POETRY

Section dedicated to Poetry and creative writing

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The mythical place where you were born

Has been bombed

Your parents are dead

And you’re alone

Alone into this

And alive because of this

As nothing ever happened before

You’re all brand new

Good to go

Into the jaws

Of the next generation of cannibals

They will eat alive

But with no pain

They will teach you what pain Is

And how it works

And that’s good

Good for you

Good for them 

And good for us

You are not the last

You’re just another one

Wandering lost in his own town

It’s the shaman who knows how

How to stomp on the old ground

The rest

What’s left

Is for the sharks

A feast of meat and bones

And the undertaker knocking at your door

He would row the seven seas to find you

But if you may be the last

Take that chance

Don’t drop it

Jump the fence sand run away

It’s your truth

The only one

To keep you safe 

J Baal

DRIFTING

Drifting

Drifting away from your view

Than I scan all the sidewalks

Stare in my coffee

Lean by my window

Looking for you

For a glimpse of your pale blue eyes

A big blue sky above your soul

To protect your gentle moves

Your delicate touch to the ground

When you walk

Gives the illusion of flying

Gravitational fields bend to your beauty

And that thin veil of sadness

I’d like to break through

I think I’m drifting

Drifting

Drifting away from your view

I crawl the pubs

I rave the clubs

Looking for you

When the lights are on in the Theatre

Behind the heavy curtains

Of my ego and my pride

I look for you baby

But the radio plays

J’aime l’amour a trois

J Baal

I’M THE ANVIL

I’m the anvil

Beat me

Hit me

As hard as you can

I’m the anvil

I’ll take you by my side

But won’t let you inside

You’ve been over me for so long

I can remember the last day of summer

You chasing me

In the golden land of youth

I remember you

Your smiling face

As a cascade

Over the darkened rotten holes

Of a triumphant war

Streams of blood

That flow in the throats of hungry wolves

We were destined to unlearn

The script

And the song

And mourn

Mourn

Mourn

For the summer that’s gone

J Baal

DARK ANGEL

I wonder where’s my dark angel gone

Vanished in the red morning light

Wild is the wind

Sharp is the knife

Thin is the skin

High is the tide

It’s the aftermath

Of a night with the vampire

My heart is beating

But no blood left inside

A pale memory

In the ruins of time

A sinking ship

With onboard my desires

I wonder where’s the sweetness gone

The taste is bitter in my mouth

God knows what I’ve done wrong

And why it suddenly went south

My stomach is empty

My brain is dried

My dream is a nightmare

It flipped overnight

A split second to change a mind

Nothing I could say 

Will ever prove me right

The thrill is gone

There’s no spark in my eye

I feel the hollowness

The romance’s gone by

I run from nothingness

I have nowhere to hide

A sense of helplessness

I got nothing left to try

Light years of distance

Between me 

Her

And our lives

Like two old galaxies

Just about to collide

Call me a taxi

I’ll take my very last ride

Buy me a tombstone

I should be dead by midnight

J Baal

ASTRAL MIGRANTS

Are we the next astral migrants?

When the sun refuse to shine

Will we be traveling to unknown continents

Where inter-dimensional creatures will play hide and seek?

We’re not the last living souls

We’re not the last floating stone

As far as it could go

We’re not alone

Stitching back your heart together

As we could never say never

As fast as a flash lasts

I can see in a million years in the past

As the time was still it all makes sense

As we leave it all behind we finally get

That we’ll never get it

Accept what’s next

Don’t stop the trance

Is this a living stance that love transcends? 

J Baal

THE SHIP SONG

Ships

Cruising in the storm

Old human souls

Ravaging the white sand shore

Moonlight

Through skeleton fingers

Shadows in the mist

Knives in the back of the dawn

Disappearing wolves 

Break the world in two

Dragons eat the beast

Eagles do the twist

Shameless

Helpless

Ripping the eyes apart

The whore 

Is no more

The drill

The thrill

The spiral in your will

That look 

Without the grim

As you spin

If you wish

You’re forgiven

Drowning into depths

A few will see what’s left

J Baal

WHITE THUNDEROUS HORSE

These are the words in the room

Tip on the top

Crawling the sidewalks of intuition

To get deeper

And better

Deeper 

Is better

Spilling drops of golden nectar

In the sands of twilight sunsets

Like going above

Like jumping the rope

Twisted twitches

Maximum abnormal

Sleep inside

Tingling

The shape of your thoughts

The rules of your heart

The sound of your soul

The stream of your death

Rave on

Rave on

Is this mad dog real?

Is the end near?

You can ask to Jim

Or you can ask to John

You can break my cin

You can bend my will

I’m resisting still

Is this what the real deal is?

Oh, heck

I should have done that

I should have said that

That’s what I heard

No

Is a beautiful word

Choose

Is the best way to lose

Sirens

I can hear you

Cracks and cranks

Good deed indeed

Cheer up

Keep it up

Standing at the side of action

Is so fake

I can’t take it

You can’t take it

Mirrored hearts

Golden lions

Have you seen them?

Is that lost last spark of joy devoured by the void?

Certainly unemployed

See the stars from here to Mars

Fast as car flashing through the streets of Rome

Chasing the devils

Splitting the matter

Oscure

Unsure

Details of nails

Trains that head to the back of your head

Murder forms

Like drinking atomic bombs

The Prince is throned

The palace has been stormed

Got it this way

Or run away

Sliding the cliffs of joy

I slowly return to the moon

This wasn’t the toll

Meet me 

At the break of dawn

On my horse

A white thunderous horse

Creeping back to honesty

Bleeding badly

J Baal