When you talk to God, it is called a 'prayer'.
When God talks to you, it is called 'scizofrenic'.
Justification.
Behind your facade hides an indomitable lust for power and tyranny taking advantage of your pendencies. Fear is the doom, doom of us all. Instead of exterminating the weed we allow it to overgrow our function. All means are justified for the glory of our gods. Hang this heretic who's indulged in unchaste thoughts, silence him such as the laws of the vellums prescribe. Pusillanimous massacres the order of the day, all for the glory of our gods. Justification is our confession, the only way to keep our consciousness clean.
Intrinsic.
At night you have to assimilate life in the infinite realm of your intrinsic side. Find the missing parts of the mind and the hidden truth behind your dungeon of thoughts, this labyrinth that you call sense. Search for it, cause it has a reason and a meaning, if remembered and repeated. It is a guide not to be ignored by the weakness of your own foolishness. Feel, there's so much to feel, amnesia must confiscate an elusive link to consciousness. It's there, 'cause there's so much you don't know, even your own true face. It's there, facing what you can't have. Your ideals ain't true, they're naked and exposed to the bareness of what's real. Boundless fantasy becomes reality as you breathe water and run through the sand. Whispers and a scream, flying high, then falling down upon a face with no features or name. Exposed to life, you can only divine, so tell me, what's your reality?
Imperfect tense.
They're to blame, I can't forgive them for my weakness, my strength. I'm waiting for the perfect sign to reveal what lies inside. Why do you fear me? Why can't you see that there's neither blame nor forgiveness? I'm waiting for the perfect sign to reveal what lies inside. There's no lie in trying, is there? Why do you fear me? Why should I fear you? An open heart is just as confronting as honesty. Why can't I forgive? There's no blame in my life. Nor is there forgiveness for the pain.
This is my perfect revelation.
This is my perfect revelation.
Living forever?
Touch with your lips the loneliness of my tears,
touch with your fingertips the world of my fears.
Can we have forever?
Can we wait forever?
touch with your fingertips the world of my fears.
Can we have forever?
Can we wait forever?
The enigma of a reason.
How can life be what you want it to be if you can't find the emphasis and the reason in your own reality. Deviate from the search with episodic glimpses or of a spectrum no one can see, feel or declare. Slowly become aware of life and know that it knows its prophecies and find the emphasis and the reason in your own reality.
Today's odds.
Probability is like gravity. You cannot negociate with gravity. One day odds will catch up with you. Life is short, time is luck. Make the most of today.
Sparrow.
Sparrow - The window-sill's mourning.
The window-sill, on which the sparrow
rests and gently streaks his feathers
bladders in the orange setting sun.
The gray-white paint, for four years done
and in that time its cracks had gathered
matters not to hawk alurking from the barrow.
Its eyes are fixed to slits so narrow
awaits the wind its breath to gather
and as it comes, the hawk is gone.
Drying in the orange setting sun
all remains are blood-struck feathers
and the sill of window mourning sparrow.
Sparrow - The sparrow's last day.
A sparrow, in its silent gile
upon a sill itself sat down
streaked his feathers, dark and brown
and rested for a while.
It didn't see the slitted eyes
that upon the bird looked down
didn't see the shadow, dark and brown
in the barrow's guise.
A breath of wind the air did fill
claws came upon the sparrow down
a beak brought death, so dark and brown
and a stain upon the sill.
The window-sill, on which the sparrow
rests and gently streaks his feathers
bladders in the orange setting sun.
The gray-white paint, for four years done
and in that time its cracks had gathered
matters not to hawk alurking from the barrow.
Its eyes are fixed to slits so narrow
awaits the wind its breath to gather
and as it comes, the hawk is gone.
Drying in the orange setting sun
all remains are blood-struck feathers
and the sill of window mourning sparrow.
Sparrow - The sparrow's last day.
A sparrow, in its silent gile
upon a sill itself sat down
streaked his feathers, dark and brown
and rested for a while.
It didn't see the slitted eyes
that upon the bird looked down
didn't see the shadow, dark and brown
in the barrow's guise.
A breath of wind the air did fill
claws came upon the sparrow down
a beak brought death, so dark and brown
and a stain upon the sill.
Crime love - part I, II & III.
Crime love I... sour to sweet.
Where the sour turns to sweet
I would like to meet
rejoice our love
our destiny
oceans of motion and emotion, up and down
scattering mountains, all around
fire and ice, the same pain
the same gain
desire and dice, all in vain
call me jealous, say I'm wrong
call me childish, say I'm a fool
call me names
but have I committed another crime
then loving you?
the crime is not "to love you"
the crime is "not to love you"
so sentence me and condemn me
but do not pass judgement
mountains of motion and emotion, back and forth
scattering oceans, all around
desire on fire
dice on ice
and let the sour turn to sweet
where our hearts will meet
Crime love II... sweet to sour.
I watch you in slow-motion
as you turn around and say
"I go now, go in vain"
leaving me with all the pain
as you slowly walk away.
You had all my devotion
every night and every day
but you didn't want the gain
now you leave me in the rain
as your sun gives no more gain.
In my mind is now commotion
I want yes but you say nay
you go, I go insane
my heart is filled with pain
as you slowly walk away.
I watch you in slow-motion
as you leave me in commotion
for my burns is no more lotion
you had all my devotion
but you slowly walk away
leaving me dismay
in a shower of loveless pain
as my heart is filled with rain.
You're going, all in vain
and the sweet will turn to sour
as our hearts are parting way…
Crime love III… sweet-sour.
My heart is scouting darkest tear
I listen to the night to hear the darkness call
My love for you, so far, so near
Like a kiss to waste and angel to fall
My voice is talking lonely words
Everything I wanted seems to crumble and fall
Sheer sight of you makes me hurt
And to night I turn, where the darkness calls
Can not you take me where angels sing?
And not to the night where darkness calls
It breaks me apart, this loving thing
It cracks me and kills me, I stumble and fall
Where the sour turns to sweet
I would like to meet
rejoice our love
our destiny
oceans of motion and emotion up and down
scattering mountains all around
fire and ice the same pain
the same gain
desire and dice all in vain
call me jealous, say I'm wrong
call me childish, say I'm a fool
call me names
but have I committed another crime then loving you?
the crime is not "to love you"
the crime is "not to love you"
so sentence me and condemn me
but do not pass judgment
A fire slowly burns my soul
Sparks fly off and blow and fall
My body seems to turn to ghoul
And flows into the night, where darkness calls
O, can not you come to me?
Come to me and make my falling stop
O, can not you love me?
