I’m Human

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un p’tit je ne  sais quoi — ᵏᴼᵏᴼ

Take a knife. Make sure that’s well sharpened. Cut my soul in two and wait quietly to see with what is full. In the beginning, you will observe the sea with the cloudy waves of melancholy. You’ll see the sun. A scorching sun. And you gonna feel a gentle breeze of the wind… (it likes to walk through my soul). Cut a little bit more to see how many waves of laughter go out, but be careful to not slip them. They’re treatments for my various disappointments. Not to forget. You will see some failures. Ignore them. Someday I’ll fix them. Cut a bit deeper and you’ll find dreams that I still have, and also desires and fantasies… (I’ve to mention, I got a special relationship with the fantasies). After that, I’d like, you to look carefully, somewhere at the top. Right there is happiness. Do you recognize it? I’m Human. I’m a lot of stuff each day of the week, I have about everything in the soul of mine, but I’m not afraid of the bullet’s wound which splits it in two. I know that from there always pretty things it’s gonna dripping out.
Rag’n’Bone Man

nothin’ to ya

Did I bother you?
I want to tell you something, —
In fact, I’d like to know what’s my chance
of meeting you at a time out of the universe?
Do you hear me?
I’ll wait until the hour of,
when I’ll be supposed that you forget,
that nothing was delayed.
I’ll wait for you in cosmos, on a sofa.
You may wait for an answer
which I don’t know it as well as you do.
I tried my luck with the last dime, —
I’m gonna wait for you until… but 1st, 
«can you swear I mean… nothin’ to ya»

sloe gin

I embodied you in other creature
reincarnated not from a fine spirit
but gifted to direct you at a stage
of a futuristic idea felt in a sloe gin
able like a vermin to eat your pain,
a pain found in any soul, at a time

❝ tread softly because you tread on my dreams ❞

Had I’ve got the heavens embroidered cloths

enwrought with golden and silver light?
Had I’ve got the blue and the dim
and the dark cloths of night
and light and the half-light?
Cause if I’d have,
I would spread the cloths under your feet…
but I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
— William B.Yeats —

child in time…

in a very trying rookie season like a child in time
at a superior state of awakening you’ve begun
to wonder if every time you dreamed, you weren’t
actually more awake while with every awakening,
you slipped in a world with lack of dimensions,
dimensions of imagination incited by a love spell
 Deep Purple │ Daniel Boone

one more fucking time

very early in the morning,
the sky whispered to me, —
a magical day, sunshine…
and I answered back, —
wham bam and shanalala

me to you more than I got mine
with my flew mind to you, —
in one day, a common day,
we’ll meet for the first time
and we gonna make love
as rough as if we’ve known
each other, in another life…
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

and I will plead no contest

if loving you’s a crime,
so go on and find me guilty, 
just one more fucking time
Silver │ White Denim │ Lemmy [ Motörhead ]
 question 3 — Cabadzi │ Loney Dear — isn’t it you 
Cigarettes After Sex — opera house  │ one more fucking time — Motörhead


if your mind and heart is provoked
if the blood trembles through your veins
if stormy passions are getting back to life
if your principles are sliced while you
become an addict without even know why
if perturbed, you wanna casting away
to not see any more ghosts but only
to be urged of flying without wings
convinced that you will be caught
by those invisible arms in your free falling
if a new sentiment appears as if the one
you were once is resurrected in someone
you’d wanna be just to feel beyond of palpable,
it’s because you met with the only one capable
and disposed to change you forever, — mystery


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