Section dedicated to Poetry and creative writing
BOMBED
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