Max Pierre

Runaway To Look For My Broken Heart

To catch my broken heart
I ride with the archipelago
Razzle-dazzles stand in my way
I spin with the pleistocene

A deceived traveler on shore
I am broken into pieces
Let me pick-up my parts
and assemble a stronger man

My soul is the strings under
the fingers of shadow-light
A Whale-man I dive the universe
longing for my broken heart

Seize in the middle of blunder
the parts of my heart are stronger
A sky of thanks to the sea
I am able to love again

The man I reach inside
is filled up with hardships
My heart is a bridge
under which my blood overflows

I am the friendship
between war and peace
a Doric column within
the lake and the clouds

Climbing ecstatic ladders
to run away from discord
and from uncertainty
I am departing into light

With a flame in my heart
I am in the stream of hope
O innocence O love
show me the way to harbor

The Solitary Drinker

The door slams everyday after sunset
he enters the liquid world
of sweet beer and delicious alcohol
A bohemian in search of ecstasy
he mixes beer and heavy absinthe
At dusk he is passenger on a roller coaster
traveling to sidereal
and to the birth of a drunken-world
He has lost his loves
and he keeps memories of his false steps
He is living as a scary cat in the wilderness
as a lonely lion in the forest
He is living in the hallucinations of a drunken-soul
His heart is a broken glass on a marble-body
Darkness inside of him
is larger than light outside of him
His tears fill up all empty bottles
Transmutation of the soul
is metamorphosis of a drunk
He becomes the liquid in his glass
he becomes the fountain of alcohol in his dreams
His life is an ocean of intoxicating liquor
where he is swimming to death

The Tree and The Wind

Invisible wind
visible tree are in love
Sweet wind through the heart of the palm tree
A ballerina in love
that performs with duende
She is ballroom dancing
and sometimes romancing
The wind is a musician
that carries Apollo's harp
since the construction of the sky
since the creation of the moon
The wind is a musician
that plays for the stars
and for the birth of the arts
The sun is rising and setting still
The sea is a grand piano
and she plays all the lovely tunes
The trees are the greatest dancers
only they can dance "The Tempest"
When he is in delirium
through the trees
the wind speaks out to humans
When he wears the hurricane wings
and blows against humanity
the wind speaks out to us

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Cover Design: Joseph McNair