Love me and shut the darkness up
mountains of motion and emotion back and forth
scattering oceans all around
desire on fire
dice on ice
and let the sour turn to sweet
where our hearts will meet
And in lingering thrill a choir of angels sound their voices in a poem of despair;
Now do I lay broken upon the fields of sorrow
shattered as a mirror, splintered to a thousand parts
all gone now
all gone
hopes fly on the wind away into nothingness
dreams turn into nightmares taking control of my fears
my future but a faint echo in the distance of the past
my trust blown to bits into oblivion
and my love
o, my love
burned out to smouldering ashes and some curling smoke
and now I wait
I wait for the harvester to collect the weeping tears
fallen from my eyes upon the fields of sorrow
my weeping tears
once diamonds in your hands
but now grains of salt fallen upon the sand
the sand on the fields of sorrow
and as I lay there in the dirt
(my body now but food for the underworld)
I weep the final tear, a tear of blood
as I watch the last spark, the last spark of a once so brightly burning passion,
fade into the night
and as night once more returns the darkness
I force my body to rise and voice a shout towards the horizon,
but my solemn cry remains unheard
but it does not matter
cause now I wait
I wait for the harvester to collect my silenced soul
silenced by an untrue love
and so I lay me down
shattered, broken
upon the fields of sorrow
The sounds echoing in the night...
I watch you in slow-motion
as you turn around and say
"I go now, go in vain"
leaving me with all the pain
as you slowly walk away
You had all my devotion
every night and every day
but you didn't want the gain
now you leave me in the rain
as your sun gives no more rain
In my mind is now commotion
I want yes but you say nay
you go, I go insane
my heart is filled with pain
as you slowly walk away
oceans of motion and emotion up and down
scattering mountains all around
mountains of motion and emotion back and forth
scattering oceans all around
fire and ice the same pain
the same gain
desire and dice all in vain
desire on fire
dice on ice
and let the sour turn to sweet
where our hearts will meet
And in lingering thrill the choir of angels sound their voices again in dismay;
Tears in my eyes.
The setting sun a sight for my sorrows.
My sores explore the twilight-zone to its most outer reaches.
Dusk falls with a soft sigh.
And the impending night covers my sadness with a blanket of grieve.
And so I await dawn with tears in my eyes.
A cry on my lips.
The crows in the trees a rasping choir.
The sounds as spears through the vastness of the dark.
Echoes return with a sarcastic answer.
And the impending silence hovers as a pack of wolves in the night.
And so I await dawn with a cry on my lips.
Pain in my heart.
An imaginary knife impales my chest.
Blood, dark and rich like ripe berries, flows down my body.
It is absorbed by the hungering grounds on which I have sat me down.
And the impending feelings of hurt rip through my mind.
And so I await dawn with pain in my heart.
And as slowly over the ocean the sun sets,
I heave my arms towards the sky and voice my cry.
And as my heart stops its drumming rhythm,
my tears obliterate into a cloud of silver dust.
The sounds echoing in fright...
I watch you in slow-motion
as you leave me in commotion
for my burns is no more lotion
you had all my devotion
but you slowly walk away
leaving me dismay
in a shower of loveless pain
as my heart is filled with rain
you're going, all in vain
and the sweet will turn to sour
as our hearts are parting way...
And in lingering thrill the choir of angels keeps still
their voices an echo in forever-lasting loneliness
slowly fading away...
Where the sour turns to sweet
I would like to meet
rejoice our love
our destiny
oceans of motion and emotion, up and down
scattering mountains, all around
fire and ice, the same pain
the same gain
desire and dice, all in vain
call me jealous, say I'm wrong
call me childish, say I'm a fool
call me names
but have I committed another crime
then loving you?
the crime is not "to love you"
the crime is "not to love you"
so sentence me and condemn me
but do not pass judgement
mountains of motion and emotion, back and forth
scattering oceans, all around
desire on fire
dice on ice
and let the sour turn to sweet
where our hearts will meet
Crime love II... sweet to sour.
I watch you in slow-motion
as you turn around and say
"I go now, go in vain"
leaving me with all the pain
as you slowly walk away.
You had all my devotion
every night and every day
but you didn't want the gain
now you leave me in the rain
as your sun gives no more gain.
In my mind is now commotion
I want yes but you say nay
you go, I go insane
my heart is filled with pain
as you slowly walk away.
I watch you in slow-motion
as you leave me in commotion
for my burns is no more lotion
you had all my devotion
but you slowly walk away
leaving me dismay
in a shower of loveless pain
as my heart is filled with rain.
You're going, all in vain
and the sweet will turn to sour
as our hearts are parting way…
Crime love III… sweet-sour.
My heart is scouting darkest tear
I listen to the night to hear the darkness call
My love for you, so far, so near
Like a kiss to waste and angel to fall
My voice is talking lonely words
Everything I wanted seems to crumble and fall
Sheer sight of you makes me hurt
And to night I turn, where the darkness calls
Can not you take me where angels sing?
And not to the night where darkness calls
It breaks me apart, this loving thing
It cracks me and kills me, I stumble and fall
Where the sour turns to sweet
I would like to meet
rejoice our love
our destiny
oceans of motion and emotion up and down
scattering mountains all around
fire and ice the same pain
the same gain
desire and dice all in vain
call me jealous, say I'm wrong
call me childish, say I'm a fool
call me names
but have I committed another crime then loving you?
the crime is not "to love you"
the crime is "not to love you"
so sentence me and condemn me
but do not pass judgment
A fire slowly burns my soul
Sparks fly off and blow and fall
My body seems to turn to ghoul
And flows into the night, where darkness calls
O, can not you come to me?
Come to me and make my falling stop
O, can not you love me?
Love me and shut the darkness up
mountains of motion and emotion back and forth
scattering oceans all around
desire on fire
dice on ice
and let the sour turn to sweet
where our hearts will meet
And in lingering thrill a choir of angels sound their voices in a poem of despair;
Now do I lay broken upon the fields of sorrow
shattered as a mirror, splintered to a thousand parts
all gone now
all gone
hopes fly on the wind away into nothingness
dreams turn into nightmares taking control of my fears
my future but a faint echo in the distance of the past
my trust blown to bits into oblivion
and my love
o, my love
burned out to smouldering ashes and some curling smoke
and now I wait
I wait for the harvester to collect the weeping tears
fallen from my eyes upon the fields of sorrow
my weeping tears
once diamonds in your hands
but now grains of salt fallen upon the sand
the sand on the fields of sorrow
and as I lay there in the dirt
(my body now but food for the underworld)
I weep the final tear, a tear of blood
as I watch the last spark, the last spark of a once so brightly burning passion,
fade into the night
and as night once more returns the darkness
I force my body to rise and voice a shout towards the horizon,
but my solemn cry remains unheard
but it does not matter
cause now I wait
I wait for the harvester to collect my silenced soul
silenced by an untrue love
and so I lay me down
shattered, broken
upon the fields of sorrow
The sounds echoing in the night...
I watch you in slow-motion
as you turn around and say
"I go now, go in vain"
leaving me with all the pain
as you slowly walk away
You had all my devotion
every night and every day
but you didn't want the gain
now you leave me in the rain
as your sun gives no more rain
In my mind is now commotion
I want yes but you say nay
you go, I go insane
my heart is filled with pain
as you slowly walk away
oceans of motion and emotion up and down
scattering mountains all around
mountains of motion and emotion back and forth
scattering oceans all around
fire and ice the same pain
the same gain
desire and dice all in vain
desire on fire
dice on ice
and let the sour turn to sweet
where our hearts will meet
And in lingering thrill the choir of angels sound their voices again in dismay;
Tears in my eyes.
