Tuesday, October 20. 2009
One Night Ahead
Friday, October 16. 2009
Left, Right and Centre
We argue. Lacerate felt-lined hats. Using
The pieces to proof each other so wrong
Or right, or this or another, and who may fill
The streets towards East any better just for
A lousy benefit of a planned brother.
All history is to fulfil itself, though. Right
Or wrong, here and now, and not even alike,
We constantly give away what is ours keeping
The sorrow alive. The insights do belong
To you keeping us company, while what's
Acquired is just as useful to us as a present
Even if we're never naked or hurt or devasted
For you, though, you impress where I will express,
We handle a certain truth between us, for there is
Not one way, and never right and left without centre.
© 2009
The pieces to proof each other so wrong
Or right, or this or another, and who may fill
The streets towards East any better just for
A lousy benefit of a planned brother.
All history is to fulfil itself, though. Right
Or wrong, here and now, and not even alike,
We constantly give away what is ours keeping
The sorrow alive. The insights do belong
To you keeping us company, while what's
Acquired is just as useful to us as a present
Even if we're never naked or hurt or devasted
For you, though, you impress where I will express,
We handle a certain truth between us, for there is
Not one way, and never right and left without centre.
© 2009
Thursday, October 15. 2009
phantom's transposition
I think she drove away when far too
close she needs to draw some ink
where all her weeds dried up like flowers
finally losing all their sense of time
their winter is a time of needs when
closeness does no longer scare her more
then she is used to as she learns that
some new folks say he knows even more
right there, as soon as she is he they're
only swapping pronouns but they won't
begrudge each other any longer, now it's
weal and woe! the whoop which I will cry
© 2009
close she needs to draw some ink
where all her weeds dried up like flowers
finally losing all their sense of time
their winter is a time of needs when
closeness does no longer scare her more
then she is used to as she learns that
some new folks say he knows even more
right there, as soon as she is he they're
only swapping pronouns but they won't
begrudge each other any longer, now it's
weal and woe! the whoop which I will cry
© 2009
Wednesday, October 14. 2009
it's fear
it's not that chaos
we live
not knowledge
or hunger
love or duty
not tasks or sorrow
hate, pride, cruelty
meaning
greed, phlegm, envy
not pleasure
rage, relation
not pity or clarity
not humour, sense
or felowny
not power and not
contentment
it's nothing but
fear that keeps you
alive
© 2009
we live
not knowledge
or hunger
love or duty
not tasks or sorrow
hate, pride, cruelty
meaning
greed, phlegm, envy
not pleasure
rage, relation
not pity or clarity
not humour, sense
or felowny
not power and not
contentment
it's nothing but
fear that keeps you
alive
© 2009
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