Warzonepoet

L’espérance perdue

warzonepoet — Tue, 19 Dec 2006 11:44:00 +0000

La voix du chagrin appelle
Si faible qu’on peut l’entendre d’ailleurs
Mais, il appelle
J’écoute
Je n’entends rien
Mais il est là-bas, il faut qu’il le soit
Sous la couche du silence faible qui diminue avec chaque éclatement de peine
J’écoute
Je n’entends rien
Les pores de ma peau deviennent des millions d’oreilles qui poursuivent son appel
Rien !
Je me bouche les oreilles
Je ramasse les morceaux de mon espérance brisée
Et voilà !
Que c’est clair !
Que c’est vif !
Sans l’espérance, tu n’as rien à vivre, à sentir ou à désirer
Pas même du chagrin et de la tristesse.

Phone call

warzonepoet — Mon, 18 Dec 2006 14:34:00 +0000

Lifeless like a bad tune
Detached,
My voice traveled in the air
To share a moment with you
I heard it, shuddering with fear
Distant like a dormant tumor in a smoker’s lung
Bitter like a cunning destiny
Resurrecting the death inside me
What an ill messenger did I send to you!

Absent like a cold-blooded murderer
Sick,
I wandered in the street
My mind –an exclamation mark-
Drifting in the wasteland of my life.
What a loss!
What a miserable end!

How far can I reach with the lie of being alive?
They say it’s a matter of time till you believe your own lies
And reshape your life to the confines of their realities.

I miss you; did I tell you?

Abandonné

warzonepoet — Thu, 14 Dec 2006 14:51:00 +0000

J’avais toujours le droit de choisir mon endroit. Mais toujours au prix d’avoir la compagnie de mon choix.

Faut-il que je l’admette, je sacrifierai tous les endroits, juste pour un instant à côté de toi.

Les chemins abandonnés deviennent sans but.

Epitaph

warzonepoet — Thu, 14 Dec 2006 09:46:00 +0000

She was so tender, like a whisper in the dawn
She was so gentle, like a blush of modesty
She was so one of a kind, like a goddess’s fingerprint
She was so her, she still is, and she will be.

“I was so tender, like a whisper in the dawn
I was so gentle, like a blush of modesty
I was so one of a kind, like a goddess’s fingerprint
I was so me, now he makes a beast of me.”

We were so tender, like a pair of lovers should be
We were so gentle, like a timeless thought set free
We were so one of a kind, I in her and she in me
We were so us, we still are and we’ll always be.

“We were so tender, like a pair of lovers should be
We were so gentle, like a timeless thought set free
We were so one of a kind, I in him and he in me
We were so us, what a sorry thing to be.”

I look around
I see no tears
There’s no sound
Of mourning here
Therefore I smile and rest in peace.

“I look around
I see no tears
There’s no sound
Of mourning here
Therefore I smile and rest in peace.”

Delirium

warzonepoet — Wed, 13 Dec 2006 11:27:00 +0000

It’s the feeling that you are everywhere
That fills me with a sick feeling of anticipation
I look around like a psychic obsessed with a wandering spirit
I shed a tear at every car that looks like yours
My heart stops with every step that carries me closer to your bed
I sink deeper and deeper in love with every notion of your existence
I know it is over for you
But I carry on with my feelings
I have nothing to loose if I love you more
I have nothing to gain if I participate in a game of not loving you
I carry you in my heart and surrender to the sweet feeling of being in love
Resurrecting at least once being with you for a lifetime
Reviving the numbness as I touched you
With every sense that defied our common sense
There was nothing wrong in choosing love coupled with indifference then
So why should it be now?
Just because you’re gone and left me with the hazy (yet abundant) remains of your charm?
I remember your (so damn beautiful) face as I think
I love you.. N’importe quoi.

Conviction

warzonepoet — Wed, 13 Dec 2006 08:50:00 +0000

I am sure I can’t say I love us.
But I am sure as well
I can rightly say
I love you.

Numbers

warzonepoet — Wed, 13 Dec 2006 08:46:00 +0000

Whilst it’s true that it takes two to tango,
One is always a good odd number
to take love another step further
towards eternity.

Chansonnette

warzonepoet — Wed, 13 Dec 2006 08:44:00 +0000

Coucou Coucou. Bonjour, Monsieur
Coucou Coucou. Bonjour, Bébé
Coucou Coucou c’est la folie
Qui me réveille dans mon lit.

Coucou Coucou. L’oiseau s’envole
Coucou Coucou je rentre tout seul
Désormais c’est l’esclavage
Je m’enferme dans la cage.

Les souvenirs d’hier

warzonepoet — Wed, 13 Dec 2006 08:41:00 +0000

Entre « je t’aime» et « je m’en fous ! »
Entre la fonction et l’onction
Dans nos discours
Entre nous.
Les termes ne sont pas les mêmes
Depuis tout a été terminé.

Mais…
Entre hier et demain
Entre Toi et Moi.
Il y a beaucoup en commun
Qui commence par « T’es fou»
Et finit par « N’importe quoi».

مكتوب

warzonepoet — Tue, 12 Dec 2006 08:50:00 +0000

قال لي أنسى ذكرياتي وراح يشوف له غيري غالي
يلّي رسمه في أهاتي بكل لون يخطر في بالي
يلّي شوقي له يوماتي منوّر بحزن الليالي
حبّي له جنّه ف حياتي وحبّو نار ومكتوبالي
مش بفكّر إلا فيه
ولو سنين فاتت علينا
مش حفكّر إلا فيه

إن ما جاش يمسح دموعي مش مهم، يا دمعي بوح
إللي عاش صدّو ف ضلوعي هوّ قلبي فين ما روح
وانتعاش ألمي طبيعي هوّ زارعو ف جسمي روح
ما انتهاش لسّه ربيعِ الحزن في عمر الجروح
مش بفكّر إلا فيه
ولو سنين فاتت علينا
مش حفكّر إلا فيه

لسّه بتمنّى اشوفه آه ولو لقياه سراب
ده الجحيم يصبح بطيفه جنّه بتنسّي العذاب
بكل همسه من حروفه بيتفتح للخلد باب
والملايكه هم ضيوفه فين ما راح نابهم ثواب
مش بفكّر إلا فيه
ولو سنين فاتت علينا
مش حفكّر إلا فيه