The Curse of an Overpowered Toile

I am from
the past,
toile facade
without a
story; a muslin
wrap guards
my skin:  I wait. 

ancient voices
stalk me;
whisper to my
fierce silence:

I listen. 

jolted ridged
in my
canvas flesh,
toile spirits
bind me still:

I stand. 

like scissors
ripping cloth
I surrender
to my darker
spirit:
I pray. 

ancient voices of
Jouy-en-Josas
grip my reason. 

from behind a door
they shout,
"joy from yourself!"
"joy to your pleasures!"
"joy for the kingdoms
of the past and now!"
"joy for the curse of
your inner
divine!"

I awaken. 

the world
mocks the
empty me,
but my
dark light
is birthing
from my lips,
beyond my
body:

I unfold.

the world
has forgotten me, 
but no more: 

I stalk
every doubt,
the creature me,
a needle in
their stiched
souls:

I stand. 

giving birth to
my inner self
the light in
my face
is the reason
of  creation:

I emerge. 

you cannot
stand in the
way of creation;
you will not
hold my
future to the
forgotten past:

I become. 

my inner skin
opens in glory:

I am self-contained
in its beauty. 

who, under cover,
reveals the
cloth of self,
but me?

I am
toile!

I am
the
curse of
your fears!

I am
the door
to your
secret desires!

obey
your
toile!  

Text by R. Burnett Baker. 

Special thanks to Sandra Azwan.
Also featured in Life With Sandra.

The Curse of an Overpowered Toile

I am from
the past,
toile facade
without a
story; a muslin
wrap guards
my skin:  I wait. 

ancient voices
stalk me;
whisper to my
fierce silence:

I listen. 

jolted ridged
in my
canvas flesh,
toile spirits
bind me still:

I stand. 

like scissors
ripping cloth
I surrender
to my darker
spirit:
I pray. 

ancient voices of
Jouy-en-Josas
grip my reason. 

from behind a door
they shout,
"joy from yourself!"
"joy to your pleasures!"
"joy for the kingdoms
of the past and now!"
"joy for the curse of
your inner
divine!"

I awaken. 

the world
mocks the
empty me,
but my
dark light
is birthing
from my lips,
beyond my
body:

I unfold.

the world
has forgotten me, 
but no more: 

I stalk
every doubt,
the creature me,
a needle in
their stiched
souls:

I stand. 

giving birth to
my inner self
the light in
my face
is the reason
of  creation:

I emerge. 

you cannot
stand in the
way of creation;
you will not
hold my
future to the
forgotten past:

I become. 

my inner skin
opens in glory:

I am self-contained
in its beauty. 

who, under cover,
reveals the
cloth of self,
but me?

I am
toile!

I am
the
curse of
your fears!

I am
the door
to your
secret desires!

obey
your
toile!  

Text by R. Burnett Baker. 

Special thanks to Sandra Azwan.
Also featured in Life With Sandra.

Puccini : The Song, The Moon and HIM.

When the sun is gone,
When the moon is rising,
there came a men
who?
Not a fairy or angel
but something that is so - called - creature.

When the land is sleeping,
he watch and watch
as the earth growth
fundamentally embrace
the soul of emotion and spirit
of nightingale

Who shall came for peace?
He is.
The ghost of Puccini.
A song about verdi,
tosca, la luna, nessun dorma,
so many things
so many opus
beautiful
so beautiful
He came like a soft wind
excitedly!

Why should be afraid?
it's not something that can distract
or harm your immortality,
but it's something that you should
see through your violet eyes.

Like a rocket,
fly so high.
Puccini is a strong
and tall.
Alone but happy to be
intense.

As life growth,
some is terrible
but some is simple.
Do not hesitate
as the state
is the gate
of ate..
silence!
the creature's
going to get you!

Oh! he wanted to share a light
with you!
Listen to him..
every night,
when the light is off,
wake up
and play it safe..

This is a story
of the song
of many century.
Keep letting it go
as he loves to show some love.
From the moon,
to earth.

Model Sandra Azwan
Art Director Julien Hakym

Puccini : The Song, The Moon and HIM.

When the sun is gone,
When the moon is rising,
there came a men
who?
Not a fairy or angel
but something that is so - called - creature.

When the land is sleeping,
he watch and watch
as the earth growth
fundamentally embrace
the soul of emotion and spirit
of nightingale

Who shall came for peace?
He is.
The ghost of Puccini.
A song about verdi,
tosca, la luna, nessun dorma,
so many things
so many opus
beautiful
so beautiful
He came like a soft wind
excitedly!

Why should be afraid?
it's not something that can distract
or harm your immortality,
but it's something that you should
see through your violet eyes.

Like a rocket,
fly so high.
Puccini is a strong
and tall.
Alone but happy to be
intense.

As life growth,
some is terrible
but some is simple.
Do not hesitate
as the state
is the gate
of ate..
silence!
the creature's
going to get you!

Oh! he wanted to share a light
with you!
Listen to him..
every night,
when the light is off,
wake up
and play it safe..

This is a story
of the song
of many century.
Keep letting it go
as he loves to show some love.
From the moon,
to earth.

Model Sandra Azwan
Art Director Julien Hakym

The Black Cat Neighbourhood

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The Black Cat Neighbourhood

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