Monday, September 17, 2012


I miss the smell of home, the walls are empty,
The hearth is cold...
The lust is ashes
My heart only craves the points of the swords, not rage, not sorrow
I can't hear the feathery steps..that smiling river
My only pleasure is death and it cant come wither
What curse killed that kindling warmth
What human folly
What has been undone can be back jolly?
The only soothing sound is my armor, clashing
In a desperate run of whimsical crave
What now, what never ..could I answer more
or should leave for time to reveal its lore?

Saturday, April 2, 2011


It could be knowledge it could be thrill

Just give me something new to kill

Dive my teeth in endless anger

Bedazzle me, give me answers

New worlds to see to places to conquer

Quench my thirst, feed my hunger

With words of worlds unreachable

My soul is a beast insatiable

Monday, April 27, 2009

Touch of a feather

That sweet strange smell
That light I can’t tell
And words unspoken
With warmth are laden
And I still wonder
What made me fonder
Of that heart of hers
The light she shines in
The rivers within
That peace she brings
When she laughs and sings
Oh! Silence converse
Of whispering whims
And dreams take longer
The night will ponder
On sanity’s rims
To covet a verse
I hold on so dear
And joy rips a tear
From my beaten weather
She takes out the fear
Exiling the curse
With a touch of a feather

Monday, March 2, 2009

Un Soir

Un soir de ces soirs où je te sens plus
Ou tu n'es plus là
Je veux revoir ce que tu es dedans
Me voir
Hier demain passionnément
T’es ou ?

Tuesday, January 27, 2009


* Learn to love without expecting anything in return... Learn to live without needing anyone
* Power is measured by your ability to communicate fear
* Les gens neutres sont toujours en retard

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Les Peuples Tristes

Pleurnicheurs, crieurs, lamenteurs pleureurs
Ni leur vie, ni leur air, ni leur sol ne sourient
Et de leurs maitres ils ont toujours peur
Contents de retrouver leur monde pourri
Aux cuisses de leurs femmes s’arrête leur honneur
Les flammes dévorent leurs frères meurtris
Et tout ce qu’ils font c’est crier leur horreur
Regardant de loin, impuissant mais pis
Porter sur un ennemi leur immense rancœur
Sans que leur rage ne dépasse leurs cris

Friday, December 12, 2008

Kess emmoun kelloun

I lived alone ..I'll die alone!!