The setting sun a sight for my sorrows.
My sores explore the twilight-zone to its most outer reaches.
Dusk falls with a soft sigh.
And the impending night covers my sadness with a blanket of grieve.
And so I await dawn with tears in my eyes.
A cry on my lips.
The crows in the trees a rasping choir.
The sounds as spears through the vastness of the dark.
Echoes return with a sarcastic answer.
And the impending silence hovers as a pack of wolves in the night.
And so I await dawn with a cry on my lips.
Pain in my heart.
An imaginary knife impales my chest.
Blood, dark and rich like ripe berries, flows down my body.
It is absorbed by the hungering grounds on which I have sat me down.
And the impending feelings of hurt rip through my mind.
And so I await dawn with pain in my heart.
And as slowly over the ocean the sun sets,
I heave my arms towards the sky and voice my cry.
And as my heart stops its drumming rhythm,
my tears obliterate into a cloud of silver dust.
The sounds echoing in fright...
I watch you in slow-motion
as you leave me in commotion
for my burns is no more lotion
you had all my devotion
but you slowly walk away
leaving me dismay
in a shower of loveless pain
as my heart is filled with rain
you're going, all in vain
and the sweet will turn to sour
as our hearts are parting way...
And in lingering thrill the choir of angels keeps still
their voices an echo in forever-lasting loneliness
slowly fading away...
World.
I felt the world around me rolling
though it was not rolling by
the brush of sudden wind who’s howling
breath took dust and papers in the sky.
I felt my mind then tumbling, tolling
tolling bells in scream and cry
the rush of diz’ as mind tried folding
all the papers back in line.
Then the wind at me was scolding
as I blew the dust op high
I felt the world around still rolling
though it was not, it was I.
though it was not rolling by
the brush of sudden wind who’s howling
breath took dust and papers in the sky.
I felt my mind then tumbling, tolling
tolling bells in scream and cry
the rush of diz’ as mind tried folding
all the papers back in line.
Then the wind at me was scolding
as I blew the dust op high
I felt the world around still rolling
though it was not, it was I.
Nüüd ja Praegu.
Oma tervest elust anna üks ainuke hetk,
kõiki neid, mis oli enne,
kõiki, mis on tulemas pärast, - ära arvesta,
nii teed täiuslikuks selle praeguse,
raevukalt vaimustav, täiuslik andes,
mõte ja tunne ning hing ja meel –
ühendatud hetkest, mis toob lõpuks
sind minu ümber, sind mu alla, mu üle, -
mina, - kindel et,
hoolimata tulekul aegadest, läinud aegadest, -
nende aegade ühes hetkes tiksudes,
sa mind armastad!
Kaua see pinev ootus võib kesta?
Ah, kallis – sel hetkel igaveseks
– just see ja mitte enam –
kui äärmises joovastuses me haarame teineteisel ümbert,
kui põsed põlevad,
käed sirutavad,
silmad sulguvad
ja huuled kohtuvad!
kõiki neid, mis oli enne,
kõiki, mis on tulemas pärast, - ära arvesta,
nii teed täiuslikuks selle praeguse,
raevukalt vaimustav, täiuslik andes,
mõte ja tunne ning hing ja meel –
ühendatud hetkest, mis toob lõpuks
sind minu ümber, sind mu alla, mu üle, -
mina, - kindel et,
hoolimata tulekul aegadest, läinud aegadest, -
nende aegade ühes hetkes tiksudes,
sa mind armastad!
Kaua see pinev ootus võib kesta?
Ah, kallis – sel hetkel igaveseks
– just see ja mitte enam –
kui äärmises joovastuses me haarame teineteisel ümbert,
kui põsed põlevad,
käed sirutavad,
silmad sulguvad
ja huuled kohtuvad!
I am what you name me by.
Past am I and future am I, with the present as a flittering interlude. Both one and many am I, a crowd on my own. Both none and all, I am everything in nothing. Thesis am I as I am antithesis. I am both builder and destroyer. I exist, but am not. I am totality in emptiness. I am here and there, everywhere and nowhere. I am king and common man. I am the slave and the enslaver. I am the addiction and the addicted. I wound and I heal. I am dead, yet I am alive. I make things flow in all directions. I am the dream as I am the reality. Everybody knows me and what I stand for, yet no one understands what I create. I am in your world as I am in other worlds, other realities. Even other dimensions. Differently grasped, but essentially the same. Worlds, realities,
dimensions you cannot even begin to imagine. Everywhere I am the same, everywhere something else. I am the question, I am the answer. I am the truth, I am the lie. You know what I am, but you do not know. Time is my name, time is my game. But with that you still don't know me. But maybe one day… But I tell you, I am on your minds. All of your minds. All the time.
dimensions you cannot even begin to imagine. Everywhere I am the same, everywhere something else. I am the question, I am the answer. I am the truth, I am the lie. You know what I am, but you do not know. Time is my name, time is my game. But with that you still don't know me. But maybe one day… But I tell you, I am on your minds. All of your minds. All the time.
Poet's Words.
The words of a poet do not flow from the poet's pen nor from the ink in it.
Neither do they flow from the lips of the poet or the breath gently
finding its way through them.
Nay, the words of a poet flow from the heart and from the soul, from the
deepest reaches therein right up to the point of overflow.
The words of a poet are the stuff that dreams are made of.
Neither do they flow from the lips of the poet or the breath gently
finding its way through them.
Nay, the words of a poet flow from the heart and from the soul, from the
deepest reaches therein right up to the point of overflow.
The words of a poet are the stuff that dreams are made of.
Rise & Fall.
When risen to the top of the world,
one finds that the view is the best.
But beware!
The fall is also the hardest!
one finds that the view is the best.
But beware!
The fall is also the hardest!
Emotionless.
Hey there, how are you?
Are you doing fine
in this world so wide?
Are you walking in the streets
or do you feel the need to hide?
Are you glad just to be
do you think of all that was?
Do you feel regret
and have your sins come to pass?
I'm writing to you now
this here letter
but don't you worry
it's not to tell you
that I still hate you
no, it's not that
it's just to tell you
how I feel
and how we fell apart
how this fell apart.
Are you happy out here
in this great, wide world?
Are you satisfied
with the way it twirls?
Do you think about yourself
or do you miss your little girl?
When you lay your head down on your pillow
how do you sleep at night?
Do you not turn and toss
and swear and cry?
Do you even know
if we are all right?
If all this is all right?
It's been a long, hard road
without you by my side
faced the dangers all alone
and together we'd only just strife
how did you live through
all the nights we cried?
You broke your mother's heart
you broke your children for life.
It's not okay
but we're all right.
I remember the days
you were a hero in my eyes
but those are just long lost memories
of mine.
They once were true
they now just lies.
I spent so many years
learning to survive
but it worked out well
I do all right.
And now I'm writing just to let you know
I'm still alive.
Yes, I'm still alive.
And we're all right.
