Riding on the throat
Is a full-eyed picture tale
That takes its fume from the moon,
In from a coast it´s flown,
Since noon it tries to fail
Limits of control
That so long it used to bail.
Its words, long lost, went nuts,
Another candy shines
Colourful mirrors
They´re flouncing in fear,
Cut by lovers eyes
And flaming deers.
One breath,
A metrum,
One breath,
Clockwork,
Self-assuring
That this is no fake at all.
A stone felt
Safe
And
Drowned
Next
Day.
Out
In
The
Fields:
Laughter
and no wands,
Changing thrones cheer,
Heels hop,
Throttling back,
Stagger,
Throbbing
Blood,
A wild mane streaming
In the wind,
Incised
Foot skin
Wears a line of red,
Crawling beyond
Thoughts to ween
Comes a tongue
To lick the sheen,
Cuts out
Clowns of Halloween.
No pain, or forgotten
Eyelids and fingertips
Slide
On afternoon dawn.
There´s no fashion here
And no disciples drooling, right?!
And no work at all.
Rolling over love
and no need for a dark night,
No win, no loose, game fight,
You forget the stars,
Take-away space bar.
Here, forgot it, yeah!
There, a newborn bone.
Slings embodied, they praise
Seventeen approaches to the real,
Hand to toe they reach
Through the bodyverse.
See, it´s a goal we don´t declare.
It´s just beyond.
Strong or weak,
Fast or slow,
Eyes will show
When aware,
Might compare
Body kiss and space.
But for now:
Who cares?
Eyes just glow
And the fusion lifts off
By fully wake mind.
By fully wake mind
The modes of memory
Turn around.
This is here, now.
Most all is gone.
Share what takes place.
You both act in a
Floating sphere of skin.
Thirst,
Gliding in embrace,
Lucid groping,
No haste,
Gnawing serious smiles from
Pleasure-pierced lips.
Fine finger nails in necks
The instance falls asleep,
A rising, seething streak,
Maliceless
Malicious
Manacle
Is cut free.
.
.
. (2010)
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Lemmih red negnilk
Lemmíh red esíew ied etsarg reteiw se sib, neleihrev tsar ni nnad ssiel, etschän ied chod ffirg se, nednuw ned sua tulb chua nnar.
Neredna red hcan enei, nregnif nessolb tim nedeinsch ied etckülfp se chod.
Netckürd nedob uz se tetchireg se fua, cheilg nengilk, ied, netrow ned retnu se fielsch egnal. Tsgna eßorg rhes, tsgna ettah se.
.
.
(2000)
Neredna red hcan enei, nregnif nessolb tim nedeinsch ied etckülfp se chod.
Netckürd nedob uz se tetchireg se fua, cheilg nengilk, ied, netrow ned retnu se fielsch egnal. Tsgna eßorg rhes, tsgna ettah se.
.
.
(2000)
Make it your day
Diving
In warm water
A memory
Lost or sold
To discover
No reason to grow sane
Or mystic
Just the daily work
Blindfolds desire
Or makes it show
Out in the middle of the night
While the friends are pouring thousand drinks
I´m getting drunk without
Cause the music´s drivin´ hot,
Jumpin´ kickin´ jivin´ all the way
Freak out in a frantic dance
Straight edge
The head is wild enough
Hedge-hopping through the
Rhythms forth and back at once
Cutting up the brain-frame that we learned.
Sounds
are pearls
on
silence
And nothingness the dream
Behind substance.
Out in the wind
The sound is fading
My body wears
The moves they´re carrying
It turned me around
It turned me around
It turned me around
Turned me around
Strangely
The worm gets watered
A mainly trusted bold
To cheer in her
Though seasons blow the brain
That missed it
It´s fair to joke on mindfolds
Unwired
And on bonds it ties.
Moves and looks and
Words exchanged are one
It´s the directions that still count,
Will we focus towards the outside
And still hold the line inside
-- Adverts use these channels more than we.
Thought ´bout a reason to be blind,
We´re hand-cuffed anyway, in forecasts of
Short-minded
Subjugated
Mobs, though they´re part of each of us,
Easy livin´ has a dark side of decay.
Measuring
the extremes
Of fractions
Trying or leaving
The peaks
Of joy
and destruction
Balances were no matter
Of masses
If not for our
Assorted
Requirements
.
.
(2010)
In warm water
A memory
Lost or sold
To discover
No reason to grow sane
Or mystic
Just the daily work
Blindfolds desire
Or makes it show
Out in the middle of the night
While the friends are pouring thousand drinks
I´m getting drunk without
Cause the music´s drivin´ hot,
Jumpin´ kickin´ jivin´ all the way
Freak out in a frantic dance
Straight edge
The head is wild enough
Hedge-hopping through the
Rhythms forth and back at once
Cutting up the brain-frame that we learned.
Sounds
are pearls
on
silence
And nothingness the dream
Behind substance.
