Biography of Michael Devant
In the blistering sound of remorse, i die....
In the glimmering post of light, still, i die...
i died so many times that i have come to enjoy living
i gave up so many times that have come to enjoy giving...
and in the end, we eventually died...
Michael Devant Poems
Not Today, Not Today
Oh how I could just walk and smash that face Buried it deep between the hall of shame and house of disgrace Or make your smug vanished without a trace But.. -not today, not today-
With every comet that pass through All I can think in those spectacle is you Each color of the rainbow Say something about how my feeling show
With every soft voices that whispered to my ear The distance we held between our heart have made it clear I need you much closer than every inch of air that touch your lips I need you here, close and present to finally felt again your bare fingertips
The Brokenhearted Boy
He takes the next flight to contradict freedom She stole all the ticket for adolescence reason He played the guitar and bend the sound
a glimpse of bliss a simple kiss a gentle touch
We Who Lived The Night
Plain and crystallin white the stars we share tonight under the big bright crusaders flight those who laugh and sing could only hear the sound of delight
Upon Silence Of Men
We wait, we wait and we wait for a brief session along we leave and sold for whatever possible reason we have and make it a song a part of which we bury between the guilt and pleasure a part within our deepest thought that we cannot measure
As I lay awake on my warmhearted bed The soft lighted air left an early mark on the verge of day For every tears and joy that I have shed There would be Hope to be followed within the grasp of that radiant golden ray
Another One For The Road
Don't you know what i want the most? An air to breath and a nice space for me to get lost On this lemon lime flight across the rooftop Where those glass blended clouds flip and flop
As the morning unfolds it's glory The remnant from what the night has left behind Was nothing more than an old story A simple memory from which life intertwined
When you woke up early and saw the sun shines Ever more brightly yet subtle and thin And the clouds made a perfect abstract lines As if they whispered in secrets to evenly match the earth heroine skin...
The Sea And The Shore
A whisper through the gleaming wind has spoken Bitter, salty and swift it came and sprinkled Unto those footsteps you left and the promise you have broken I spread a little bit of hope in the sand that tinkles
And with much disturbance, believe me that i can sing, happily grasping the essence of life... provoke me to kill my soul, and still i can stand, clearly enough to pay my price,
A Pagan Mind
Endless stream of loneliness flow inside me, So deep and cold and there is nothing to see... Sorrow, Fear,
A Pagan Mind
Endless stream of loneliness flow inside me,
So deep and cold and there is nothing to see...
All the dark and painfull sense,
Blinding thought singing in my deepest trance...
No shadow nor light nor anything in between,
All is plain; not pure...
Reminds me what kind of pagan i have been...