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I gave him
he took
may be stolen silence
please make no gesture
just space on me
and act
thirst fucking thine thoughts as mine may be
stolen noise of spared truth
so acid to taste a body in bed
perfect bed
perfect bed
boing boing
i will not piss
before singing the same
obsession
of you
in her mouth
and it could seem i sing the same
smoke mass may appear
blue jeans finishing fishy the beat
skinny throats
push
push as me
and go to hell as me
this wont do neither, auddie
…
but instead, as I clap
you will now be known by a new feeling
as fallen further than common dream
and into the nocturnal openness
of primitive as music possession
so does it’s milky starish potion work ?
so does have no more a mean
stone of promotion my clap ?
another kind
of bore and tire and fiend ?
the religion of greek
the religion of Abraham
the way fishes suggest trends of sleep
in this garden
and bitter is dark and smoke
and I was telling you it is for longtime
as evil is the body of our past lives
as we did well the mess
as we arose in the first bit of soldiers
and the beginning was sacrifice
war and human hunt, lighting destructive fire, drums,
you breath
i kiss
i take a finger
it was all now
thinking of it
rolling about some dust on the ground
for this
for a very first
breath again and spasm and a fit
toe
….
This is a WUNDER: Only you
only you alone should be with me
cause i belong to you.
Time and Space disappear when we find ourselves
only you and I.
With you and only with you,
I do feel in me a purpose in my life.
Ask me no question,
I can only say
I Love You.
Come, let us be silent
Show me what words cannot say
Gentle hands,
they speak
volumes,
like a breeze and like a
hurricane
In your eyes I read
our Future like
a Romance-
we will laugh,
we will cry
and have done all for Love,
creating just something new
with a combination of us
Our life.
But thats just a wonderfull dream,
because
reality
has got
her own
rules
Member.
Building things up
then destroying them
I love it in music
in love I love growth
no destruction?
or is that (expecting) disappointment?
the destruction (and rebuilding) of the picture I had of you.
I don’t want to lose you.
How can I remember?
Will you remember me?
As members of ours? Ourselves?
Losing you feels like a part of me dismembered.
And remembered by someone else.
If you weren’t there.
I don’t want do i dont want to be forced into corfus no more I don’t want to be forced into forcus no more I don’t want to be forced into focus no more
I don’t want to be forced to be forced to be forcused no more
I don’t want to be forced to be forced to be focused no more
grany beat
u bet you lick
you think you should
(i understood)
i sware i feel i bleed, hope I remote my heart control (you load mes mots)
souquez, comptines, le feu, du style, soyez ouverts (mon nom offert) osez la fine
ich geh, weiter (adrenaline)
neck, chess, schrek, ist jetzt, ich hab kein zeit, ich bin suchtern
wie geht’s, lascive, je rend, l’église, les clé, du parc,
mon eau, carlatte, ma vie, gratis, mes yeux, qui plissent ^^
je n’ai souffert, qu’aux temps, Ulysse, bon temps, futur, passé, je mise, conneries permises, voyages tu disais,
je parle, en toi
yeah if the food is poison, it’s a matter a fact, don’t, don’t go there. At my parents place too… for christmas, we have grand ma’ chesnut cake… we call it: the « klug ». it’s mass media murder engine. the wisper. the painted stone men in black on a wide screen in extension, and in reduced mode, the fact it’s suqary, it’s down-in, and square, i mean this, is moving, and then disapears.
oh yes, master cats in boots we are, lovingly growing; knowing how to take care of luxuries to let them necessities let take care of themselves.
focused sunlight, dense, intense, unbreakable, gazillions of ages old, fantastillions of ages lasting.
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I never want to see anything else.
Put me an amber screen in front of my eyes please.
The author deletes
as the author writes.
Shame on the way –
under the strict rule of law, of love.
Motion to last fish stage, stage fish
experience goes with the flow
says aerodynamics.
Body textures,
re written
language architectures
in a vacuum cleaner
corpses and a voice.
Stop! Go! Stop!
Premature god in a monastery born child no mastery.
The psychoanalytically trained hides and seeks, shows off and on.
Enlightenment puts on the poetic veil
to what there is to be revealed.
The naked dress defeats itself without a shadow.
The forefathers’ remains,
survival of the fittest feather
while body tissue memories rot
into the next generation.
In the noisy night sometimes,….i dream.
Fluffy pillows,…nightmares!
dreaming without thinking-
otherwise,….
not tough enough.
hold on, hold on!
just grab the hook!!!
Fall,…the leaves are falling down.
sunray-SEE!
blinded-incapable!
beats-just sluggish^^
,…but still.
try back!
try sideways!
Wakeup!!!!
RIIIINNNGGGGG!!!
I ring… ! I always ring
tryin’ to be more than that
sending texts
flooding things
hold the rest
be my king
said the ying
ding the yang
bang the young
seeks the vain
don’t be lame, the immortal
destiny
of
I’m here
Is it possible that those are still the ages of fables?
Hide and seek
the word by which you’ll be called
is a mute hum.
some time is silence is a luxury is
the poor, the rich, all dumbs
what do you get when you don’t want?
destruction is luxury
always and everything
when ends made met
The irrevelant way of communicating
through pales and slow
repetitions
je t’aime tes mots
définitions
ondes ascétiques
pluie vaporeuse
yeux bleu de glace
c’est parce que je tant
que je respire en levant la tête au ciel, dans cette forêt tropicale
mais.. il faut déjà partir?
I picked up a stone
there’s no future
I just stand, stone in a hand
don’t ask me if I’m good
don’t waste your time ..
little values still stood
can be physic
can be fool
a piece of my heart stayed on a drawing above a children’s bed
an other one is diffused in her mother’s eyes
Stop. Don’t panic. Take care of fall…
Am I a nobody ?
a nobody like me ?
who talks and talks and talks
on the same melody ?