Out in the wind
The sound is fading
My body wears
The moves they´re carrying
It turned me around
It turned me around
It turned me around
Turned me around
Strangely
The worm gets watered
A mainly trusted bold
To cheer in her
Though seasons blow the brain
That missed it
It´s fair to joke on mindfolds
Unwired
And on bonds it ties.
Moves and looks and
Words exchanged are one
It´s the directions that still count,
Will we focus towards the outside
And still hold the line inside
-- Adverts use these channels more than we.
Thought ´bout a reason to be blind,
We´re hand-cuffed anyway, in forecasts of
Short-minded
Subjugated
Mobs, though they´re part of each of us,
Easy livin´ has a dark side of decay.
Measuring
the extremes
Of fractions
Trying or leaving
The peaks
Of joy
and destruction
Balances were no matter
Of masses
If not for our
Assorted
Requirements
.
.
(2010)
Turns
Awaking
The next day
From plaguings
Of the circles
of the straying
That didn´t sleep
for days
Feels like it´s
all
at stake
The next aging
An eyelid wide
Forsaking
Mirrors of remorse
Recalls from seconds past
would not turn fear
By
the sea
She couldn´t turn
her speed down
Though his voice won´t show
any sign of echo.
The fine and decent face
It turns dure.
But never looses shape
Remaning
Sealed
And calm
Silent
And liveless
And a friendly smile
turns pale
And a haste will
kick it all away
A wicked chain
The Zapman meant
As he
laughed at all of them
Who get trapped there
The plaguing
of all dreaming
Backward
Dreaming
Latent screaming
Performers
of the wound.
Mmmmhhh
.
.
(2007)
The next day
From plaguings
Of the circles
of the straying
That didn´t sleep
for days
Feels like it´s
all
at stake
The next aging
An eyelid wide
Forsaking
Mirrors of remorse
Recalls from seconds past
would not turn fear
By
the sea
She couldn´t turn
her speed down
Though his voice won´t show
any sign of echo.
The fine and decent face
It turns dure.
But never looses shape
Remaning
Sealed
And calm
Silent
And liveless
And a friendly smile
turns pale
And a haste will
kick it all away
A wicked chain
The Zapman meant
As he
laughed at all of them
Who get trapped there
The plaguing
of all dreaming
Backward
Dreaming
Latent screaming
Performers
of the wound.
Mmmmhhh
.
.
(2007)
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Thank You Why
Incredible reflections blinding,
Hitting in the face they scratch their ways,
Rejecting their effects I get confused,
They know me well.
There are decisions for despair,
Blaming fate or others sucks,
If there is free will to proclaim
Cut the ties of matrix loops.
Now and then,
Less and more
Sensing, sense and sentence.
Any phrase, any time,
Is combined with the whole of body and mind
Flowing by,
A merging move,
Meaning for, meaning with,
meaning from and meaning
In the drift of dreams
That show up as istalled fears
And safety guards.
In touch, in thought,
In limitlessness, rules,
And still awake
Your sources
Were combined with mine,
Where meaning
Meaning
Fades.
You just left,
I´m on my way
Through the deer park
Through the leaves.
Still can feel
Your strange stiff touch
And our wrestling flash.
In autumns past and wind and rain,
In the winter time and again
I´d been slavish withing needs
To behave.
In the clouds, in the miles
Of the madness it embraced
There was no way
To grab hold of what I saw.
But for reasons, some I know,
The view got cleared,
A pulsing´s on.
Tone and tonus of the voice,
They readjust.
The dark words and all the dead
I bestrode,
All hasteful gad-abouts
Have dropped into the swamp,
Disappeared.
.
.
(2009)
Hitting in the face they scratch their ways,
Rejecting their effects I get confused,
They know me well.
There are decisions for despair,
Blaming fate or others sucks,
If there is free will to proclaim
Cut the ties of matrix loops.
Now and then,
Less and more
Sensing, sense and sentence.
Any phrase, any time,
Is combined with the whole of body and mind
Flowing by,
A merging move,
Meaning for, meaning with,
meaning from and meaning
In the drift of dreams
That show up as istalled fears
And safety guards.
In touch, in thought,
In limitlessness, rules,
And still awake
Your sources
Were combined with mine,
Where meaning
Meaning
Fades.
You just left,
I´m on my way
Through the deer park
Through the leaves.
Still can feel
Your strange stiff touch
And our wrestling flash.
In autumns past and wind and rain,
In the winter time and again
I´d been slavish withing needs
To behave.
In the clouds, in the miles
Of the madness it embraced
There was no way
To grab hold of what I saw.
But for reasons, some I know,
The view got cleared,
A pulsing´s on.
Tone and tonus of the voice,
They readjust.
The dark words and all the dead
I bestrode,
All hasteful gad-abouts
Have dropped into the swamp,
Disappeared.
.
.
(2009)
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