(Written together with my brother Christian)
Are you doing fine
in this world so wide?
Are you walking in the streets
or do you feel the need to hide?
Are you glad just to be
do you think of all that was?
Do you feel regret
and have your sins come to pass?
I'm writing to you now
this here letter
but don't you worry
it's not to tell you
that I still hate you
no, it's not that
it's just to tell you
how I feel
and how we fell apart
how this fell apart.
Are you happy out here
in this great, wide world?
Are you satisfied
with the way it twirls?
Do you think about yourself
or do you miss your little girl?
When you lay your head down on your pillow
how do you sleep at night?
Do you not turn and toss
and swear and cry?
Do you even know
if we are all right?
If all this is all right?
It's been a long, hard road
without you by my side
faced the dangers all alone
and together we'd only just strife
how did you live through
all the nights we cried?
You broke your mother's heart
you broke your children for life.
It's not okay
but we're all right.
I remember the days
you were a hero in my eyes
but those are just long lost memories
of mine.
They once were true
they now just lies.
I spent so many years
learning to survive
but it worked out well
I do all right.
And now I'm writing just to let you know
I'm still alive.
Yes, I'm still alive.
And we're all right.
(Written together with my brother Christian)
Set me free.
Please untear this outlaw and set him free.
So that I may roam once again the bright virtues of light,
instead of lurking in the shadows of the sins of dark.
Unlock the chains around my heart,
untear the ropes around my soul.
Set me free.
So that I may roam once again the bright virtues of light,
instead of lurking in the shadows of the sins of dark.
Unlock the chains around my heart,
untear the ropes around my soul.
Set me free.
De zwarte kraai.
Vliegend over witte wolken
door weer, door wind, door droog, door nat
zwevend over heuvelruggen
dalen, veen en stad en land
door pluimen rook en lovergroen
op vleugeltoppen zwevend
door zonnestralen warmend
en door ijskou licht’lijk bevend
als stervenslied uit kerker
grafkist of een urne
zing ik krassend hoog
mijn klaagelijk nocturne
en als de laatste noten van mijn klaagzang
door wind worden verwaaid
strijk ik neder op een grafzerk
ik, de zwarte kraai.
door weer, door wind, door droog, door nat
zwevend over heuvelruggen
dalen, veen en stad en land
door pluimen rook en lovergroen
op vleugeltoppen zwevend
door zonnestralen warmend
en door ijskou licht’lijk bevend
als stervenslied uit kerker
grafkist of een urne
zing ik krassend hoog
mijn klaagelijk nocturne
en als de laatste noten van mijn klaagzang
door wind worden verwaaid
strijk ik neder op een grafzerk
ik, de zwarte kraai.
Träume, Flüsse.
Traum der Traum des Träumens
die Wirklichkeit nicht wirklich wirklich
sondern nur ein Traum geträumt
du weißt doch, oder vielleicht ahnst du nur
ein Traum ist wie ein Fluß, -sei er groß, sei er klein-
ausgelegt in das Land der Realität
der Fluß, das Wasser des Lebens
der ständig seinen Lauf verändert
und ein Träumer ist ein Boot
das diesem Lauf nur folgen kann
weil er ohne Rudern ist
so fährst du, wohin der Fluß dich zieht
über Wasserfälle und durch dunkele Wälder
durch Sonnenschein und durch Regen
du lernst von dem, was hinter dir und weißt nie, was vor dir liegt
so kämpfst du Tag für Tag darum
einfach zwischen den Ufern zu bleiben
und dan wachst du auf, ganz nass
und du weißt ganz sicher,obwohl es nur ein Traum war
du bist wieder mal umgekipt.
die Wirklichkeit nicht wirklich wirklich
sondern nur ein Traum geträumt
du weißt doch, oder vielleicht ahnst du nur
ein Traum ist wie ein Fluß, -sei er groß, sei er klein-
ausgelegt in das Land der Realität
der Fluß, das Wasser des Lebens
der ständig seinen Lauf verändert
und ein Träumer ist ein Boot
das diesem Lauf nur folgen kann
weil er ohne Rudern ist
so fährst du, wohin der Fluß dich zieht
über Wasserfälle und durch dunkele Wälder
durch Sonnenschein und durch Regen
du lernst von dem, was hinter dir und weißt nie, was vor dir liegt
so kämpfst du Tag für Tag darum
einfach zwischen den Ufern zu bleiben
und dan wachst du auf, ganz nass
und du weißt ganz sicher,obwohl es nur ein Traum war
du bist wieder mal umgekipt.
A fool’s tool.
Time is linear
memory a stranger
history for fools
and justice the order of the day
not true, not false, but gray.
And the water of your friendship
feels salty on your tongue
so you bounce the gong of eternity
and see it’s just a joke
cause time is linear
memory is a stranger
and history is for fools
and a man is a tool
in the hands of the great God Almighty.
And in doubt you ask yourself;
which tool am I?
memory a stranger
history for fools
and justice the order of the day
not true, not false, but gray.
And the water of your friendship
feels salty on your tongue
so you bounce the gong of eternity
and see it’s just a joke
cause time is linear
memory is a stranger
and history is for fools
and a man is a tool
in the hands of the great God Almighty.
And in doubt you ask yourself;
which tool am I?
Liebe mich.
Liebe mich
liebe mich nicht
für nur einen Moment
oder für Ewig
nur gefutterd zu werden
oder zu hungern
nur getöted zu werden
oder zu leben
liebe mich
liebe mich nicht
was es auch sein wird
erinnere, ich liebe Dich...
liebe mich nicht
für nur einen Moment
oder für Ewig
nur gefutterd zu werden
oder zu hungern
nur getöted zu werden
oder zu leben
liebe mich
liebe mich nicht
was es auch sein wird
erinnere, ich liebe Dich...
Âime-moi.
Âime-moi
n’âime moi pas
pour un moment seulement
ou pour éternel
seulement trop-est nourrez
ou trop-est affamez
seulement trop-est tuez
ou trop-est vivrez
âime-moi
n’âime moi pas
qu’est-ce que pout-être
rappelet-te, je T’âime...
n’âime moi pas
pour un moment seulement
ou pour éternel
seulement trop-est nourrez
ou trop-est affamez
seulement trop-est tuez
ou trop-est vivrez
âime-moi
n’âime moi pas
qu’est-ce que pout-être
rappelet-te, je T’âime...
Houd van me.
Houd van me
houd niet van me
voor alleen één moment
of voor eeuwig
alleen te worden gevoerd
of te hongeren
alleen te worden gedood
of te leven
houd van me
houd niet van me
wat het ook zal zijn
onthoud, ik houd van Jou...
houd niet van me
voor alleen één moment
of voor eeuwig
alleen te worden gevoerd
of te hongeren
alleen te worden gedood
of te leven
houd van me
houd niet van me
wat het ook zal zijn
onthoud, ik houd van Jou...
Armasta mind.
