let them be!

let them be!
Let those at the right be,
Let those at the left be.
But kill those at the extreme.


Let the congregation soar as one,
Let the inspiration flow in all
But stop the flow of blood.


Let the believers be,
Let the non believers be too,
But let peace be.


Let the father slaughter his son
Let the mother murder her daughter
But let the respect for other children be.
# Posté le lundi 09 octobre 2006 23:34

who dance for whom?

who dance for whom?
Move out of your specificity,
come towards me
Get out of you,
come to me
Is this refreshing?
Open and show yourself,
do as you do
In your house in my house
Sure this is dance.
But who dance for whom?
Who decide the good and bad?
I'm a dancer of myself,
a CHAMELEON dancer

The more strong
organizes the more weak
This surely affects her identity
You said kill it,
and she stabbed it
Now, you mourn over it
Because you're not trained to see it
Can we play the game without going for training?
can we drink coca-cola and dance?
Now, enough of politics,
she wants some realities

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Hell is cobbled with good intentions
To live is like
fleeing from one question to the other
Suffering and joy
normal wind of life
Trust in your wings...
The answer is blowing in the wind.
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# Posté le lundi 09 octobre 2006 01:07
Modifié le lundi 09 octobre 2006 01:28

Le sacre d'été & the rite of summer

Le sacre d'été & the rite of summer
Poet français qui nous a sauver la vie
Jouait seulement devant les sieges et le public vide
Mais les drapeaux ne sont pas heureux
Car c'est ne pas la fête de Noël,
Il nous donne un stylo Et une NOTE pour
Noter des choses pas nette

Au debut c'est le but qui nous bouffe
Plongeons toujours dans le rêve d'hier, On fait l'amour sans savoir pourquoi,
Je suis plus vieux que toi “et alors ?”
Il nous a pas cru,
parce qu'on était cru en français
“il faut marcher sur deux pieds”,
il nous rappelle

ces jour ci, il n'est pas content
donc on coupe la tête
et Laisse les corps s'exprimer
il croit plus en Dieu
parce que le sacrifice et fait
deux heure apres minute,
téléphone “ding ding”,
monsieur, on a une idée:
“ je m'en fou, c'est mon anniversaire”.

the rite of summer

French verse-maker that saved our life-span
performed only before empty seats and audience
but the flags were no more happy
as its not charismas
he gave us a pen and a NOTE
to note thing not neat

at the on set we were glued to the goal
still lying among yesterdays' dream
we make love without knowing why
I'm older than you “so what?”
He didn't believed in us
Because we were raw in French
“You have to walk on two legs”,
He reminds us

These days he is not happy
So we cut off our heads
and let the body speaks
he longer believe in God
because the sacrifice is done
two hours after midnight
telephone “ buzz buzz”
sir, we have an idea
“I don't care it's my birthday”
# Posté le lundi 09 octobre 2006 00:55
Modifié le lundi 09 octobre 2006 07:22

Do we need coca-cola to dance?

Do we need coca-cola to dance?
Dance for me requires neither pen nor paintbrush,
only one instrument is necessary,
the HUMAN BODY with a given SPACE
if we don't wish to complicate it,
every motion is imbued with dance
and every dance is validated when there is space,
no matter the size,
being able to move already dance is produced
we don't necessarily need a factory
to fabricate more.
# Posté le lundi 09 octobre 2006 00:44
Modifié le jeudi 24 mai 2007 08:39

money can't buy

Do you want to see African dance?
We are dance merchants
From the down side
Of the Atlantic
We SELL Dance,
Our culture, for SALE,
We SAIL our Art
Our tradition is often on SALES
BUT...
Not our Dignity
That, you can't buy
I AM A YORUBA MAN
I warn.
Not a bush man
I am a countryman,
Proudly Nigerian
money can't buy
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# Posté le lundi 09 octobre 2006 00:37
Modifié le jeudi 24 mai 2007 08:37