The Shadow

I am a shadow, Shallow.
Dark and silent I walk by your side,
Yet you never seem to see,
Where I am and who i am.
Step into the light,
‘N I disappear

I am an arrow
Eerie sparrow in the fashion of none,
Sharp and deadly
I tear through the air
Swift and silent
I strike,
like a spike,
There where you never wish,
There where you never will...

Feels like a sting
Like a stab from a knife…
…And I turn around
And the stab is into my back,
slack, no feedback,
counter attack, counters attract.
stinger under my breath

I am a NO-SIR,
Anti-conformist, marginal, irrational,
I sow the seeds of doubt into your mind.
And let it grow ‘n take over
that what is left of your esteem
that what is left of your self.
Pebble in your shoes,
Grain of sand into your eyes,
I disturb, I worry
Interfere and irritate.
Look into the mirror and I’m gone.

I am a provoker, challenger, antagonist
‘tis stronger than me
I move against the crowd
Against the trend, the current
And all the like
Endless battle leading to nowhere
So I fight, for a light,
For a life, for a right.

I am an illusion
Chimera
Hidden agenda
Fake image of myself
Imposter
What you see is just a mask
What I say is just a play
Play the same game
Insane
Leading to the hall
Of fame
All flame
Of eternity
Maturity
Idle sensitivity
What a shame, for the name
What a mess! Bless,
All in my fortress, stress,
Less and never else.

I am a child
Lost in my word, lost in my world
I’ve never learnt to grow
yet I’ve grown too fast
I walk the streets of shame
Barefooted
Bare-hearted, bear-hearted
I can see what you can’t
Hear what you don’t
Think what you won’t
And say what you haunt

I am the very gum under your boots
The very one behind your back
Slack
Stuck to your soul,
crushed by your ego
I stick to the stink
and remain the same.
Again, no fame nor flame,
Just a name, in the game, all solo, so low
In sorrow, far below,
I bow and retreat,
but never give up
For at the back of your mind
I am the very powder before the lead
The very hammer before the chisel
Set ablaze by the fury of the winds
I can take the blow and bow
Yet you never know
When I will come out
And what I will say, or play.

I am a breeze, Sleaze
Wind under your wings
I can make you rise
Ascend to the skies
And die.
And watch you fall
Twisting, turning
come screaming to the ground
And catch you down
At the very last moment.
Then when you thought I could never be
Then when you thought I could never see…
but I do ...
So this is my flaw.

I am a beggar
Begging in the streets
Please can you spare a piece
So I get something to eat
Fleet
Under my feet, heat
I can eat that what you spit
Split what you eat
I have no regrets,
no remorses ever,
You can shoot me in the back, black,
point blank into the white of me eyes.
aim into your sights and I'm gone
even before the feel of the trigger.

I am a dreamer
Wishful thinker,
rattle brain stinker
I wish for a land far beyond
Peaceful tranquility
Ease the gravity
and let me fall, free,
far below any of your expectations,
sordid incantations,
hymn to the sweet melancholy
that you spread with your smile gone astray
and your your tears, turned to tatters.

Yet I never fail or flail
And you never come or ever came
So I remain
The same
Eternal dreamer, weaver,
Beaver on the shores of your mind
Sitting on the edge
Wishing I were there
But I am not –
And you never made it
So I take a jump
from the hump in my mind
that was me fortress,
buttress to my ego

and i fall
Motion in a world of flow
Emotion in a world so slow…

Arrêt sur image.
les enfants sages
et les rois mages
ne sont que des images
sans paysages, enfantillages
Et je ressens les présages
Tout au bout de la page,
Avide, mémoire a la nage,
mon cœur ne connaît pas de rage
sage déception de l’enfant qui n’a plus d’age.
Et j ‘enrage
D’être l’ombre de ce que je devrais être.


I am a climber, fighter
Vertical weaver
I defy the laws of gravity,
Vertical insanity
And yet
When I get caught
I try to hang on
Just for another minute,
Minute second in thy dwell of time
And then
when all is about to unfold
I recoil and re-arm
Reach out and grab
and save myself
Only to cut the rope
Let loose of the braid
and fall
so the story never ends.

Catch me eyes and I’m gone.

Gravity kills.

Set free by the winds under your breath.
I am a loner
Endless forgiver
walking the dunes of life, my life
Lonely soul, endless agony, melancholy
Needless felony
I am the one to resent
when I stay, stray
The one you will miss when I’m gone.

I am the nightmare of those I touch
Distant dream of those I don’t
Yet I know,
That what they cannot see
That what they daunt
That what they don’t
Look into me eyes and I’m gone -without a blink.

YET
I am no traitor, betrayer, faithless sympathizer
I know your tears and play with your fears
Only to find
that I’ve cut the rope
And my life is gone
fallen
Into the blink of a moments illusion,
Disillusion.
I look into my soul
And I find
That the seeds of doubts have grown
Like the trees that will never wither
Ever so thick, Ever so high
That they touch the sky. –
Vanilla sky…

Unwind and release.
Like a teardrop
torn from a rock.
I watch my fall,
Flight
Out of sight
Freedom, in a world of flow
Like a sparrow
Shot from the cradle
I fall
Into the shallowness
Of my shadow.
I hit the ground - rebound
Gravity kills.

Yet I never die
I never flag
Yet I never fail
Or falter
For I live on in your mind
just for a little while
Just another mile
Just another tad!
The time for a whine.
Catch me thoughts and I’m gone.

So now
I am but a shadow, shallow
Living at the back of your mind
Like the remorse that I’ve never had
And you always will
And the doubts I‘ll ever breed
There’s no agony
Endless destiny.

Yet
I am not the phoenix
That you say you are
For unlike you
I do not kill and die –
sharia of the mind.
So I can be born again
I strive and fight
And save and survive
And live on.
I find faith there where you doubt
I find strength there where you give up
I stick to my word, there where you betray.
I take in, then when you resent…

Yet I am but a shadow.
Mellow, like that eerie sparrow
That you have killed twice
With the same stone.

and that's for you stinger,
whose dart lies under my skin
whose name i hall bear under my breath
and whose scent i shall carry
not unto my epitaph.
but me grave.