Armasta mind
armasta mind mitte
just üheks momendiks
või igaveseks
et olla toidetud
või nälgitud
et olla tapetud
või elatud
armasta mind
armasta mind mitte
mis sa ka ei tee
pea meeles, armastan Sind...
armasta mind mitte
just üheks momendiks
või igaveseks
et olla toidetud
või nälgitud
et olla tapetud
või elatud
armasta mind
armasta mind mitte
mis sa ka ei tee
pea meeles, armastan Sind...
Love me.
Love me
love me not
for just one moment
or eternity
just to be fed
or to hunger
just to be killed
or to live
love me
love me not
whatever it will be
remember, I love Thee...
love me not
for just one moment
or eternity
just to be fed
or to hunger
just to be killed
or to live
love me
love me not
whatever it will be
remember, I love Thee...
Face in the mirror.
People look in the mirror and see themselves. Only themselves.
When I look in the mirror, I see so much more. I see past, present and future all intertwined.
I see how it was, how it is and how it is going to be.
I see what is not and what could have been.
But above all, I see you.
What does that mean?
When I look in the mirror, I see so much more. I see past, present and future all intertwined.
I see how it was, how it is and how it is going to be.
I see what is not and what could have been.
But above all, I see you.
What does that mean?
Hell to pay.
Some people think they go to heaven if they pray a little
and confess every sunday in a quiet corner of some church
in anonimity what they did wrong that week.
I know it doesn't work like that.
I know that there'll be hell to pay someday
for all the sins we committed in this life.
and confess every sunday in a quiet corner of some church
in anonimity what they did wrong that week.
I know it doesn't work like that.
I know that there'll be hell to pay someday
for all the sins we committed in this life.
Yesterday came the bill for me.
I thought: „What the hell?" (no pun intended)
It said:
Committed 7 sins, namely:
Luxuria - Lust
Gula – Gluttony
Avaritia – Greed
Acedia – Sloth
Ira – Wrath
Invidia – Envy
Superbia - Pride
Payment:
2x purgatory
1x hell's night
1x burning at stake
3x demon's dash
and last but not least: Eternal damnation.
And after reading this all I thought:„ Does the devil accept creditcard?"
Één gedachte.
Één gedachte
één gevoel
één emotie
met één doel.
Één lach
één traan
één zucht
in één waan.
Één mening
één feit
één maal
voor altijd.
één gevoel
één emotie
met één doel.
Één lach
één traan
één zucht
in één waan.
Één mening
één feit
één maal
voor altijd.
Traum.
War nicht die Nacht so wunderschön
hätte ich fast geglaubt, es war ein Traum.
Ich liege hier, dich neben mir
es ist kein Traum, ich glaub' es kaum.
Doch es ist so, so wunderschön
du bist bei mir, ich hab' dich hier
so wunderschön, fast wie ein Traum.
Das Morgenlicht auf dein Gesicht
küsst ein Traum, der wirklich ist.
Du neben mir, ich glaub' es nicht
doch fühle ich es, Herzeslicht.
Wie in ein Traum berühr ich dich
dann wachst du auf und lächelst schlicht.
Ich küsse dich auf dein Gesicht
wie eben vorher das Morgenlicht
geküsst ein Traum, der wirklich ist.
Der Tag erwacht, der Traum ist weg
die wirklichkeit erfüllt den Raum
ich stehe auf und gehe raus
die wirklichkeit erfüllt mein Zweck.
Den Tag verflüchtet, ich spür es kaum
so sei es denn, hier ohne dich
aber was auch kommt, ich trauere nicht
Heut' Nacht fängt an ein neuer Traum.
Die Abend lässt sein Decken runter
voller Erwartung klopft mein Herz
dein wiedersehen macht mich Munter
die Ernst des Tages verflieht im Scherz.
Die Sonne lässt sein lämpchen runter
dein Gesicht beleuchtet nur der Kerz'.
Ich sehe dich, aber glaub' es kaum
ins Leben gerufen als reale Traum
aber ich fühle es, du bist mein Herz.
Die Nacht ist wieder wunderschön
es sei als wär' ich in ein Traum.
Du liegst schon hier, dicht neben mir
das Licht der Mont küsst dein Gesicht
in träumlich Glück berühr ich dich
du bist bei mir, ich läch'le schlicht
so wunderschön, als wie ein Traum
und küsse dich...
hätte ich fast geglaubt, es war ein Traum.
Ich liege hier, dich neben mir
es ist kein Traum, ich glaub' es kaum.
Doch es ist so, so wunderschön
du bist bei mir, ich hab' dich hier
so wunderschön, fast wie ein Traum.
Das Morgenlicht auf dein Gesicht
küsst ein Traum, der wirklich ist.
Du neben mir, ich glaub' es nicht
doch fühle ich es, Herzeslicht.
Wie in ein Traum berühr ich dich
dann wachst du auf und lächelst schlicht.
Ich küsse dich auf dein Gesicht
wie eben vorher das Morgenlicht
geküsst ein Traum, der wirklich ist.
Der Tag erwacht, der Traum ist weg
die wirklichkeit erfüllt den Raum
ich stehe auf und gehe raus
die wirklichkeit erfüllt mein Zweck.
Den Tag verflüchtet, ich spür es kaum
so sei es denn, hier ohne dich
aber was auch kommt, ich trauere nicht
Heut' Nacht fängt an ein neuer Traum.
Die Abend lässt sein Decken runter
voller Erwartung klopft mein Herz
dein wiedersehen macht mich Munter
die Ernst des Tages verflieht im Scherz.
Die Sonne lässt sein lämpchen runter
dein Gesicht beleuchtet nur der Kerz'.
Ich sehe dich, aber glaub' es kaum
ins Leben gerufen als reale Traum
aber ich fühle es, du bist mein Herz.
Die Nacht ist wieder wunderschön
es sei als wär' ich in ein Traum.
Du liegst schon hier, dicht neben mir
das Licht der Mont küsst dein Gesicht
in träumlich Glück berühr ich dich
du bist bei mir, ich läch'le schlicht
so wunderschön, als wie ein Traum
und küsse dich...
Nevermore.
One evening late, 't was late December, softly wrapping 't was I heard,
how peculiar thought I, I remember, that must be a mockingbird.
On the snow rich still, still tender, the bird was ticking frantically,
so I left my chair and went there, towards the window then I went there,
I left chair and paper and to the window went there,
curious 'bout its errantry.
Though then in wonder, wondrous lore, for it was no mocking-bird,
't was the Raven from Poe's Nevermore, which I gently wrapping heard.
Opened up to snow, 't was bleak December, the Raven hopped then on my desk,
and spoke to me: “I do remember, from the older days of yore,
't was long ago, but I do remember from before,
this room to be some more grotesque.”
I said: “'t has been long since Nevermore, the older days are gone and done,
all it is now, some book's lore, all it was with years has gone.”
“To err is human”, the Raven said, “forever go the tale and lore!”
Then the Raven laughed at that: "Lenore will never be no more,
her lore has gone, but yours begun as hers is yore.
Now Nevermore is at your door!”
So I frightened, was this the end? A wrap, a tap, a knock on door?
