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C'est quoi ce truc?
- : No intelligence just (a) chaos
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- : Halte, vous entrez dans une zone de non-sens. A partir d'ici, oubliez les notions de cohérence et de logique. Mais si vous vous sentez prêt à explorer le chaos, alors entrez, c'est ouvert (ou pas). System error: file not found...Description not complete.
- : 19/04/2006
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Poésie chaotique
Samedi 16 février 2008
6
16
/02
/Fév
/2008
00:45
I flew through fire
Wandered in frozen fields
Fell in fathomless fissures
Fought for my life
Forthwith I am before
Thy threshold
Filled with felicity
And fright
Feeling thou will flee
Forsaking me in those
Meads of forlornness
Devoid of fondness
I've found the factual
Essence of existence
I confess this ordeal
Will be fatiguing
Yet I beseech thee
To free the kernel
Of thy affection
And fling thy arms
Around me
The frosty flash of
The stars freshens
My frissoning face
I have forecast
Fortunate ages
Full of faith
Voilà, un poème de plus, tant que l'inspiration est là il faut la saisir.
Remerciements spéciaux aux Flying Frogs, la Fédération Française de Football, Firefox, Final Fantasy, Frédéric François et j'en oublie sans doute...Mais surtout, merci au dico de synonymes en ligne...
Wandered in frozen fields
Fell in fathomless fissures
Fought for my life
Forthwith I am before
Thy threshold
Filled with felicity
And fright
Feeling thou will flee
Forsaking me in those
Meads of forlornness
Devoid of fondness
I've found the factual
Essence of existence
I confess this ordeal
Will be fatiguing
Yet I beseech thee
To free the kernel
Of thy affection
And fling thy arms
Around me
The frosty flash of
The stars freshens
My frissoning face
I have forecast
Fortunate ages
Full of faith
Voilà, un poème de plus, tant que l'inspiration est là il faut la saisir.
Remerciements spéciaux aux Flying Frogs, la Fédération Française de Football, Firefox, Final Fantasy, Frédéric François et j'en oublie sans doute...Mais surtout, merci au dico de synonymes en ligne...
Mardi 12 février 2008
2
12
/02
/Fév
/2008
20:40
Comme j'ai vu que Pierfide se foutait de mes poèmes, je n'ai pas pu résister à l'envie d'en rédiger un autre, comme ça, vite fait...Vous comprenez, si je ne contredis
pas mes lecteurs, où est l'intérêt?...Je vous propose donc ceci. Ca s'intitule "your smile", parce que je cherche des titres originaux et inédits, moi.
I walked toward you
You were bathed in a
Blinding light
Seasons changed
Time passed by
Continents drifted
I sat down and
Witnessed the ruin
Of the World
Yet your smile
Did not slip into
Oblivion.
Promis, au prochain de ce genre là, j'ouvre un nouveau blog...
Punaise...Deux c'est déjà trop.
I walked toward you
You were bathed in a
Blinding light
Seasons changed
Time passed by
Continents drifted
I sat down and
Witnessed the ruin
Of the World
Yet your smile
Did not slip into
Oblivion.
Promis, au prochain de ce genre là, j'ouvre un nouveau blog...
Punaise...Deux c'est déjà trop.
Samedi 26 janvier 2008
6
26
/01
/Jan
/2008
22:38
Sometimes we assume we know the one our heart has chosen...
Sometimes we are sure to share a common future with her...
Yet mostly we are wrong.
This lower world is not fair at all,
It sounds stereotypical yet it is true.
Even if you know for sure who you must seek,
Your effort becomes hopeless before the tearing reality.
I'm tired of this endless pursuit of harmony,
Tired of the deathly sorrow that Love originates,
Tired of chasing those shadows of heavenly bliss,
Tired of Life itself.
How am I supposed to rebuild a future that has been
Crushed to pieces?
How are we supposed to go on as though nothing
Had happened?
I am really sorry for all this, we were so blind
That no one saw the obvious truth.
The only weak remaining hope is that you will
Hold my hand and never let it go,
Till the end of all things,
And whatever the feelings.
To The One Who Brought Me Into Green Sunny Fields and Whose Fragrance Captivated My Manly Soul.
Désolé pour les non-anglicistes parmi vous, mais je me sentais d'humeur à utiliser cette langue, si expressive pour certaines choses...
Ce poème peut avoir plusieurs destinataires, chacun(e) choisira de voir ce qu'il/elle veut.
Sometimes we are sure to share a common future with her...
Yet mostly we are wrong.
This lower world is not fair at all,
It sounds stereotypical yet it is true.
Even if you know for sure who you must seek,
Your effort becomes hopeless before the tearing reality.
I'm tired of this endless pursuit of harmony,
Tired of the deathly sorrow that Love originates,
Tired of chasing those shadows of heavenly bliss,
Tired of Life itself.
How am I supposed to rebuild a future that has been
Crushed to pieces?
How are we supposed to go on as though nothing
Had happened?
I am really sorry for all this, we were so blind
That no one saw the obvious truth.
The only weak remaining hope is that you will
Hold my hand and never let it go,
Till the end of all things,
And whatever the feelings.
To The One Who Brought Me Into Green Sunny Fields and Whose Fragrance Captivated My Manly Soul.
Désolé pour les non-anglicistes parmi vous, mais je me sentais d'humeur à utiliser cette langue, si expressive pour certaines choses...
Ce poème peut avoir plusieurs destinataires, chacun(e) choisira de voir ce qu'il/elle veut.
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Liens d'Hiver (bouahah)
Connerie d'un autre âge
La citation du siècle:
L'écriture est devenue illisible avec le temps...
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La citation du siècle bis:
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