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The spirit of Nirvana
“Come as you are
Just as you are
Bring your scars
Graze your face
Blur your sight
Yours is mine
Don’t be scared
This is the spirit of the lost
Screams and tears
Flames and dust
Chains and blades
Just a hole in the shroud
Don’t be ashamed
Mine is yours
Breathe as you want
Just as you want
Blow off your dignity
Trample your faith
Spit on your birth
Yours is mine
Don’t be scared
This is the spirit of the fool
Fire and lies
Sins and prayers
Dark and light
Just a shade in a daze
Don’t be ashamed
Mine is yours
Yell as you like
Just as you like
Crush the walls
Kill the priests
Tempt the Hell
Yours is mine
Don’t be scared
This is the spirit of the avenger
Mud and piss
Drugs and shit
Flesh and blood
Just a splash in the night
Don’t be ashamed
Mine is yours
Die as you live
Just as you live
Close your eyes
Explode your rage
Pull on the trigger
Yours is mine
Don’t be scared
It’s the spirit of the dead
Tears and bites
Stabs and arrows
Life and death
Just a riot in your grave
Don’t be ashamed
Mine is yours”
©Broken Angel
Sweet time of mine
“Ô sweet time of mine
Where have you been for all these years ?
You promised me to stay beside me
But you did leave me alone
Day after day waiting for you to come back
Counting the seasons expecting you’ll be the next one
I’ve never seen you but in my scattered heart
Each night baying at the moon
Sinking endlessly till I reached your lumen
All I’ve ever caught is the blinding reflect of your absence
At the edge of myself crawling underneath the hours passing by
I’ve travelled so far to search for your blessing
The one you used once to name eternity
I guess I’ve been abused by you
I’ve been such a fool to believe I could immortalize my tears
Those I poured every breath that I took
Suffocating and diving always further and faster
Pretending for a touch of you , I harvested what I missed
No second wind to expect now that the clock chiming farewell
Midnight bells ringing so loud I can’t hear you anymore
By the way you’ve never talked to me but in my madness
Deafening sound of all that I would have died for
You ran away from me as the winds fleeing by
My soul still bleeding whereas the sky turns to dark
Exhaling any scars you grazed on my forehead
Baptized by a mirage of vertigos I lost my reason
Actually it does not matter now , why should it ?
You left me without a single goodbye
I bury you without a single scream
Draping you into the velvet of my coffin
In the end you finally belong to me
I realized too late that you were I
Forever and ever
Ô sweet time of mine
You were with me for all these years .”
©Gisèle-Luce de Christian-James
“Sitting here at the top of this hill
Looking at this summer sunset
Waiting for the stars to fire the night
Surrounding by the deepest silence
Just you and I facing the infinity
Your hand in mine as a taste of forever
Your deep perfume flies me to the moon
The breeze softly caresses my skin
As you run yours fingers through my hair
I can hear your heart beating echoing mine
Words are useless as our minds talk the same tongue
Statements are written in our eyes
Promises are deeply inlayed into our souls
You read in me as I was an opened book
I see through you as if you were a crystal glass
I am all of you , you re all of me
Soulmates til the end of time
Eternity belongs to endless lovers
Blessing by the power of love
Sitting here at the top of this hill
Looking at this shield of shooting stars ”
©Broken Angel
No matter the pain below
“Take me down to the shadows lands
Fly me high in the blue red sky
No more cries but my supplies
The demons eyes within my heart
And fill me up with the well of chains
Bring me down to the weeping night
Wash the sane from off my skin
Feed the guilt and let me in
A velvet scream for an Evil spell
And show me how to be mine again
Though the tears
I’m drowning in
Though the fears
I’m draping of
Kill me now before I go
And no matter the pain below
Put me down to the bloody end
Blow me up to the sooty cracks
Burn my soul into the depths
Cut my hair and shave my heart
And leave me there in the pouring rain
Pull me down to the hollow night
Brush the wounds of my disguise
Bury me in the widowed shrouds
Touch me with the gloves of rage
And bend me over my face
Though the tears
I’m drowning in
Though the fears
I’m draping of
Kill me now before I go
And no matter the pain below
Tear me down to the bleeding moon
Unction my life from my loneliness
Catch me here in the waves of blood
Bite my spirit to breathe my silence
And lock me in the padded walls
Crush me down to the level of madness
Drift me apart like none before
Guide me slow to the edge of death
Poison me with the rings of knell
And silence me welding my lips
Kill me now before I go
And no matter the pain below
No , no matter the pain below.”
