Jean-Philippe LACHOT
now gathered in front of my eyes the reminiscences of Lohengrin and Tannhäuser legends, here stands witness of the ideal world that the king had created to replace a present from which he has withdrawn, the achievement of a desire to translate dream and illusion in reality.
a fairy tale carved in stone, never conquered, never destroyed.
nighttime, when words fade and thoughts come alive, on the edge of dreams darkness takes ahold of my life.
after a long journey in the wilderness, the crimson dawn appears slightly, the fabled paradise now opens his doors.
like a lament, a gloomy melody resonates and wants to remind passing travelers that under the waters, are buried the memories of a past life.
dark and light spread slow and deep, chaos freezes elements and matter, here comes the cathartic process of inception.
on the edge of the earth where the lonely rock meets the sea, in this maelström that keeps growing harder, my hopes and solicitude collide with melancholia and torment.
night is brief, time is running out, long is the path to wisdom.
fresh morning, slowly awaking from a deep sleep, her heap of dreams is waiting for a waft of wind.
dazzled by the light, frightened by the dark, nothing is more deceptive than appearance.
here filled with memories of glorious past, their pride threw my body into pieces, now you see the ghost i have become.
you may feel so insignificant, though you hide the extravagant, as you are so magnificent.
surrounded by a persistent enigma, its contour attracts as much as it worries, revealing a projection of a new horizon to breed the creed.
may the stormy black sky chase the tears away from your eyes, now lying among your scattered fragments from this never ending fall, despite your broken wings it’s not the end though not the end.
follow the path toward oblivion, would take me far and away, i shall never return.
they were born to lead this world into the new apocalypse, and then there came lightning rumblings thunder hailstorm and earthquake, we are not welcome into this realm of death.
raised as a totem against the sky, from now on dragged downwards the bottomless by the weight of the years, whispers from far under are echoing beyond time a return from the unguessed abysmal gulfs.
here where the sun never rise, signals coming from the sky echoing, shinig bright as new hope for humanity wildest dream.
when the night comes, your see the shape of things to come, all the images that rolled off the orbs into oblivion.
carried here by the switchman, every time i closed my eyes i delve into my life lines, i am awaiting for a departure to another life.
staring into the depth of heaven, along the cliff of expectation my soul grows weaker, the shadowy voyager is lurking he knows and waits.
a glimpse of hell scorched my soul, salty ripples lick my wounds, behemoth whirlpool wants to tear me away from my pedestal.
a light not of the earth is gleaming here, the same glimmer from a conforting candle through all of these nights, i find myself between the front of two worlds.
among this odd creation of the human pride, which made something from nothing, i realize this journey is not the end but a new beginning.
last visions of the light, our parallel worlds slowly collide, what is a real creation and what is a true illusion ?
as darkness falls through the bleak horizon, i now perceive this world as a void, this utopia belongs to me.
both quiet, under the last sunbeams, tempo of pace leads the shadow.
falling in darkness away from my soul, seeing the light imagining how my preexistence was, entering the light now i m free.
two lives in one lifetime, two personalities restless & stillness, two stories told by your eyes.
we can not take the stars out of the sky but for you i would try.
captured within the shroud of autumn, resurgence is coming and once again, i reborn as the union of earth & heaven between the lower & higher realms.
looking toward where the earth meets the sky, discovering new fragments of horizon, the slow motion of time instill in me the fugacity of life.
all i have wished to be once more, while days passed by from my windowsills, i wish i would come back to life.
end of day, december sun, takes me back.
once i left you far behind, a darkened sky closed the day, all flames shall dim.
in stillness enshrined through time, my past splendor fell asleep to the never, there’s nothing here but memories.
ran away from human being, needed time to clear my mind, and breathe the free air to find some peace.
above us the sorrow, in mourning we stand, innocence long gone.
sine loco, sine nomine, terra incognita.
foreshadowed by the ravens of unknown existence, through the darkened world once gray and gloom, the stream from cold winds is announcing the return of a world that was forgotten.
walking alone along life’s shores, looking out towards the horizon, i drown in fathomless dreams.
belief is a far away land, beatitude a lifetime’s journey, i feel you here and it keeps me sane.
born through astonished eyes, between supposed brothers, new kingdoms rise.
wading in the dark disheartened and alone, my weary soul is wounded & my static body is a void, all beliefs have left with the ebb.
in this place, sometimes i can feel on my own, the wind which carrying your soul.
feeling the spirit, enlightening when breathing deep, infinite blessing.
all my expectations has disappeared, crushed by the waves, if only my heart could sail.
farewell to daylight, a gloomy night spreads out the sorrow, the sun is gone and dead.
feeling like an old person in his final, dealing with dull memories of my life, to dust i shall return.
we yearn for the unknown and the unexplained, still searching for something in the deep space, but we remain blind when the signs show up.
