Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Scotch!

fullautomatized embraced slick rampage
bound within a plaid disguise
one single spot at all the edges
this tells of thoughts and their demise

screamed out void denies itself
a stone right there, at once no more
a twisting angle shows the lives
at least a shattered, old, wise lore

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Saturday, January 27, 2007

Alte Riten

Eine leere Klippe
eine einzelne Lippe
darunter die Brandung
dahinter die Mahnung

versteinert, so lange
hohlgewaschen am Tage
an dem der Mond die Sonne küsst
an dem die Brandung Handschlag ist

der alte Meister kommt hervor,
schenkt den Wellen sein Ohr
schenkt dem Mond seine Augen
und wird der Klippe Glauben

der alte Meister hebt die Hand
zerbirst damit die steinernde Wand
diese Welt soll Wasser sein
dazwischen rasend fliegt der Stein

der alte Meister nimmt die Welt
legt sie zur Seite, wo er zählt
und sieht die Steine wie sie fliegen
und rät, welch Steinchen wird wohl siegen

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Thursday, January 18, 2007

Wahrung

ein Regen brachte
dem stillen Kind
die Idee
wonach es trachte
groß zu werden
viel zu schaffen
ein Schrei auf Erden
ein Schrei zu den Waffen
nach dem Vergießen
des Bluts soll es sprießen
aus allen Poren
was auserkohren

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Saturday, January 13, 2007

neutralize

as a matter of fact
i stand up every day
starting to think
about this, no way

a will to live
implented inside
all reasons to live
would have already died

at another time
in another place
today i’m like clean
roaming in that space

that’s so big in my head
everything’s to make sense
everything’s got reasons
through a rose-tinted lense

i can play with them
and i will, at will or not
perhaps I’m wrong, don’t know
it feels cold, no matter what

and aims get lost
within these thoughts
I came to be
I stay to see

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Friday, January 12, 2007

that little crazy thingy

opened red hole
hollow, smelly, noise
a vain unguarded goal
from the abyss a voice

he said it’s truth
he said it’s true
he spoke so smooth
he is a foe

opened red hole
holy, silent, choice
a mole that was no mole
and in your head a voice

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Thursday, January 04, 2007

I am grinning death

brake my spine
I will stand
rip out my teeth
cut off my hand

I am grinning death and
you wish my hands still were bound
for my thoughts destroy, i weep
and my thoughts still tell me to sleep

my thoughts narrate of my frustration
my thoughts tell me to think of them
this day there is just a big grin
time to destroy the mirror, him

a seal up on my mouth to brake
what did I do, was never me
now do what he could not take

BURN! YOU WILL BE ASH LIKE ME!
BURN! MY SACRIFICE JUST MUST NOT BE!
BURN! NOW KILL MY WALKING GOOD!
BURN! IT WAS MY TIME, I UNDERSTOOD!

everything shall burn
until I open my eyes
and think of them
and can not take
what I have done
am I a fake?

but they have to leave me
so that I can see
again
so burn

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