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Action Art By Me (Astrid Camille Constant)
July 2003

"Don't Push Me Cause I'm close to the Edge...
I'm trying not to loose my Head..." (Grandmaster Flash)

And I'm still hoping I have YOU on a Ledge...
And the Essence,
of your Pressence
Is such a PAIN,
that I wish
and I want
for you to be Slain...
And this is more than a rant
Because all of what you do
Enrages me to the Core.
And though (you know) this is not new,
why do you do More?
So I'll say it again,
in the wish that you will Obstain...


"Don't Push Me Cause I'm close to the Edge...
I'm trying not to loose my Head..." (Grandmaster Flash)


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Love is Dead...

Love is Dead...
Because, the Selfish,
simply because of their Wish,
that they Refuse to Estinguish,
and because of their Obssesive Anguish...
Cause the Rest of us to Live in this Loveless World.
Taking it's Toll,
On More than Those With a Pure Soul.
And no Matter how much Blood or Tears are Split,
it Seems They Never Feel The Weight of their Guilt,
and, Without a Slightest Hint of Repentance,
will Persist in Denying that they Deserve their Sentence,
and their Heartless Destructive Consequensequence,
that Disgorges from their Inferior Essence...


Love is Now a "Game" Played in Hell...
Why can it only Exist in the Rain...?
Allways in the Company of Pain...?
To it Too many Fell...
So now, Love is Stained...
Love has Lost it's Original Worth,
Only Ashes of it Remain...


And if it Ever,
could be again...
It just will Never,
be fully as Pure...
Of that I am Sorrowfully Sure...


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Remonter...

Dans ce peuple de faux,
Avec leurs jeux de mots,
Tout le monde en est sot!
Et maintenant c'en est trop...


Remonter,
Retourner,
et tout leur Reprendre!


Dans ce peuple de faux,
avec leurs jeux de mots,
tout le monde en est sot!
Et maintenant c'en est trop...


Ils ne pourront fuir,
ce qu'il y a dire,
ce qui va les détruire,
et me fera revivre...


Remonter,
Retourner,
et tout leur Reprendre!


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Unforgivable...

There was no Depth in the Words that you Swore,
They were just Ramblings of your Weakness,
And so far from a Show of Cleverness...


So...
I'm still Weight-ing
for you,
to,
Abandon your Facade...
Can't you at least,
do a little more than a Fade...?
Unthinkable,
Unfeasible,
Nonviable,
and Inconceivable,
Or basically,
just Impractical... Huh?!?
And don't you eve-en,
have the ka-pah-city,
to at least show me that you are,
Capable...?


There's No Love in my Heart for you any More,
Now it's only over flowing with HATE,
And a Strong "Flavored" of Distaste...


And...
I'm still weight-ing,
for you,
to,
Abandon your Obsession...
Of what you think,
so stubbornly is pure illusion...?
Unthinkable,
Unfeasible,
Nonviable,
and Inconceivable,
Basically,
Or, just so Practical... Huh?!?
Or don't you eve-en,
have the ka-pah-city,
to believe that it's more than just,
Possible...?


And, I guess your best quality must be as a Contributor,
To Providing my Life with un-Welcomed Pain,
And Leaving your Irreversible Stain...


And...
I'm still weight-ing,
for you,
to,
Abandon your little Plan...
So Ridiculously Absurd,
Such Pathetic Hope for your "Klan"...?
Unthinkable,
Unfeasible,
Nonviable,
and Inconceivable,
Or basically,
just Impossible... Huh?!?
Don't you eve-en,
have the ka-pah-city,
to understand it's completely,
Impossible...?


But, don't ever dare think I will ever Deplore,
That you're dead to me, forever More,
And my Soul I'll find a way to Restore...


But...
I'm still weight-ing,
for you,
to,
Abandon doing More...
Because how can it be worth it,
When you'll just end up Sore...?
Unthinkable,
Unfeasible,
Nonviable,
and Inconceivable,
Or basically,
just Unbelievable... Huh?!?
Or don't you eve-en,
have the ka-pah-city,
to understand it's going to be,
Attrocious...?


What you really were was just a Whore,
With a Very Ugly Strong Need,
For a selfish Desire called Greed...


Unbearable, Exasperating, Intolerable, Proposterous, Infuriating, High Maintenance, Egomaniac, Arrogant Bastard, Ridiculous Freak, Absurd Idiot...

Unforgivable... And so Much More...


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The Fraud Stars...

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Le Bout du Couloir...

This is the latest edition of the original version of a poem, which wrote in Late Spring 2004, when I was fearing that my Life was in Danger... Basically this is also the time in my Life when I most identified with the Tu-Pac song "If I die Tonight"...

