I want to scream, but I can't even breath.
I'm not where I want to,
I'm not who I want to.
I ride sadness,
And from darkness,
I descend.
dimanche 19 août 2012
See it coming
That night I saw the end,
The sweet relief of the code.
But is was just a lure.
Trapped under ice.
A mix of pleasure and pain,
Reality and illusion.
It's time I disappear.
mardi 14 août 2012
Destiny
A samurai is much like a cherry blossom. As the petals can be swept at the first sign of a storm, the samurai can loose his life quickly. Still, both are ready to do so, for this is their destiny.
samedi 11 août 2012
Steel and Silk
The armor of a samurai is made of silk and steel. His character should be as his armor. He should always be ready to kill and be killed swiftly, but he should also be able to be smooth, soft, caring and polite. The complexity of this character is only attained through hard work and humility, as it demands to walk on a thin line, which separate the art of war, and the art of peace. So is the way of the Bushido.
vendredi 10 août 2012
Seppuku
You took away tomorrow, still I stand
I drown into the sorrow, still I stand
I'll take a look to the sky
Just before I die
It's the last time I will
Shoot me again, I ain't dead yet
Constant chill deep inside me
I drown into the sorrow, still I stand
I'll take a look to the sky
Just before I die
It's the last time I will
Shoot me again, I ain't dead yet
Constant chill deep inside me
jeudi 9 août 2012
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lundi 6 août 2012
dimanche 5 août 2012
mercredi 1 août 2012
A Night in Montreal
She came up in a dress made of light
I know like it was today
I was so out of myself
A whisper fell into my soul
And would lead a fine song
Speaking a strange language
And it felt good
When I left her skin
Spring bleeds in my mind
Like cherry blossom in Japan
Feeling awkward
But still I never regretted it
What if never saw you again?
I'll die right next to hope.
I know like it was today
I was so out of myself
A whisper fell into my soul
And would lead a fine song
Speaking a strange language
And it felt good
When I left her skin
Spring bleeds in my mind
Like cherry blossom in Japan
Feeling awkward
But still I never regretted it
What if never saw you again?
I'll die right next to hope.
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