laricchia

Hollo(panta)gramme

Colles les mots, sur rien, comme un tableau noir, fait de la nuit, l'école du vide, ne change pas d'avis, les doigts Hans! désarticule le son de la mécanique des corps, brûle, brûle,brûle je ne ressens rien de tout façon,la maison aux couteaux ,tu parles en cercle, tu as le goût de toutes ces filles, les bottes en cuir chevauchent des corps inertes, ta voix lointaine; je ne comprend pas les mots du vent, la main enlève les cheveux, eux faux, couleur du soleil déserté, gestuelle cataclysmique, les planètes;une rotation inversées,et pourtant: je me tiens là, sans conséquence, sans substance, rien, le désert est notre fils qui vomit dans le Styx, trop de vin, noir,je te cherche,silence et symbole vert et puis rien,doigt suspendu, sur une bouche déjà close, rien, juste toi.

Painting: Nicola Samori

Hollo(panta)gramme English

Glue the words, on nothingness,like a black board, made off night, the scolar void,,don't change your mind, the Hans fingers! dislocate the sound of bodies mechanics,burn, burn, burn, I don't feel anything anyway,the knife house, you talk in circle,you taste like all those girls, the leather boots astride inert bodies,your voice: far; I don't comprehend the wind's words, the hand remove the hair, fake, color of the deserted sun, cataclysmal body language, the planets; a inverted rotation, but still; I am standing here, without consequence, without substance, nothing, the desert is our son throwing up on the Styx,too much wine, black, am looking for you, silence, green symbol and then nothing, hanging finger, on a already closed mouth, nothing, just you.

Painting: Nicola Samori

Thelema

La main: serrée

une mer rouge: nous faisons ce que nous voulons

les morts courent vite

les couteaux sont lourds

je coiffe tes cheveux

Je suis Ta femme écarlate

Thelema

Le coeur: plat principal

le lit défait; des tâches

Je suis ta femme tâche

blanche, rouge, une allumette

brule le souvenirs et les bleus

une nouvelle peau: la nuit est morne

les rêves isolés

Je suis Ta femme écarlate

Thelema

loin loin loin

elles ont toutes le même visage

leurs cheveux m'étranglent

leur rires; vomissures d'un ciel écarlate

je suis le pendu des mots

La bouche; cathartique les rues se referment

je me perds; chaire incandescente

Je suis Ta femme écarlate

Aucuns souvenirs; l'oeil se fane

tu marches avec nous

je ne te veux plus et je t'aime

la maison molle

les garçons sauvages; un morceau

morcellement d'essence

Je suis la Femme feu

ils m'ont brûlée pour moins que ça

Thelema

The hand: tight

a red sea: we do what we want

the dead runs fast

knives are heavy

I comb your hair

I am your scarlet Wife

Thelema

Heart: main-course

the undone bed: stains

I am your scarlet Wife

white, red, a match

burning the reminders and bruises

a new skin: the night is dismal

isolated dreams

I am your scarlet Wife

Thelema

far far far

they all have the same faces

their hair strangling me

their laughter: spew out scarlet sky

I am the words hanged man

The mouth: cathartic the streets closes up

I am loosing myself: incandescent flesh

I am your scarlet Wife

No memories: the eye wither

you walk with us

I don't want you anymore and I love you

the soft house

the wild boys: a piece

parceling essence

I am the Fire Wife

they burned me for less than this

Thelema

Picture: Lissy Elle

Adiour Horses

Who ruined their mother's, Girls

Collected amnesia with dry space, Girls

Each other, Girls

Ruined the womb, throw me a hundred

affordable

love, Girls

Ruined their mother's wombs, Girls

Matter discarded, Girls

Each other, Girls

Adiour Horses,

Dna pilgrimage, scattered lungs, Girls

Quiet! Girls

Who ruined her mother's womb, Girl.

For Karl Holmqvist

Picture: Lissy Laricchia

Hysetria

It is not just the scars,

it is the landscapes; dry

It is not just the tears

it is a room; empty

It is not just the numbness

it is a search

I crossed unknown roofs

Measured the lights

Hoping for the Greatness

of uncanny heights

It is not just the blue and the red

it was a urge to fed

It is not just a slap

it is a world divided, apart

It is not about me and you

it is about stealing fire

when the house burn down

I wandered through flammes

stray in the air

for a scattered jaw

of words unknown

It is not just the love

it is a hand over the night

It is not about the blood

it is about pagan laugh

I crossed unknow bodies

Measure darkness

in a sardonic smile:

I was gone

Picture: Lissy Laricchia

I Wolf

I wolf, cold wind,

fur made of beatings, the night

has slits my throat,

you stand still, within death reach

and only a thin blade set me apart from you

but i let you go, as i always do.