Un lien mort, rend l’espace mental, inhabité sur le clavier.
Inhabité, le clavier, rend,
mort le lien .
Waves came before and sound remains
What kind of foam does murmur around ?
Which hands ? Whom love and percussive glance in the Fall ?
Two ladies where mixed in my tongue. The first
Water and Gold, the second is a secret drogue
And the spirit of colors, Chinese White repeated,
S. Red, Turquoise, Cobalt Blue, and words.
Waves are drinking goat’s and frog’s and dog’s tears
Delicious kiss, grapes and cheese, porcelaine appearing and fade.
listeng the bells of a red telephone
time awhile a writing and a sketching of bodies
in the brain dome by a mountain twaine and a hairy count
by a thousand feet around
as princess, as king of nowhere suck the bottle
be smoked, let be smoked the skin fruit
of a surrealistic woman as you
the answering waves i drink as i breath
and next to this the flush on the stone
the wild statue of chance forever there
solitude and lonelyness two rabbit’s one to other
in a field of heat childy things fade mother
so alone cramps thy dream on her through
back on the tracks
F4 platform season 2
let’s try to do not repeat ourselves
let’s be strong. let’s be happy. and the word: « hope » ain’t no shit
happy new year to all of you guys !
she was showing
skillness in oblivion
she was blushing
with memories
The man gave
the man took all
the man died
the man awoke up
she was showing
skillness
she was in time
she remember all
my skin so soft and pale
iron wrote on my foft sweet skin
like a new ink burning flesh beyond
and the word was sad thereafter and was free dome
Paul ignored then my skin and was nervous
he thought I was uncommon or vulgar, whatever
the impression was obscene freedom, a distorted sight on view
my womb is full of Paul
my womb is full of gold
words will be silent
growing of wealth is in me
growing of each letter of a silent freedom word
written on my skin
long before Paul
pretentious posers stage their play based on writings from men – the name of one comes from sad.
the other one’s austrian – which is obvious.
the devil’s beard
a tale on the shepherd’s pie
the chocolate mouse of a couple
above us only spies kiss one another
in the garden all is wet and fresh
but no mush, no grass, no tail
over the corpse of my love
the princess of worms
: Coconuts and freenuts
she went fair
so sweet in the air
so nude woman
as the gypsie fair
chorus : I remember you
I remember the moment you spent
in the phone calls decay
in the taking my clothes removed off
Truly members of human space
we got on the mud
and the dust
Heat of you
heat of mee ee eee
the sunshine blood of a month
and the condom as usual just put on a thought
condom version could be arranged
Ophelia was the girl on a camelia
her father treated her
a way that’s no fair
A day will come when all this situation
should be the matter of an artist’s publication
a singer’s not supposed to know the implications
but only to convey the orphic connotation
I’ts difficult to play in the middle of a station
and even at the kitchen bird’s communication
Ophelia was the girl on a camelia
her father treated her
a way that’s no fair
talk to the talk
the talk talks to
talk the talk to
the talk talks to
talk to talk to talk to
talk to the talk the talk talks to the talk
the to talk the talk to
talk this to that
talk to talk to talk to
someone talks to
the talk
talks to talk
More champagne and pills to pass the night
i’m a studious person, an impossible reason
be liquid
be liquid with me
i dont know wich i think
Take pills as you take champagne
the night and the day never succeed to pass
If i kiss you what will you think ?
only us regards the night/of bodies/begging tobe scene outside of this amnesia
You’re gonna wish you never had met me.
I always dreamed about a rocking chair, in front of my garden
Smash Lieder
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She talks about her ex
She try to get this fixed
I guess she’s a real fox
I’m termninator X
Come here I will judge you
You need some stance in the air
you need some fire in hell
you’d better hear the shell
Yes, the sound of sea shore
or is it your void of your thoughts
in terms of braveness you won
the award of cowardice
I’a a norma job
I’ts a normal hate
i’ts a normal weight
to carry on
I won’t cry for you
my little babe
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Biggest albums sales in the history of music :
– Thriller (Michael Jackson),
– Back in Black (ACDC),
– The Dark Side Of The Moon (Pink Floyd).
What does it mean for humanity ?
It means that reality is all about :
– dark zombies disco streets
– hard rock
– psychedelism
Forget the rest,
and fuck LinkedIn.
When some so called contemporary poets
are just doing comedy show with emotionnal tricks,
and aren’t producing a single line of poetry
When drone musicians with laptops are doing the same music
as old dudes did, 25 years ago, with guitars…
when these musicians… have the biggest collection of black shirts in the city.
When true love just look like simple things you left behind 25 years ago
running after ghosts, mirages and miracles
I jump in then I take a step back.
I take this momentum to better deploy myself.
I sip a vodka without getting angry.
I don’t want to pick up where I left off.
I want to get rid of my thoughts.
I want to be a flexible and straight man.
I want to see you without your mysterious chords.
I want that story
softer than stone.
I believe in natures, strong as sound, but you’ll never get me,
I’ll live to the full, and when the noise of others reaches my lair,
I’ll scream, I’ll dance, in the corridor of the deads,
there, on the pavement, on the road to work, eaten away by the rust of sun-washed rain,
distorted by infos, war, silences. How can we survive your funeral race? My bravado keeps me young.
I’m a child.
I walk on the ice
a fault on behalf
my soul to resize
I’m ready to dive
Oh ! mecanic of smile,
fuse on the pavement
it’s my family eyes
to fund the payment
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Brieuc Le Meur
Berlin