Monday, June 25, 2007

where

falling slowly
one inch an hour
climbing at this endless ladder
with constant smooth and so soft pressure
a pressure trying to pull me down
and a solemn lullaby
invites to just let go and fall

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Thursday, June 21, 2007

night’s mine

dusk – is showing up
the arising of my mind
withering – i see my doubts and
my anger’s running blind

the hate
the declination of my fate
the fear and the constrained
visions overlayed

oh
my mind runs into circles
who
would know where they began
i see
the changing of this circles
controling
the status of all men

the fear
that something i lonly bear
that something that night will stir
and calm back in the rear

night – this is my place
where you can’t outreach my thoughts and fire
so burn – shall all the odds
that keep me down and label me a liar

that deny my presence
try to reach and to fence
my lunatic lance
in this black and white dance

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Tuesday, June 19, 2007

no feature

solemn sceptics on the way
drivend down and lead astray
humble upright walking men

empty bellies filled with hate
a burning but delicious fate
slowly walk and crave for then

chin up, head straight
woke up too late
eyes clear, hand sure
take life that dure

radiated by the crowd
those heavy footsteps clang so loud
the hate’s replaced by emptyness

void and upright walking men
follow the fire of the fen
can never feel a little less

chin up, head straight
woke up too late
eyes clear, hand sure
take life that dure

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Friday, June 15, 2007

the way down to the essence

the rain ran out
the storm ran out
no more earthquakes
no more fire

no diseases
just releases
descending ash lakes
no desire

essence drips through it all
kill the master, stop the fall
essence of his very soul
brings to life, denies the goal

killed the master
did him well
but the caster
of this spell

is nothing but the master now
drank the essence ‘gainst the vow
the masters’ circle now complete
let him die and spread the seed

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Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Geistersee

weit offen die Augen
der Mund ist sanft verschlossen
all dort wo sie die Wasser saugen
wo aus dem See die Tränen schossen

ruhig und still die schwarzen Wellen
totenstill die weißen Ufer
dumpfe Schläge nur gesellen
sich zur Stille, zu dem bleichen Rufer

der Mund ist sanft verschlossen
wie Geister sind im See
aus dem die Tränen sich ergossen
mein Auge in dem Geistersee

tief versunken im endlosen Blick
in die Schemen dieses Sees
in die Seele, ins Geschick
der Rufer schwebt im Herz des Gesche’ens

an den Gestaden weißer Sand
an denen flüstert Melodie
ein Abdruck von vergangner Hand
verschließt den Mund vom Geistersee

der Mund ist sanft verschlossen
wie Geister sind im See
aus dem die Tränen sich ergossen
mein Auge in dem Geistersee

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Tuesday, June 12, 2007

other air

dull skies and dim light
and the air roams
the ghosts of the storms
the ghosts of the nights
came to create some moans
to form the days’ sight

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Saturday, June 09, 2007

the white

all within
narcoleptic daze
spawn of the lights’ rays
it all is ‘coming pale
nothing to cling on, stale
it’s standing in the white
where all the colours fight
to stay and to remain
can nothing but ashame
the maker can not tame
the white is rising up
to swallow every god
to swallow every good
and evil, understood

so come on out
the white is on the run
come on and have some fun
the white is on its way
come on, choose its delay

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