Biography of JeanFrancois Denis
'It is unfortunately and only when you die that peoples see, understand and recognize you.' ~JD
'There's nobody that wouldn't hurt you if it helped them'
JeanFrancois Denis Poems
Dad And Son
A dad, a son, One life, one love, A road, all alone, One last strife, from above.
My Dream; My Paradise
Infinite horizon Covered with a multicolor sky Vibrant by the sunset Shining over the splendid ocean.
I saw a butterfly, In the corner of my eye. By a country road of romance, At the end of a wooden fence.
Lost Woman In A Lost World
A white sheet covering a window, In the wind, flowing. A light collides, With the white, becoming blinding.
Feeling For Her
She is so confused and never say a word, Maybe she did, but it seems nobody ever heard. She is lonely and hurt inside, Day by day her heart seems to subside.
Deep Brown Eyes
I am too afraid to wink Too sad to shine Too lonely to blink Too insecure to draw the line.
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Rainfall over the window, heavily falling As I stare through it the darkness outgrowing A moon slowly moving in the dark sky The stars reflecting in my eyes.
Let's walk South-West until we can not keep it up anymore Vanish ourself to the eternity through sunny and rainy days A wanted and wonderful adventure is up to explore Leave every problems bothering us behind in the haze.
An empty file stands alone They wiped out who I was and gave me a new home Erased where my soul used to be Swept away the whole memory from me
Without you, the city falls asleep softly, Without you, the color disappears slowly, Without you, the trees forget the wind, Without you, the night is chagrined.
Children Of Kandahar
September 2003, On the mountains, the sky seemed on fire Clouds of smoke and dust obscured the sunlight
In the past I used to trust But when years passed by Instead to be growing, all that trust fell in dust It was shrinking day after day, lie after lie.
Children Of Kandahar
On the mountains, the sky seemed on fire
Clouds of smoke and dust obscured the sunlight
Standing in front of a barbed wire
I was trying to determine the wrong and right.
My C8 in my right hand
The humidity and warm of the sun sweating my face