©Gisèle-Luce de Christian-James
A story ends
“The sense of my words does not mean anymore
I guess it has never had
I clang on to chimeras until I realized the nothing above
A poetry doesn’t change a world and surely not mine
Blind by the late power of the alphabet I offered my everything
And in the end I’m still empty
The suffering can’t be filled by verses and rhymes
At least they just heal for a while but how vain this is
Handling on my writing I only wasted the little time i had
Moments to face myself and fight against this bleeding reflection
A mirror I never dared to stare at but in my darkest nights
And Hell knows I had a few , much more than I could tell
Relating this I’m still wondering why I scribble between the lines
None captures the nothingness when it downed on you for years
And might my spells speak to you there are feathers in the air
As winds they blow off and finally turn their back
Nowhere to hide as the soul lock up itself in a cloudy sky
No tears to blame cause they are all what definitely remain
Talking to you I feel like claiming in the echoingless vacuum of my thoughts
A roaring thunder within my inner language and my corpse for parchment
A foolish course which will soon turn into a desecrated funeral
You and I can perceive what I never wanted to see
But the instant has come to separate myself from my beliefs
Griefs lead you to what you deserve to be leading
And here I am the ink is cold and my hands kept paralyzed
Hypnotic epilogue of those chapters never written
Now and forever I got a hole to say and a memory to forget
These souvenirs I used to drap in the paper of my letters
Facing the final point I strangely feel free , almost discovering me
A story is over , I can confess with no regrets that my name will never embroider literature
The reality was somewhere else ,in this place I belong
This asylum where only the weakest ones breathe the taste of liberty
The freedom of this sickness as an ambrosia made of poison
A last shot before I enter the padded room of the pages passing by .”
©Gisèle-Luce de Christian-James
My faith
“My faith , my faith where have you gone last night ?
Don t lie to me I know the truth about you
You’re nothing but a chimera I cling on to
Reckless narrow escape from my reality
Fallen leaf on the floor of my eternal autumn
Don’t fake this smile on your zipped mouth
I guess your words splashing my mind on the walls
No matter the language of your religion it s not mine
My faith , my faith , where have you been last night?
Don’t bluff behind yours stained glasses
You’re just a shadow spelling the verses of my life
Ghostly exhalations aping my first smothered cry
Faded rose sinking its thorns into the sinner I am
Don’t play the masquerade of the sacred pity
I live with the guilt you slowly engraved in my soul
No matter the sadness of your sobs, it’s not mine
My faith , my faith , where have you slept last night ?
Don’t trick me with the Bible of your faults
You’re nothing but a dark bird of ill omen whistling the end
Absolute nothingness defying the inverted cross planted in my brain
Miserable stigmata hanging on to the shroud of my memories
Don’t penetrate the remains of innocence you’ve stabbed
I reach the somber side of your Ten Commandments
No matter the blessing of your scriptures , it’s not mine
My faith , my faith , where have you died last night ?