Ce soir,
il fait Noir,
es-ce l'heure d'aller revoir,
le Bout du Couloir?
Il faut croire,
que s'y éteint le Noir...

La Bas, Quelle belle Lueur,
plus de malheur,
plus de peur,
que du bonheur,
radieuse Lueur,
acceuil moi sur ton Seuil...

Mais ce soir,
il fait Noir,
es-ce donc l'heure d'aller revoir,
le Bout du Couloir?
Il faut croire,
que s'y éteint le Noir...

Maintenant,
plus de bruit,
plus de pluie,
je suis partie,
mais je survie,
dans l'armoire de vos Mémoires...

Mais ce soir,
il fait Noir,
es-ce donc l'heure d'aller revoir,
le Bout du Couloir?
Il faut croire,
que s'y éteint le Noir...

Au Revoir,
Au Revoir,
Au Revoir...


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Illusions...

Everything is Illusion,
everything is Illusionary,
everything is Illusionable...


Everyone is Perfect...
...from the Outside!
Everything is Corroded...
...from the Inside!
Everything is a Cover...
...just to Divide!


Everything is Illusion,
everything is Illusionary,
everything is Illusionable...


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Puppets

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This song/poem is about the people in this Game, but can also be extented to our brained washed over marketed society.

They're puppets,
tugging at their strings,
tangled in the chaos,
maybe to their loss.

( So ) Dance,
Little puppets,
Dance!

Their inuendo,
shooting for themselves,
Their little little Aim,
It's not all the same.

( So ) Dance,
Little puppets,
Dance!

They're players,
staging for this world,
Hidding behind their mask,
And doing their task.

( So ) Dance,
Little puppets,
Dance!


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Oh So Pretty...

This song/poem criticises the world of showbizness...


It's so very very,
pretty pretty,
but not so really,
Oh such a pity...


All drama!
All glitter!
This galmorama,
tastes bitter.


It's so very very,
pretty pretty,
but not so really,
Oh such a pity...


All you see,
all aloof,
is not what will be,
from this "truth".


It's so very very,
pretty pretty,
but not so really,
Oh such a pity...
It's so very,


All a dream!
All illusion!
it is just to seam,
for their fiction.


It's so very very,
pretty pretty,
but not so really,
Oh such a pity...


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My Turn...

Now it's, MY turn to Play...
At your dismay,
And I must say,
I'm so very very sorray, for the Delay...

You wanted it,
you got it,
now I hope you like it!

You stupid mary-honette,
your foolish bet,
You are going to Regret.

Never ever, for ever n' ever...
Over n' over, Not so Clever,
So now and for ever after,

Welcome to your Hell!
You'll see it's gonna be swell...
So, Still glad you fell?

And now say hello to Agony,
your new and future company,
for now and the rest of Eternity,

You shouldn't have sparked my Hate,
and stain so much my slate,
if you didn't want this Fate...

So...
Now it's, MY turn to Play...
At your dismay,
And I must say,
I'm so very very sorray, for the Delay...

MY TURN TO PLAY...!

AND SORAY...
IT'S JUST TOO LATE TO SAY...

SO MY TURN TO PLAAAAAYYY
CAUSE YOU GOT TO LURN TO PAAAAAYYY
AND THE CURRENCY IS PAAAAAYYYN
AND IT'S JUST THAT PLAAAAAYYYN

My turn to play hey hey hey...
At your dismay,
And I must say,
I'm so very very sorray, for the Delay...
Hey, Hey, Hey...

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The American Dream

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The American Dream,
is now ONLY a Dream,
So, Dream on,
Dream on...

Because, the American Dream,
has become a fund for Envy.
Crave for the Possibility,
and then be part of a Dream...

But you will learn at your loss,
what's under the Gloss...

Because, the American Dream,
has become a fund for Greed.
And want what you do not need,
and then be part of a Dream...

Do you want a piece of the cake?
then jump in and be Fake?

Because, the American Dream,
has become a fund for Lust.
And since Sex Sells so you must,
and then be part of a Dream...

So, are you still all in?
For this society of sin?


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Excuse Me "Woman"

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This is a kind of personal edited version of a Ben Harper Song Called "Excuse me MR." I dedicate it to what I call, "The Lowest Life Forms on Earth".



Excuse me "woman"
do you have the time
or are you so important
that it stands still for you
excuse me "woman"
lend me your ear
or are you not only blind
but do you not hear
excuse me "woman"
isn't that your body your usin'
making it a SEX OBJECT
have you no pride?

