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slam from 12/11 - Alexis - Scene

So for tonight, I dug the pen of war
his ink runs through my veins it
and I only train one person being
of the skin to the skeleton, the merger is complete
she smells blood and my writing suffers
I became a murderer and this lesson free
some will say "it's indecent, a nice boy
choices he had 100 and he had to pass on the dark side "
is simple, there's this voice in my head that left me messages incessant
early reluctance j ' I ended up listening to and I hallucinate
she spoke to me of the music and these am-called enlightened
its goal to eliminate all

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dream similar
create the perfect revolution of this millennium
it's been a while in this rage bubbling
me she was finally able to break out between these and the macho antics
and put an end to their fucking brain and auditory
who nevertheless become embedded in our skulls
so fast you'll understand that I am not a fan of this music fast food
the stuff that ends up No. 1 in the top 50 junk food
many think that c is me and my crazy
fight is not worth the shot
they say "you know shit, it's everywhere
and even among artists"
but what can they know my pain?
each dying day I hear on the air
a fucking slow death
these motherfuckers have the long-term
ah ... More than once I never dreamed that they close it or at worst
they become infirm
I bless the day I went on the real side of things
armed with my pen there heads jumping
nick john
tubes and record labels to unem
is the crisis , young depressed since
that their idols are lying among the debris of the industry
ruined
those who find it horrible
understand when their daughters
want to look like Paris Hilton or Nicole Richie
and that their son will type of trips are on the wrong life bandit Fifty
youth is brutalized victim machine
set up by a gang of rapacious
neurons
go wrong so the stupidities prevent recover

mass genocide and I will sit in my sofa listening to their programs as
leave me a bullet in the skull
it is unlikely that
I surrender I'll always be what kills this little guy to slam evenings as
in show biz, small whores but they know
life I will be their worst nightmare

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slam from 12/11 - Mirko -

What should I do?

I will always remember this day
Where I said "goodbye".
He replied, pride in the body,
A Nation's call to duty.
I was so proud of him, his future
What about "War is evil" rang false.
I saw him as a warrior, a man of the future Fort
, fighting for a noble cause, I saw a hero.
I remember him from The
smile, beckoning us from the hand.
We were sure to see him return.
We were convinced of a great destiny.

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This all seemed normal.
We were very proud!
And waited in a mundane
The return of our son on his land.
I'll always remember this day ...
From my wife ripping a yell.
In his hands a letter from the Army
Announcing neither more nor less than the death of our child.
My son ... My wife died on the floor screaming ...
A crack irreversible excruciating pain ... More
way of thinking, my whole body burning
... And every second I am now, unbearable.

Since then, every night I stay in front of the fireplace.
I look at the photo of my son,
His smile frozen for eternity
Being aware that this is my shroud I weave.
When my eyes met the black ribbon
In the lower right corner of the photo,
At this moment I am reminded by my blindness My
national sentiments.
When I go to bed like every night,
I squeeze myself against the one that collapsed in tears.
How is it that we did not anticipate?
How is it that has not been afraid?

I constantly ask myself, why
Seek And he died
especially the hand which, moreover
Even though I know that he also did his duty.
War ... war ... war ...
Because of it I lost my child,
I can not find the woman I loved once
And I can not hate her ... But ... Always
the same images that come back.
That smile, those reassuring words
... I know that whatever happens they will
each day a little more offensive.

Hatred won a heart more.
Mine beats to the rhythm of revenge.
At no other feeling it leaves Instead, it is
Blinded by a new intolerance.
My spirit cries out for justice, whether from below or from above.
my son's body breaks down somewhere
And we bury two plates and a flag.
Fate is cruel in many ways ...
War ... war ... war ...
Because of it I lost my child,
I am the ghost of the man I once
And I still can not hate her ... yet ...

I often wonder how it happened.
I also wonder how son mine was killed.
I tell myself that I should stop him.
I tell myself that I could not protect him.
Is what I see vengeance in a way which
On my mind focuses destroyed?
Or is it my last piece of humanity who, unbeknownst to me,
Hides for not that I destroy?
I wonder what in the hell on earth, still hangs
me to this life.
Is it my punishment for not being the father
Who would have anticipated, which would have included?

But understanding what, exactly?
That war breeds war?
me God will reward a hundredfold?
Or any other kind of crap that we used?
Am I in my turn to go to war for personal reasons?
It seems that it is the best in the forehead ...
Or should I suffer in silence, alone, With
as comfort, condolences of the Nation,
proud of us for so great a sacrifice
Who just fucked our lives in the air?
So I ask you as a service ...
What should I do?