gray days, darkness inside my eyes, clouds cry.
i have always wonder about deserted roads, if no one follow them, does it mean they lead to nowhere ?
it’s not what you’ll display, it’s how you will express, the hidden part of you.
once in a blue moon. if they say the moon is blue, we must believe that it’s true.
escaped from the hourglass of time, it has rained tiny grains of earth, composing with nothing to make everything.
transcending my bygone glory, far from dishonour away from hatred, i survived.
and when the hour of my departure will draw near, just keep me in your heart, i shall stay there forever.
we might explain the world of how, but the world of why may remain for contemplation, we are dwelling in a world of utopia.
all around the storm & all beyond the grey, forlorn in my cell, dark winds chill me.
the wind is shaking the cold is bitting, i was hoping you’d take me away with you, where have you gone my little leaves ?
in the blink of an eye new monoliths of nothing appear, empty bodies without souls & feeling, gleaming on day becoming ghosts when nighttime’s coming.
when light will dawn and sun will fade, darker than the darkest night, shadows outshine the lost bodies.
seeing the whole world in transparency, being grabbed by invisible forces, we can’t escape it.
suspended amidst the chaos, high-rise as streetlight, guiding greedy minds toward profit.
wandering among the shadows of the past, dragged by a mystical force which enlighten me, i used to keep on hearing but now i understand, i used to keep on seeing but now i perceive.
the struggle for a vertical domination, seeking for the light, to live or perish.
feeling so small in this world so big, i’m facing the silver deep rising all around me, will it consume me or carry me on ?
as i stare at my reflection, i see my present and my past, a wandering vision into extant realm.
the celebration of the damned, bewitched monolith ascent revealing his mystery : « my sorcery was the power that strong souls must have over weak spirits ».
looking toward the vast beyond, seeking for a new existence, one step forward is the nothingness and one more back is you.
the tides rise & fall, time’s wear and tear makes us weak & old, unremittingly erasing footprints & memories.
floating high above in splendour, the passing years relentlessly wear out my mind, i feel the soft breath of eternal life.
all of a sudden new monoliths appear, rising up from nowhere, transmuting the horizon of sand to concrete and glass.
the chill of winter’s darkness sits quietly, time stands still, God’s creation slowly rises.
standing here along the seashore, surrounded by slapping waves and howling winds, i feel like an illusion in a world of disillusion.
suspended there reflecting deep, where time is frozen mesmerize in sleep, i’m taking place among forever.
living my life in a slow motion, among million heartbeats & falling stars, which brighten the path beneath my feet.
feel like a leaf on a tree, blown away for ever, into the cool autumn breeze.
as the motion of the ocean sways my soul, the cycle of light blurs the distance, blue waters no longer cry.
lights have gone down, ceiling turned dark, staring at the empty ballroom i relive the dance with the 7 ladies.
whispers upon the breeze, on a suspended altar of devotion, dreams and words are unite passionately.
the end of days is at hand, i’m standing here and looking at the sky, awaiting the announcing of the imminent fulfillment of the mystery of God.
along the road of hope, unstable clouds arise, i’m drifting in a serene world.
facing that world full of nothing, my disrupted mind keeps wondering, what’s the explanation ?
breathing through the undertow, lashed out by avidity, beaten up by the elements, i struggle to survive.
from time to time i find myself looking westward, thinking about what i have left behind, the sorrow of passion still stab my heart.
strolling on the legendary paths, i perceive whispers from imaginary creatures, ancient symbols from a forgotten world.
floating away in my thoughts, i find myself flying, upon the virgin lands.
in the shape of buildings, the sun collapse into the nether, nothingness becomes the shadow.
disasters that we’ve triggered, thrown all of us into obscurity, we are idols with feet of clay.
without alternative, again bound to this gloom, i no longer discern what’s real or lie.
your journey here was ending, i felt your last breath and i still held you hand, only this time i had to let go.
over abyssal depths, halo of light, lead the sail.
metal bleak creations, shaped as tombstones, are swallowed by the cold.
secluded in my own world, turned from a king to a wretch, i want to remain an eternal mystery to myself and others.
a teardrop on the cheek of time, a love poem in marble.
overhanging fiercely on the rock, no wave assault can make it drown, it has been shaped for eternity.
ghost station is still echoing passenger’s goodbye, last train has come and gone now, i shall wait forever.
above the dark abyss, a grey nightmare is pulling the strings of the haunted souls.
in the distance, i espy the other side of the world, ending a long journey.
i remember the city of light, on a floating belvedere where we once stood, i recall that you were mine.
oh Lord of the sacred gate, please give me shelter from the storm, i was lost but now i’m free.
from nowhere, in loneliness i dwell, to nowhere.
from here, somewhere & nowhere 