Behind it a black robed gent'? One swift move of ax, then Nevermore?
“O Nevermore, so evermore, why have you come then at my door?
I am a single man and poor, have none in hand to spent,
just me here is with none in hand, with none to spent
to which I owe this damning lore?”
I fell to knees and clasped my hands and prayed to all the Gods I know.
The Raven laughed: “Do understand, Nevermore to no God does bow!”
The hours fell, the dawn came calling, the sun arose besides the hill,
but I still was in darkness falling, 'till I thought I fall no more,
I fell and fell in darkness's core, fell more and more,
waiting for the foretold thrill.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I prayed there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before,
But the silence stayed unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
Until the only word there spoken was whispered softly: "Nevermore!"
This I whispered and an echo murmured softly back: "Nevermore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.
The day went by in maddening rush, the Raven only rasped his tale,
then dusk set in in quiet hush, the room went dark as I went pale.
A quiet sound, a silent scratch, my destiny was at my door,
to faith and doom I opened up, opened up to the Raven's tale,
to destiny's tale, opening to the Raven's hail,
to the spirit of the Nevermore.
In fright I tumbled back and fell, closed my eyes and cried out loud,
the echo through the forest yelled, a squirrel fled in silent doubt.
"O Nevermore, I humbly ask, why this calling at my door?
I am a man of peaceful tasks, of silent words and quiet sounds,
when to speak and when to shout, I know my bounds,
why have I earned your damning lore?”
A nocturne rasp came then aloud, I opened eyes, surprised much more,
and saw as a foreboding scout, a giant Crow there at my door.
I asked surprised: “Are you the one? The one they call the Nevermore?”
The Crow then laughed: “No, I am none, but nevertheless stout,
here I am, but still am not, have no doubt,
I am never any more!”
“I have come to take your soul, to the world that's Nether,
I am which takes ghost and ghoul, and faith and doom I gather.
Nevermore is who I serve, evermore 'till end of ever,
take the souls who so deserve, all those spirits and those souls,
all those deserving, whether goods or fouls,
with me to the Never.”
I cried out loud in agony: “You ain't getting none of me!”
Jumped up in mortal ecstasy and screamed: “Why don't you leave me be?”
I slammed the door, the hinges creaked, sat me in my chair and sighed,
the Crow then through the window sneaked: “Never fear, for I am here,
you look to left, I am the right, you close the front, I come from rear,
You can run away but cannot hide!'
"Prophet!", said I, "thing of evil, Prophet still, if bird or devil,
by the Heavens above us I swear, I do not run or just be gone!"
My anger flared, I grabbed my gun and shouted: “My life ain't nothing worth,
but if I have to go, won't go alone! Thee Prophet, thing of evil,
I'll take thee with me, be it to either God or Devil.”
And shot the Crow back to the Netherworld.
Silence set in, as I turned around, looked the Raven in his eye,
said to him: “I'll not be bound, for Nevermore I will not cry!”
The Raven now his wings did spread and down upon the still he sat,
there he turned around in dread: “I leave a black plume as a token,
of the lies thy soul hath spoken, leave thy loneliness unbroken,
but Nevermore does not forget!'
“For now thy doom has been averted, take my beak now from thy heart,
take my form from off thy still, as I will now fly and part,
go thee back into the tempest and the night's darkly waters,
watch my black plume and hear the waters wash ashore,
wait then for the moment I'll be knocking,
knocking once more at your door!"
The Raven then his ebony wings did spread and took off into the night,
as a sudden realization took uphold there of my fright,
be it faith or doom I saw, in the dark eyes of the Raven,
be his lore from devils or gods, surely he was no craven,
was his crest so shorn and shaven, a God, a Devil, or just a Raven,
I'll have no fear no more of Nevermore!
But now I sit here, years have gone but still I clearly remember,
all that transpired on that weary and bleak day that late December,
remember all the tales of Crow and Raven, feeding, laving,
all that senses were then craving, remember all the lore,
all the stories of the glories of the long gone days of yore,
of the spirit Nevermore.
I just sit here, weary, dreary, fearing though I fear no more,
waiting for that tap, that wrap, that scratch on door,
for the ebony robed gent', waving with his ax afore.
Thinking of a radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore,
of such a rare and radiant maiden, of whom I'm descendant,
who was taken by the Nevermore.
And so I sit here, just remember, that day in bleak and dark December,
as each separate dying ember wrights its ghostly shadow on the floor.
And eagerly I wish the morrow to wash away my tears and sorrow,
as the silken sad uncertain rustling of the gently flowing curtain
thrill me, fill me with fantastic horrors never felt before,
terrors of the Nevermore.
And I sit engaged in guessing, while no syllable expressing,
as I think of the fowl whose fiery eyes burned into my bosom's core.
The plume I watch and sit divining, with my head at rest reclining,
on the cushion's sliver lining that the embers glow is gloating o'er,
all the while my tears are flowing, thinking of the Raven's lore,
'bout all that is, yet is no more.
Suddenly the air grows denser, perfumed from an unseen censer,
as I hear some angel's quiet footsteps tinkle on the tufted floor.
"Wretch", I cry, "thy God retreat thee, does he not know,
I cannot part from all the mem'ries of the days of yore."
But then I know it is was no angel that flew through my opened window,
and so quoth the Raven: "Nevermore..."
And the Raven, never flitting, quietly sitting, silently sitting,
on an ancient bust of Pallas hanging 'bove the chamber door.
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon ghastly dreaming,
and the embers guide his shadow from the ceiling to the floor.
And my soul from out that shadow that is shading more and more,
shall be lifted- nevermore!
how peculiar thought I, I remember, that must be a mockingbird.
On the snow rich still, still tender, the bird was ticking frantically,
so I left my chair and went there, towards the window then I went there,
I left chair and paper and to the window went there,
curious 'bout its errantry.
Though then in wonder, wondrous lore, for it was no mocking-bird,
't was the Raven from Poe's Nevermore, which I gently wrapping heard.
Opened up to snow, 't was bleak December, the Raven hopped then on my desk,
and spoke to me: “I do remember, from the older days of yore,
't was long ago, but I do remember from before,
this room to be some more grotesque.”
I said: “'t has been long since Nevermore, the older days are gone and done,
all it is now, some book's lore, all it was with years has gone.”
“To err is human”, the Raven said, “forever go the tale and lore!”
Then the Raven laughed at that: "Lenore will never be no more,
her lore has gone, but yours begun as hers is yore.
Now Nevermore is at your door!”
So I frightened, was this the end? A wrap, a tap, a knock on door?
Behind it a black robed gent'? One swift move of ax, then Nevermore?
“O Nevermore, so evermore, why have you come then at my door?
I am a single man and poor, have none in hand to spent,
just me here is with none in hand, with none to spent
to which I owe this damning lore?”
I fell to knees and clasped my hands and prayed to all the Gods I know.
The Raven laughed: “Do understand, Nevermore to no God does bow!”