[Repetition] :
excuse me "woman"
but I'm a True WOMAN
and you're givin' WOMAN a bad name
"woman" like you
so I'm taking the "woman"
from out of your depiction,
cause it's a "woman" like you
that puts the rest of us to shame
it's a "woman" like you
that puts the rest of us to shame!!

and I've seen enough to know
that I've seen too much
excuse me "woman"
take a look around
"woman" just look up
because it's your mind you should have been usin'

[Repetition]

and I've seen enough to know
that I've seen too much
so "woman" when you're rattling
on heaven's gate
let me tell you "woman"
by then it is too late
cause "woman" when you get there
they don't care about your excuses,
all they'll want to know, "woman"
Is what's your worth/Is what you achieved.

[Repetition]


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A Mon Age

A mon Age,
dans un colage,
de mirages.

Alors...
Merci a l'Injustice,
votre tendre et chére Complice,
Le Maître d'Oeuvre de mes Déboires,
et mon Désespoir...

Et, Je Nage,
dans une Grande Cage,
sans rivages.

Alors...
Merci a l'Injustice,
votre tendre et chére Complice,
Le Maître d'Oeuvre de mes Déboires,
et mon Désespoir...

Des Images,
de Mille Visages,
Multi-Etage.

Alors...
Merci a l'Injustice,
votre tendre et chére Complice,
Le Maître d'Oeuvre de mes Déboires,
et mon Désespoir...

Or, ma Rage,
est mauvais adage,
pour votre présage...

Alors...
Merci a l'Injustice,
votre tendre et chére Complice,
Le Maître d'Oeuvre de mes Déboires,
et mon Désespoir...


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STOP!

And I said Stop!
Stop!
Stop!

How did you dare,
be so unfair,
so out of care...

And I said Stop!
Stop!
Stop!

It's not only,
very easy,
but so ugly...

And I said Stop!
Stop!
Stop!

And you will pay,
for your "fun" play,
I'll find a way...

And you'll say Stop!
Stop!
Stop!

But I won't Stop!
Stop!
Stop!

And I'll lay back,
and play my track,
for my pay back...

And you'll say Stop!
Stop!
Stop!

And You'll regret!
your stupid bet,
and pay your dept...

And you'll say Stop!
Stop!
Stop!

But I'll NEVER... Stop!
Stop!
Stop!

Cause you'd NEVER Stop!
Stop!
Stop!



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Lost

This is dedicated to all those who have fallen in this "Game"...

Could they ever go back,
Or, have they gone too far down?
Down,
Down,
Down,
And are they now in too deep,
to turn around...?
And are they now in too deep,
to be found...?

The doors are locked,
and the keys are lost in their mind...
Their old lives are far behind,
and time you just can't unwind...

Could they ever go back,
Or, have they gone too far down?
Down,
Down,
Down,
And are they now in too deep,
to turn around...?
And are they now in too deep,
to be found...?

I wonder what happened,
down the Road of their Destiny...?
Why such a necessity?
Is it just insanity...?

Could they ever go back,
Or, have they gone too far down?
Down,
Down,
Down,
And are they now in too deep,
to turn around...?
And are they now in too deep,
to be found...?


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Ams-Tram-Gram

NB: I wrote this back when I still believed there could be someone out there right for me...



Ams-Tram-Gram...
Celui-ci?
ou celui-la?

Gentil et très beau,
mais toujours pas,
ce qu'il me faut...

Ams-Tram-Gram...
Celui-ci?
ou celui-la?

Viril et Fievreux,
mais toujours pas,
ce que je veux...

Ams-Tram-Gram...
Celui-ci?
ou celui-la?

Bouré de talent,
mais il ne veux,
que mon argent...

Ams-Tram-Gram...
Mais c'est celui-ci
que je choisis
car je n'obéis
qu'aux régles
de mon coeur...


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Trouble Makers

Just such,
Trouble Makers,
And why?
Why, can't they stop?

Gambling,
for the wrong side!
just as they forget,

the high cost of their "winning"!

Just such,
Trouble Makers,
And why?
Why, can't they stop?

Hating,
my great strong Pride!
and so very upset,
from the truth I am saying!

Just such,
Trouble Makers,
And why?
Why, can't they stop?

Hoping,
They'll belong Inside...
and then regret,
what they'd been wanting

Just such,
Trouble Makers,
And why?
Why, don't they stop?
Is it stupidity that blinds them,
blind of ultimate outcome of this end...?
Again why?
Why, don't they stop?


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Seule

Paris sous la pluie,
Je chasse l'ennui,
Seule dans la nuit de ma vie...