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Scene slam from 12/11 - Antigone - Scene

They leave

No, he does not avenge
It does not even want to worry
It Always dream and sails
the melancholy
He rambles a bit
And when he can escape

No, it does not take you away
He does not want
In your dreams cut for two
Within which he
can breathe a little
But you have your revenge
For it is the melancholy
it tingles with the sea breeze

Why?

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That you cry a little
For
sometimes you're afraid for him and you know that nothing is nothing is ever finished

but not here

is to forget the misfortunes
Who haunt him until the wee hours
disappointments buried in his bundle
A headlong rush ... but backwards

is to avert a The curse of the inaccessible
satisfaction
A curse to damn souls
That happiness would fade agreed

is because it is his only weapon
Facing fatal
A peace that would kill a

warmth that would destroy a fullness that would be lost
Lose control, lose your footing, not see is preposterous!

is because that is all that remains
His youth, his ideas, a certain boldness
And the biased selection of die or go
Dazzled by mirages, pushed by the sad In reality
swim, he would have crossed the border
real, its Mediterranean

is to convince
miles downstream by thousands
All they can fight against this
obsession of a lifetime The terror which paralyzes
to resolve to disarm
Long before death relieves their soul is

to make sure we never forget
Down a decrepit heart
In the corner of a life in kit
In the drawer of a memory without history
galleries in a misery of which nobody takes note

Maybe all this
for All, They leave

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slam, 12 / 11 - Vagablonde -

eye rinsed

Do you ever been told by prudence, to hit with eyes?
So I'm watching, insistently
From top to bottom ... and more

Under my eyelids painted shade I guess
shy traits
I guess I see your curves look

I draw your middle

Approach!
approach that my field of vision
What I undress you
At a glance frank and sincere
That I examine you
As long as wide ... ... and across

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***** ***** ***** Waiting Waiting


And my persistence of vision will be filled
In this frenetic waltz
This passionate movement
A Flood Of my dream

cilia in your cheeks
From your lips to my neck under my eyelids

cutthroat
dim light I discovered your skin
I explores these fine-grained
-tee I roam to your breath
From your feet to your mouth Your eyes

pointed at me Do
provide pleasure that I
closes
mine ... I'm from

So look! And stare like a divine punishment

From that moment
Make a wild fireworks

per night lacrimal
Te set up the cry for a dawn
abysmal
Your winks ... under my dress
And when
My eyes flit
More and faster, louder
Because our eyes have their
When setting up the ecstasy in seventh heaven
For your pearls are already in the firmament

Then my pupils crackle like a movie black and white
That would colorized with rifle
These pastel beads that swirl - again and again - as it is charming
And not only end up seeing a rainbow delight! And back

head in the clouds
***** ***** ***** Face haggard
Complete Stone

Under my eyelids painted white light
The tearful
Smiling
***** Have a good night

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Scene slam from 12/11 - Hano-ah -

I remember that time when you're drowning in a wine drinking too much for you, makes you so talkative and which breaks your laughter that filled me as the echo of a memory of yesteryear. I remember the sound of that sweet voice that I dreamed that one day she can whisper to me the words that make one shudder.

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Marieke, I burned my fingers with the rest of a cigarette that I do not smoke, too crazy curves of your hips and halos of smoke that formed around your mouth I wanted to taste ever since. Marieke, my Lolita, today and every day I walk past the cafe of the cock and thou haunt me, you who mine from passionate love forever lost, I fixed your neck to devour thee and thy legs carry me to my every step. What art thou now? Every day I feel your touch remember the shadow that I am now, when I pass the place of my desires forever trapped in a body made you always wanted but never just miss your skin.

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Scene slam from 12/11 - Mister Blue - Scene

Sick of life

Beep beep beep beep
It took me back.
I hear ... already ... revive.
In me, I feel the urges that forced me to take.
I reject them, I curse.
I remember in my short life within.
Initially, total darkness, warmth, well-being. No
knowledge, hence, no fears.
Then the innate knowledge appeared, approached me, I was overwhelmed.
I breathed in the waters of my mother, the life given to me.
Without thinking, I lived.