The hours fell, the dawn came calling, the sun arose besides the hill,
but I still was in darkness falling, 'till I thought I fall no more,
I fell and fell in darkness's core, fell more and more,
waiting for the foretold thrill.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I prayed there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before,
But the silence stayed unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
Until the only word there spoken was whispered softly: "Nevermore!"
This I whispered and an echo murmured softly back: "Nevermore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.
The day went by in maddening rush, the Raven only rasped his tale,
then dusk set in in quiet hush, the room went dark as I went pale.
A quiet sound, a silent scratch, my destiny was at my door,
to faith and doom I opened up, opened up to the Raven's tale,
to destiny's tale, opening to the Raven's hail,
to the spirit of the Nevermore.
In fright I tumbled back and fell, closed my eyes and cried out loud,
the echo through the forest yelled, a squirrel fled in silent doubt.
"O Nevermore, I humbly ask, why this calling at my door?
I am a man of peaceful tasks, of silent words and quiet sounds,
when to speak and when to shout, I know my bounds,
why have I earned your damning lore?”
A nocturne rasp came then aloud, I opened eyes, surprised much more,
and saw as a foreboding scout, a giant Crow there at my door.
I asked surprised: “Are you the one? The one they call the Nevermore?”
The Crow then laughed: “No, I am none, but nevertheless stout,
here I am, but still am not, have no doubt,
I am never any more!”
“I have come to take your soul, to the world that's Nether,
I am which takes ghost and ghoul, and faith and doom I gather.
Nevermore is who I serve, evermore 'till end of ever,
take the souls who so deserve, all those spirits and those souls,
all those deserving, whether goods or fouls,
with me to the Never.”
I cried out loud in agony: “You ain't getting none of me!”
Jumped up in mortal ecstasy and screamed: “Why don't you leave me be?”
I slammed the door, the hinges creaked, sat me in my chair and sighed,
the Crow then through the window sneaked: “Never fear, for I am here,
you look to left, I am the right, you close the front, I come from rear,
You can run away but cannot hide!'
"Prophet!", said I, "thing of evil, Prophet still, if bird or devil,
by the Heavens above us I swear, I do not run or just be gone!"
My anger flared, I grabbed my gun and shouted: “My life ain't nothing worth,
but if I have to go, won't go alone! Thee Prophet, thing of evil,
I'll take thee with me, be it to either God or Devil.”
And shot the Crow back to the Netherworld.
Silence set in, as I turned around, looked the Raven in his eye,
said to him: “I'll not be bound, for Nevermore I will not cry!”
The Raven now his wings did spread and down upon the still he sat,
there he turned around in dread: “I leave a black plume as a token,
of the lies thy soul hath spoken, leave thy loneliness unbroken,
but Nevermore does not forget!'
“For now thy doom has been averted, take my beak now from thy heart,
take my form from off thy still, as I will now fly and part,
go thee back into the tempest and the night's darkly waters,
watch my black plume and hear the waters wash ashore,
wait then for the moment I'll be knocking,
knocking once more at your door!"
The Raven then his ebony wings did spread and took off into the night,
as a sudden realization took uphold there of my fright,
be it faith or doom I saw, in the dark eyes of the Raven,
be his lore from devils or gods, surely he was no craven,
was his crest so shorn and shaven, a God, a Devil, or just a Raven,
I'll have no fear no more of Nevermore!
But now I sit here, years have gone but still I clearly remember,
all that transpired on that weary and bleak day that late December,
remember all the tales of Crow and Raven, feeding, laving,
all that senses were then craving, remember all the lore,
all the stories of the glories of the long gone days of yore,
of the spirit Nevermore.
I just sit here, weary, dreary, fearing though I fear no more,
waiting for that tap, that wrap, that scratch on door,
for the ebony robed gent', waving with his ax afore.
Thinking of a radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore,
of such a rare and radiant maiden, of whom I'm descendant,
who was taken by the Nevermore.
And so I sit here, just remember, that day in bleak and dark December,
as each separate dying ember wrights its ghostly shadow on the floor.
And eagerly I wish the morrow to wash away my tears and sorrow,
as the silken sad uncertain rustling of the gently flowing curtain
thrill me, fill me with fantastic horrors never felt before,
terrors of the Nevermore.
And I sit engaged in guessing, while no syllable expressing,
as I think of the fowl whose fiery eyes burned into my bosom's core.
The plume I watch and sit divining, with my head at rest reclining,
on the cushion's sliver lining that the embers glow is gloating o'er,
all the while my tears are flowing, thinking of the Raven's lore,
'bout all that is, yet is no more.
Suddenly the air grows denser, perfumed from an unseen censer,
as I hear some angel's quiet footsteps tinkle on the tufted floor.
"Wretch", I cry, "thy God retreat thee, does he not know,
I cannot part from all the mem'ries of the days of yore."
But then I know it is was no angel that flew through my opened window,
and so quoth the Raven: "Nevermore..."
And the Raven, never flitting, quietly sitting, silently sitting,
on an ancient bust of Pallas hanging 'bove the chamber door.
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon ghastly dreaming,
and the embers guide his shadow from the ceiling to the floor.
And my soul from out that shadow that is shading more and more,
shall be lifted- nevermore!
Babel fell.
So many different voices
most of them I cannot tell
was it faith or peoples choices
o, Babel, why did you fell?
You tower of the races
your ruin still a cry
you fell in many places
o, Babel, tell me why?
The world a noisy multitude
so many voices in the air
our understanding still so crude
o, Babel, how did you dare?
Was it wrong choices, lost faith
that rang for you the doomsday-bell
couldn't say what your destiny made
but Babel, you fell!
most of them I cannot tell
was it faith or peoples choices
o, Babel, why did you fell?
You tower of the races
your ruin still a cry
you fell in many places
o, Babel, tell me why?
The world a noisy multitude
so many voices in the air
our understanding still so crude
o, Babel, how did you dare?
Was it wrong choices, lost faith
that rang for you the doomsday-bell
couldn't say what your destiny made
but Babel, you fell!
Een eeuwige herinnering.
In je ogen zie ik een vage schim gereflecteerd
van het kaarslicht dat eenzaam brandt in de stille nacht.
Achter deze schim de herinnering van voorbij, van verleden
van geweest en weg.
Eeuwen zijn voorbij gegaan
ja, nu ik erover nadenk, eeuwen zijn het geweest.
Eeuwen verlangen, eeuwen hoop, eeuwen pijn
eeuwen niet leven, eeuwen niet dood
eeuwen van wachten op…
Al eeuwen is het dat deze kaars voor je brand
eeuwen van diamanten tot zand
en al eeuwen zit ik hier
met je schedel in m’n hand…
van het kaarslicht dat eenzaam brandt in de stille nacht.
Achter deze schim de herinnering van voorbij, van verleden
van geweest en weg.
Eeuwen zijn voorbij gegaan
ja, nu ik erover nadenk, eeuwen zijn het geweest.
Eeuwen verlangen, eeuwen hoop, eeuwen pijn
eeuwen niet leven, eeuwen niet dood
eeuwen van wachten op…
Al eeuwen is het dat deze kaars voor je brand
eeuwen van diamanten tot zand
en al eeuwen zit ik hier
met je schedel in m’n hand…
And so the sun rises.
