And while the world that once was wonders and ponders the fate of the lone warrior plotting his uncharted course through existence... many of the old guard, the rearguard whisper and muster has Yannick really gone too far... fallen off the edge of the earth... vanished from existence... or simply lost his mind at sea shipwrecked and forever awash with the flotsam of an insane life...
Those from the cult of Yahn... ponder about their great leader's Sabbatical... is he cocooning soon to be Renascent... Brought to Seraph like Royalty to meet his unction, his appointment with destiny...
The doubting thomases and disbelieving amy(s) propose that he was a passing phase... some say he has fallen from grace... some claim he has gone to plead his case before the Gods...
Who knows these things...
Signs and Wonders
Now the other day while walking down the road I pass two men sitting close enough to each other but both oblivious to one another, one gazing drunken glossy eyed into some way off adventure and long lost love in Singapore and the other examining his singed beard, while fumbling a lit spliff in his mouth. Our gazers shirt says "I do only what the voices in my head tell me" the singed bearded hombre's shirt states "My home is in my head"...
After fumbling and stumping my toe on the grand profundity of the picture staring before meand the fact that I don't even have a camera phone to snap it muchless a digicam and off course the amazingly sardonic nature of life... I almost immediately right after kunk my head on another astounding phenomena, a dialogue crafted with so much dry wit an unassuming humour, one would have thought it written by a great existential writer... a drunk say to a junkie... "Why did Jesus walk on the water?" the junkie... with his just lit seasoned Craven "A" in a moment of apparent enlightenment responds almost annoyed... "Cho... mi expect big man like you fi did know seh... him cyaaaaaan SWEEEEEEM(swim)"...
Now ladies and gentlemen, there you have it... another moment of modern day philosophers at work...
Now some designs: THE RUBIGINOUS COLLECTION
Still pawing at the creative process
Gone to code... Rasta enters the matrix...
More to come...
NEW POEM:
The Harlot
Tonight I seek the harlot, I seek the whore,
For all women are at the core,
And I tire of the make up and frivilous facade,
Tonight I seek passion, I seek real, I seek more.
So if you must know...
I take flight to board houses and bordellos,
Backdoor "Ho"-tels and motels,
Where there are more tales to tell.
And Ma'am...
You with your Lady of Mount Carmel Scapular...
Nestled coincidentally coyly on your breasts,
Armed with your rosary...
Loving Christ with more passion,
Than you could me,
Know this...
I seek my dirty Mary Magdalena,
The whore of my dreams-a...
I seek salvation in the bitter streets,
Between dirty sheets.
Yannick Nesta Pessoa
Copyright ©2007 Yannick Nesta Pessoa
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I Dream of Bay
I dream of Bay,
Mobay, Mobay, Mobay...
I dream of rain,
I wake in vain,
To parched Earth and bitter pain.
I dream of Bay,
Mobay, Mobay, Mobay...
I dream of fire,
My heart smolders with desire,
My mind is my empire.
I dream of Bay,
Mobay, Mobay, Mobay...
I dream of sea,
Washing away eternity,
I know not how things were meant to be.
Yannick Nesta Pessoa
Copyright ©2007 Yannick Nesta Pessoa
Now on Radio Selassie... the soundtrack of my life...
Message In A Bottle
Sting & Police
Just a castaway, an island lost at sea, oh
Another lonely day, with no one here but me, oh
More loneliness than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair, oh
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life but
Love can break your heart
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Walked out this morning, don't believe what I saw
Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore
Seems I'm not alone in being alone
Hundred billion castaways, looking for a home
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S...
Nights In White Satin Lyrics
Moody Blues
Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.
'Cos I love you, yes I love you, oh how I love you.
Gazing at people, some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going through they can't understand.
Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be, you will be in the end.
And I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I've always missed, with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.
'Cos I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
'Cos I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
Breath deep
The gathering gloom
Watch lights fade
From every room
Bedsitter people
Look back and lament
Another day's useless
Energy spent
Impassioned lovers
Wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love
And has none
New mother picks up
And suckles her son
Senior citizens
Wish they were young
Cold hearted orb
That rules the night
Removes the colours
From our sight
Red is gray and
Yellow white
But we decide
Which is right
And
Which is an Illusion