Le temps secoule,
et les nuages s'enroule,
Seule sur mon banc, j'attends...


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Politicians

Empty promises,
that's all some of them do...
The Winnning,
a mere Trophy for their Egos?
And they take for today,
without caring for tomorrow...

There's no one to vote for...
There's no one to vote for...
Is there still room to hope for...
Hope for Someone,
Someone worth voting for?

Naive Fools,
that's all some of them are...
Their bold goals,
maybe always just stay as dreams?
A blinding veil of hope,
Covering true Reality...

There's no one to vote for...
There's no one to vote for...
Is there still room to hope for...
Hope for Someone,
Someone worth voting for?

Objectives,
maybe they have a chance...
Progress,
For a better tomorrow?
A Future for those with valor,
Still looking for the solution...

There's no one to vote for...
There's no one to vote for...
Is there still room to hope for...
Hope for Someone,
Someone worth voting for?


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"Totaly Fucked"

We are the human race...
and it still feels like there's "No Future",
how did it get so "Totally Fucked"?
so FUCKED, FUCKED, FUCKED...

maybe all we can do,
Is sooth the suffering,
of our old Mother (earth)
Numb away reality,
Shoot up and Escape,
with a sweet soft lift off

Or can we still amputate,
the Gangrene in humanity...
bringing us, surely, but slowly,
to a tragic fatality...

No one to Save Our Souls,
this world is sinking in selfishness,
cause the chorus of humanity,
is ME, ME, ME...

But is there hope,
for one last stroke?


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Amour ?

Picture: Astrid Constant, Graffiti Artist: Unknown...?

He walks in the "Shadow",
of the Path that she will follow,
in the Future of Tomorrow...

All in advance,
where she will be,
it's not by chance...
It's just what they see...

He walks in the "Shadow",
of the Path that she will follow,
in the Future of Tomorrow...

Speaking his mind,
Leaving his Sign,
for her to find...
Knowing she's Devine...

Still he walks in the "Shadow",
of the Path that she will follow,
in the Future of Tomorrow...


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V

V
For true Veracity!

V
For my (unsurpassable) Valor!

V
For my Vindication!

V
For Vengeance!

V
For the all Victims!



PS: I think I might have been the 5th Soul to be born on earth. And (in case you didn't know) V is the Roman number for 5.


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Aveugle

I dedicate this to an ex Love "GMHC", who decide long ago to just forget of my exitance, sometime around October 2003...


Aveugle à la vérité,
que je t'offrais,
tu m'as rayé,
d'un seul trait...

Tu continue tout de meme...
Avec tes "je t'aime",
qui n'ont plus de valeur,
car tu as perdu ton coeur...

Il est encré, enterré...
Plus sec que jamais,
dans ton desert arride,
ou pour toujours tu réside...

Aveugle à la vérité,
que je t'offrais,
tu m'as rayé,
d'un seul trait...

Maintenant, pour ce "bel" extrait,
les jeux sont fait,
et c'est l'éternité que tu mériterais...


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Bang Bang Love

NB: this song is not about me or anyone specific, it's inspired from various assholes I've known.

Il n'a que des amours de passage,
car s'attacher est mauvais pressage.
bang bang love!
bang bang love!

La confiance finnis toujours par se fanner,
vaut mieu partir avant de se faire bruler.
bang bang love!
bang bang love!

Aujourd'hui la douceur du bonheur
mais demain la saveur de ton malheur.
bang bang love!
bang bang love!

Pour ce soir tu assouvira ses besoins,
mais vous ne tissaerai jamais des liens.
bang bang love!
bang bang love!

Sans landemain, il vis pour aujourd'hui,
car il s'enneuie de la monotonie
bang bang love!
bang bang love!

Aveugle de ce dont l'horizon est fait,
il ne peux voir que le bout de mon nez.
bang bang love!
bang bang love!


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La Passion...

This song/peom is about what passion really is... It's essence. I wouldn't recomend living like this all the time... It is only interesting in certain circumstances.

Mon bonheur,
est mon dictateur.
Mon corps,
control mon esprit.

Reveillons le physicalisme,
rayon la raison.
Et libererons la Passion!
Et laissons place a cette etrange trance!
L'incoscient qui gouverne la chance...

Mon bonheur,
est mon dictateur.
Mon corps,
control mon esprit.

Aurevoir a mon stoicisme,
place a ce desir.
Et libererons la Passion!
Et laissons place a la concupiscence!
Un penchant aux plaisir des sens...

Mon bonheur,
est mon dictateur.
Mon corps,
control mon esprit.


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