And so ...
so the sun rises to welcome the day
to melt the clouds away and to throw the lucky dices
And so ...
so the sun noons, half the day is gone
the birds are singing happy as the dices run
And so ...
so the sun descents to kiss the day good-bye
to give the moonlight sigh and to count the dices’ dents
And so ...
so the sun reflects on moon to shine into the night
upon the dices shines the light, fortune not to soon
so the sun rises to welcome the day
to melt the clouds away and to throw the lucky dices
And so ...
so the sun noons, half the day is gone
the birds are singing happy as the dices run
And so ...
so the sun descents to kiss the day good-bye
to give the moonlight sigh and to count the dices’ dents
And so ...
so the sun reflects on moon to shine into the night
upon the dices shines the light, fortune not to soon
Content love.
Lets content love- our lives the daily circle 'round the sun-
but content no more love
strive in thrill nor thrilling weep
all be as all was love- in sensation of the life unborn-
as was before love
only sleep!
What so wild and free- on the winds of change atwirling-
as words are?
in thrill for I and thou
in debate and strive- in ups and downs in termics curling-
as birds are
hawk on bough!
See the creature- with thine eye unfold apeeking-
through the shadows stalking
all the while the time we speak!
Hush and hide- in each others arms the seeking-
in close connect the talking
cheek on cheek!
Whatever could be so false and wrong- words that flow from lips unspoken-
so false as truth is
false to I or false to thee?
Where the poison- that leaves the souls abroken-
of the serpents tooth is
shun the tree.
Where the apple among the leaves- on the tree of Knowledge grits-
now reddens
never look for it or pry-
lest we loose our good- may loose our fruits and heritage-
and our Edens,
Adam and I.
Be a god to me in thrill- teach me the way divine-
and hold me
with a lingering charm!
Be a woman to me in thrill- let our love now intertwine-
and fold me
with thine arm!
Teach me ways of gods- the ways of joy and pleasure-
only teach, love!
As I to know ought
I will speak in truth- for all the gods to measure-
and thrill thy speech, love,
think thy thought.
Meet without a question- but ask whatever on thy mind-
if thou require it,
both of lingering demands,
laying in thrill- bound in thy magical bind-
my flesh and spirit
in thy hands.
That shall be the day- for us the earth shall stop spinning-
to come to-morrow
not the day to-day to-night.
I must for now- go back to this rocks beginning-
and bury sorrow
out of sight.
Must a strive with I- so I must a hesitant smile-
and little weep love
(Foolish me!)
and so in lingering thrill- in thy save arms and loving gile-
fall asleep love
loved by thee.
but content no more love
strive in thrill nor thrilling weep
all be as all was love- in sensation of the life unborn-
as was before love
only sleep!
What so wild and free- on the winds of change atwirling-
as words are?
in thrill for I and thou
in debate and strive- in ups and downs in termics curling-
as birds are
hawk on bough!
See the creature- with thine eye unfold apeeking-
through the shadows stalking
all the while the time we speak!
Hush and hide- in each others arms the seeking-
in close connect the talking
cheek on cheek!
Whatever could be so false and wrong- words that flow from lips unspoken-
so false as truth is
false to I or false to thee?
Where the poison- that leaves the souls abroken-
of the serpents tooth is
shun the tree.
Where the apple among the leaves- on the tree of Knowledge grits-
now reddens
never look for it or pry-
lest we loose our good- may loose our fruits and heritage-
and our Edens,
Adam and I.
Be a god to me in thrill- teach me the way divine-
and hold me
with a lingering charm!
Be a woman to me in thrill- let our love now intertwine-
and fold me
with thine arm!
Teach me ways of gods- the ways of joy and pleasure-
only teach, love!
As I to know ought
I will speak in truth- for all the gods to measure-
and thrill thy speech, love,
think thy thought.
Meet without a question- but ask whatever on thy mind-
if thou require it,
both of lingering demands,
laying in thrill- bound in thy magical bind-
my flesh and spirit
in thy hands.
That shall be the day- for us the earth shall stop spinning-
to come to-morrow
not the day to-day to-night.
I must for now- go back to this rocks beginning-
and bury sorrow
out of sight.
Must a strive with I- so I must a hesitant smile-
and little weep love
(Foolish me!)
and so in lingering thrill- in thy save arms and loving gile-
fall asleep love
loved by thee.
Live, don't be liven.
Rest not upon the souls of the restless.
I know you walk your path upon a weary road,
small and treacherous,
with the promise of heaven on your right,
the sight of hell on your left,
and the Angel of Death behind you,
tracing your steps.
Strengthen yourself with the thought
that both past and future
come forth out of the now.
Only the moment counts,
and then the next step.
Not the horizon before you,
the emptiness behind,
or the sights and promises beside you.
Find your strength in your own heart,
in your own soul,
and not those of the restless.
Live,
don't be liven…
I know you walk your path upon a weary road,
small and treacherous,
with the promise of heaven on your right,
the sight of hell on your left,
and the Angel of Death behind you,
tracing your steps.
Strengthen yourself with the thought
that both past and future
come forth out of the now.
Only the moment counts,
and then the next step.
Not the horizon before you,
the emptiness behind,
or the sights and promises beside you.
Find your strength in your own heart,
in your own soul,
and not those of the restless.
Live,
don't be liven…
Tragedy & Triumph
If you cannot conquer you inner demons, then a life of a hundred years can be a tragedy.
But if you do, then a life of a day can be a triumph.
But if you do, then a life of a day can be a triumph.
Miracle
Geniality is a concept of the mind, imagination a concept of the soul.
And where these two ends meet, miracles are born...
Silently I weep
The lights of the on the blanket of snow reflected rays of the sun
dance a sad dance on the sill of my window through which I look outside and think of you.
It's a dance intermittent.
Just like the many threads of thoughts of you that play through my head
and make me feel a tat more greyer then a shady grade of blue.
It's not easy being smittend.
The sad tones of a violin tearing throught the boxes of my music-centre
feed the tears that I feel are beginning to well.
Quiet rivers run deep.
The night again has left me with an enstranged sense of loneliness
that takes hold of my heart and festers to a swell.
Silently I weep.
dance a sad dance on the sill of my window through which I look outside and think of you.
It's a dance intermittent.
Just like the many threads of thoughts of you that play through my head
and make me feel a tat more greyer then a shady grade of blue.
It's not easy being smittend.
The sad tones of a violin tearing throught the boxes of my music-centre
feed the tears that I feel are beginning to well.
Quiet rivers run deep.
The night again has left me with an enstranged sense of loneliness
that takes hold of my heart and festers to a swell.
Silently I weep.
Murder of Crows
1 Crow bad news
2 Crows myrth
3 Crows a wedding
4 Crows a birth
5 Crows for riches
6 Crows a thief
7 Crows a journey
8 Crows for grief
9 Crows a secret
10 Crows for sorrow
11 Crows for love
12 Crows good day tomorrow.
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