Don’t leave me now as I kneel before you
You were all I’ve got left through all these years on the edge
Main guide of my walks in the tunnel of the damned
Holy wax candle enlightening the blindness of my eyes
Don’t run away from the sentenced to suffer creature
I fall struck by the extreme unction of the bleeding moon
No matter the scars of your betrayals, they’re mine ”
©Broken Angel
ANGRY
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My true story : a head butt
Bang bang
“Bang bang he shot me down
Bang bang I hit the ground
Bang bang this awful sound
Bang bang my torturer shot me down
Wake up , wake up I still stand up
Wake up, wake up , I still breathe
Wake up , wake up this endless chorus
Wake up , wake up , my weakness is my strength
Rise up, rise up , the world is mine
Rise up , rises up the devil s gone
Rise up , rise up ,this tenuous hope
Rise up, rise up , my will is good
Come on , come on , the dance begins
Come on, come on , the birds whistle
Come on , come on this is up to me
Come on , come on my destiny shines
Sing baby doll , sing ,the lyrics bright
Sing baby doll, sing , the score twists
Sing baby doll , sing , this anthem of revival
Sing baby doll, sing , my song is your oration
Dream on , dream on, your knell rings
Dream on , dream on , your tears fall
Dream on , dream on , this deafening voice
Dream on , dream on , my glory is your shame
Forgive , forgive , the past rewinds
Forgive, forgive, the seal is printed
Forgive , forgive , this miserable supply
Forgive, forgive , my choice is your decline
Bang bang I shot him down
Bang bang he hit the ground
Bang bang this victorious sound
Bang bang I shot my torturer down”
©Broken Angel
The Devil and I
“I spoke to the Devil yesterday and his voice was a lot like mine
This kind of communion which only exits in the depths of despair
Hell bound words thrown into the pyre of the sacred flames
Anger and hatred spelled in the church of the pagan minds
Absolute destruction of an alphabet devoted to the saints
No rising verses where the white doves turn into black epitaphs
Stoning of the holy cross bleeding from the unsaid sins of the Christ
Soiled hymen of the libertine Virgin Mary scribbled on the stained glass windows
I danced with the Devil yesterday and he twisted a lot like me
This waltz of torments which only exists on the scene of the evil
Tangled up feet riding under the storm of the dying tangos
Barbed wires and chains tearing up the chorus of the smothered lyrics
Unachieved charleston running on the waves of a deafening mute tempo
No lullabies where the funeral hymns eclipse the odes to the glittered God
Cacophony of the greatest chaos ripping into shreds the dreams in B minor
Soundbox of the underworld echoing the death rattles of the Heaven’s door
I kissed the Devil yesterday and his lips tasted a lot like mines
This brotherhood hugs which only exist in the limbos of the grazed souls
Arms wide open to the no man’s land of the poisoned loves
Lies and betrayals swallowing up the false truths of the happy endings
Total negation of the life behind the bloody sword of the abortive widow
No fertile wombs in the lairs of the terra nullius of the somber side
Still born alliances broken on the altar of the allegiance to the beast
Birth of a new passion sealed by the wax of the sinister damnation
I saw the reflection of the Devil yesterday and he was nothing but I
This painting of nothingness which only exists in the cold hearts
Distorted mirror reflecting the disaster of my burning embers
Cracks and furrows drawing the pentacle sign next to my skin
Complete devotion to the forces of the failure in my hellish bewitched eyes
No redemption to kneel before in the inferno of the satanic confessional
Absolution less in the fallowed Eden of the seeds of the no future
Here is the existence of a fallen creature caught in the web of its disease”
©Broken Angel
Sweet lullaby
“Call my name sweet lullaby
Now and then just be mine
For the first and last time
Might your lyrics caress my heart
This chorus I’ve been searching for si long
All is up to you my love me tender
Sacrifices and betrayals I’ve made a few
Draped in the heavy veil of my sorrow
Some I can’t confess but in my eyes
Through many years and thousand tears
Digging the vacuum of my sinner soul
Only to find the score of your melody
A litany of notes floating in the purple air
Such a bohemian rhapsody for my wanderings
Though I knew I couldn’t face your sound
Deep and warm as a burning fire
Echoing the yells of my wounds
This incandescence I was bound by
I’ve climbed the highest scars
Drowning into the lowest waters
Only to hear the voice of my siren song
Cause I hadn’t had a clue to make you back
Some keys happen to flee with the winds
Behind these embroideries sewn next to my sight
I’ve always known the taste of your bliss
My memories scattered on the ground
Trying hardly to rekindle the flames of you
But how could I as you were the unknown above my cradle
Fallen in the well of my forgetting as each piece of me
Remembering every drums rolling loud
But where were you honey of my pouring sobs?
Maybe you’ve never been but in my fears
A produce of my captive foolish imagination
One more illusion turning into disillusionment
On my grazed knees I’ve bled for you
May this blood I’ve offered be my gift of God
The night is slowly downing on me
Uninvited stars growing dazzling my mind
Splitting the moonlight into remains of you
The blade is soft when you’re embraced by the roughness
Like a silver screen reflecting your chimera
White is the silence surrounding my shadow
Blurred thoughts all I wanna think about is you
Before I turn my back and follow my way
Lonely as ever without you by my side
Should I pray till the sun rises up ?
Tell me what to do to cause the moment has come
Call my name sweet lullaby
Now and then just be mine
For the first and last time
Might your lyrics bless my heart.”
©Gisèle-Luce de Christian-James