Je suis loup,vent froid

pelage fait de battements, la nuit

a tranché ma gorge,

tu restes là, à portée de mort

et seule une fine lame me sépare de toi

mais je te laisse partir,comme toujours.

Picture Lissy Laricchia

Seaward

Skype Music; new project Patrick Seabase//Vena Ward, more to come…

Fool

If only our shirts wear

off :

I feel like a fool

Picture: Lissy Laricchia

Off The Sun

Turn your heart

Hide the sea

Passed the city's lights

we'll never be

On the sun

or

Off the sun

We can't decide

Where to meet

And I faint

Wash me spin

Across the borderline

Passed the city's lights

We never meet

On the sun

or

Off the sun

Set the fire

We can't decide

And I faint

Beneath the skin

Washed away

Across the sky

White struck white

Passed the city's light

Swollen heart

We can't decide

On the sun

or

Off the sun

And I faint

Picture: Carles Rodrigo

Telos

I swear I've seen you smile

Inside some swiftly dream

Trying to amplified the sun's light

With your pride and your hard on

'' I am no son of God''

As my skin was crawling

Peeling off ages

of disappearance and

teardrops pages streaming;

The book of life has been

quiet empty lately

shooting blanks of

heavy lifting

Nothing wrong has been done

Once passed the morning

who's only longing was

to begun

Universes danced in riot

in thousands of meaningless days

Chasing clouds

and I swear I can't recall your face

on my pillow

seems like your existence left no trace

all the love and images are so slow

without gravity to embrace them

as we sink and sow

You're claiming it's YOU

the one screaming

and this ain't new

to any of

us

but am not sure that's where

we'll be

reborn from the sea's

semen pearls

Nights after nights

the stormy sleeps thorn us

into deviant myths away from

every world's we've ever known

I swear I've seen you smile

when you realized you were alone.

Picture: Carles Rodrigo

Berlin Chronicles: Home

Northern Morning Art.

Picture: Steeve Lemercier

Berlin Chronicles: Thoughts

Be in love with the right person at the wrong moment

Picture: Erika Svensson

Birthday

1940's

Love

Black Heart Procession

Anny: Aries, Contemporary Artist, Music Geek, Chaman, Best Friend

Nico: Leo, Musician, Graphic Designer, Noise Lover, Manic With Graphic Details, Best Friend

Dave: Pisces, Musician, Graphic Designer, Painter, Muse, Big Brother

Vincent: Leo, Musician, Graphic Designer, Old Keyboards Collector,Back To The Future Fan

Agathe: Pisces, Amazing Violinist, The Sweetest Girl

Pictures: Vena Ward

Le Tennisman

Il a le poing serré et un air de suffisance sponsorisé par Nike.

Le Tennisman.

Il vit avec sa mère.

Elle lui coûte cher.

Chaque mois elle fait de la chirurgie esthétique pour ressembler aux nouvelles copines de son fils.

Dans sa chambre il a un couvre- lit vert.

Le vert est très à la mode en Australie.

Les valeurs familiales aussi.

C' est pour cela que le tennisman ne voit pas pourquoi il devrait vivre sans sa mère.

La seule chose qu'il lui reproche ce sont ses ongles qu'il trouve trop longs à son goût.

Ils sont faux bien entendu.

Mais malgré sa photo dans la presse internationale (celle ou il a un air de suffisance)

Il est triste aujourdhui.

C' est un secret que personne ne connaît.

He have a clenched fist and an air of complacency sponsored by Nike.

The tennis player.

He lives with his mother.

She costs him a lot.

Every month she have plastic surgery only so she could look like her son's girlfriends.

In his room he has a green bedspread.

The color green is very hype in Australia.

And so are family values.

That's why the tennis player doesn't see why he should live without his mother.

The only thing he complains about it's her nails that he founds to be too long for his taste.

They are fake of course.

But despite his picture in the international papers ( the one where he has an air of complacency)

He is sad today.

That's a secret that no one knows.

Written probably in 2005.

Picture: Dash Snow

Behind

In a world of thousands feelings

Faking in electrics lightnings

Well

We see what we can

And can

only see one inches from

a door who's been slammed

while the blanket still warm

and body arm like hell

In a world where i can't tell

why the fuck we can't

Be

Together

I guess i like spinning alone

with a packed mind filled with

people long gone

wrestling in the words dust

I do feel the slow beating

Of you leaving me

Behind

In a world of thousands feelings

I better lay in bed and feel like

am the smoke in the room

No one 's armed you said

and i can't look at you through

the smell of inflammable thoughts

They used to burn us for less

than that.

Picture: Todd Hido