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After an eternity of non-color and sweetness, we drag myself out of my sweet cocoon ... Aggression
room, poor sound and light of life ... I do not understand. I do understand.
I want to go home, non-existence, the sweetness of the dark.
I do not want to be hit by the disease which I suspect the flaws.
I do not want to live, I do not want ... Beep beep beep



Saturation of a product in my being, my body in my veins.
He struggles, my body wants to exist and become sick of life ...

My mind must be stronger than the body that I do not want. Become
pure Spirit ...
I thought my strength to fight against the flesh and the others, I feel it, touch me, I palpate, revive me.
Now I see the flaw in this puny little creature that I am.
I'm on the fault that others will not see. Do
will not repair.
Resolve. The
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Prince Charming

I think it's time for me tonight to denounce
clearly a lie, a noise corridor worth our time ....
I speak here ladies and gentlemen, the marriage!
Yes! Ladies, marriage was invented just to make you dream ...
From an early age, we take you to hope that one day land a beautiful and great prince charming smile
The winner, with a good breath and everything
you leave I do not know shit where you wager! Do not mess
either!

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Frankly if you think about two seconds! I'd like to understand how a guy sticking dick mold, cap pointed a feather on his head, and a bow ...
plastic can look sexy ... and have even attracted to him?
To have the heart net. I went ahead ... I
took things in hand ...
I got into Prince Charming,
and took my friends to do the dwarfs ...
And then I had all the trappings, the prince charming gentleman style
Well I confess! I have not found one horse, and instead I took a donkey
... But do not worry!
I became a prince charming!
So I'm left in the evening to find my sweetheart And
happened to the box ... and Ben, I was flunked
... Yes! Pumps with the bells of prince is not accepted clubbing .. Besides I already
blame my ass in the parking lot ... And frankly
a prince charming with two dwarves at the entrance to a nightclub
There is no miracle, what's more, one of the dwarfs was in sneakers. So I'm left
an adventure!
With my dwarf and I jumped my horse
not fucking pasting in midwinter to pretty
j'vois if the Sleeping Beauty, j'te awakens me is it says!
We arrived at a bar
there was the atmosphere, it laughed!
But to tell you the truth
Yes! It's nice to my face who did not care ... Like what
it's just bullshit
Prince Charming is not
And even when you have one,
anyway you see it
By cons it has really market for my two dwarfs What a little punk
even at the end of the evening, their chicks were screaming "go anywhere"
And even my ass, he crossed out so a bit cavalier
Like what! Do not trust donkey when he drank a couple beers ...
After this evening at the con, I'm left with my sword
And I walked to a bridge, with my pumps to be wrong ...
And I realized in my shame, that reality
who cares
What appeals to girls, it's just not their tales
courting knee
So I 1000
write stories to get you to travel well
And maybe one of those evenings
I live my fairy tale ...

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Scene slam from 12/11 - Cindia -

Ornitholove

I ornitholove
I collect funny d Bird
I've left feathers,
One day I'll make a hat
Somewhere between Mother Teresa and Noah's Ark
I drag behind me a collection of lame
From dove cooing at large canary desperate
Passing
The turkey and stuffing (which fizzled)
The rooster perch without (but with barn)
Peacock without his wheel ( or so back)
Falcon larger than life (with certificate of authenticity)
The bittern penguin (in its golden cage) without
The pigeon nest (but already banded)

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It's stronger than me, I always had a soft
for specimens downgraded
But Lark, lovely lark,
By the sirens mirrors do not be tempted ...
For the long-necked wader convinced he had found his goose with golden eggs eventually
Unveils Long
teeth All the better to pluck my child
And the cuckoo (neck neck-it-that, sometimes good sometimes not blow)
become embedded in your nest and then take
his legs to his neck ...
But what do you
I anthropolove
Among the animals in herds
I almost lose my life ,
If that happens, I'll coat
And I have too much class to name t'abreuver flies
But it is clear
That the seeds of wisdom that I sow in your airhead are
Three little turns and then go
Let your speech martin-preacher fly as low a swallow before a storm storks
That what one says are always passing
That green-collar assholes What does impress me more
gulls tipsy
Did not have the charisma of Jonathan Livingstone
And scavengers, always lurking. However

Far from me to want to play ostrich
And through many a heart hanging from my backpack
I am silent and Calimero
nose to the sky, my decoys j'affûte
Ni cranes or woodcock, I seek the rare bird and I'm still waiting

blackbird eat Until one day I will find one that is white ... I'm
ornitholove
I collect strange birds
I've left feathers,

But I kept a
To write is more than enough ...

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