Le bonheur est un mirage où les âmes égarentErrent les sentiers chimériques durant leurs passesLaissant derrière que vents qui effacent leurs tracesQui suivent une vision avec des esprits bavards. [...] S.C.P.BIBA
Author: My-so-called-poetry
As soon as the soft backs to one's shoulders heaven,All the earth immensity be no more pleasant.All the roads, all of a sudden, take the wrong turns,All the destinations twist and head to more mourns.All your years-by-years seeds hit by the unkind sun,By the stagnant time windows like Judas, then runsInto yor being echoes your… Continue reading
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Quand ton cœur est trop lourd par ce bas monde combats, Ton âme se contracte quand il ralentit et bat. Les élans de tes souffles blessent tes lésions vives. Tes soupirs sondent tes lamentations expressives. Ton esprit errant se perd dans les jours tous noirs. Tes boutons de roses se fanent à l'orée des soirs. … Continue reading #phénix, #poésie, #poème, #vers
The more I grasp sighs, the more my tears dryThe gray fogginess hinders my sky'sunSo I kneel down and pray 'O The Most High'Lights of my days in a ring of fire cryAll my bruises absorb the fiery nightsThe more I grasp sighs, the more my tears dry [. . .]
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Darkness invades My heart and settles down Its out of sight Throne, and crowns Its illegitimate empire. Governs my brain Scatters my existence Paralyzes action and reaction.moans and groans fog Smogs the black box.Pain army comes Dragging cries Of my soul sights Horses of fears gallop Followed by reasonable shiver Knocking the warning bells Of… Continue reading #poetry
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He sits on the street corner His woolly dog is sleeping His friend Cane always with him In his hands an old flute Playing his misfortune.His eyelids fused together He hears the passers' footsteps and heartbeats, He hears the laughs, anger, and sights, He perceives people's cruelties and indifference. The outside world synopsizes poignant noises.His… Continue reading #poetry #write #poem
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Anti-Organique
Souvent J'assistais à ce moment magistralQu'un esprit de la tour d'Ivoire tendre main fanaleÀ des ailes rêveuses désirant la touche des cieuxÀ des yeux lumineux évitant les sombres feuxÀ des pas fourvoyés errant en solitaireÀ des mains creusant les grottes pour le souffle solaire Une voix satirique me résonne :"Hélas! pauvre âmecrue que ses fausses… Continue reading Anti-Organique
Road Taken (Loser)
Road taken(Loser) In life's battlefields, he's so vulnerableHead bows, heart trembles: "Ô! the miserable!"Between diverged roads stands the doubtfulTakes the most rutted road: "Ô! how thoughtful!"No caring eyes, no warm hands of wisdomTo uphold, forestall his fall in the bottomMeagre dust shrouds his fragile aching soulThe mob swallows the Newcomer the wholeOnce down, his Dreams… Continue reading Road Taken (Loser)
A Brand-New World
In a world of war and panicEverything is dreadful and tragicNothing anymore logicAll human rights suddenly vanishAs if by magicOur bodies grow giganticYet brain smallestOur status patheticWith worry, anger, griefWe become cynic, frantic…Illiteracy, poverty and abuse are chronicPoor and needy- next to nothingBut rich in vain rhetoricThat makes us more and more fanaticHinder our fall… Continue reading A Brand-New World
So-called Poetry of Biba 
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