journalism is dead

Down from this lonely mountain
I gracefully descend
A golden sunset crowning my head
Scars of castigation ornate my feeble back

Into the noise I step
Noble truth never sounded so much like regret
Role your eyes into your skull, tell me what you find
A man made tabernacel crossing the silver line

Sit next to me silence
I wan to know how you smell down here, how you sound
Your royalty speaks of abscence, or is it abstinence of lies?
At least you’re colorblind

Wash your hands before they see the stains
Of mortal man changing ink with the ordained
If you want a front row seat you better step over that body
They throw out the crashing plane

An old man says to me
„Go back to where you came from.
I for one will stay with the prayers and songs that turn greed into lead.“
I frown in disbelief, the wildfire still hasn’t reached this glade.
Old fool; journalism is dead.

 

 

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krähen im mondlicht

Krächzen im gelogenen Mondlicht
Schwingen im Zwielicht
Ich vibriere im kosmischen Nichts

Umarmung in der Stille
Du bist das Fenster und ich die Zwille
Die das Glas zerbricht

Einer von vielen auf den Dächern dieser Stadt
Warten auf das Ende des Sommers, damit ich endlich gehen kann, Verlassen
Wie den Baum das Blatt

Die nackte, kalte Hand auf meinem Rücken
Wird zur Faust, Stein und Holz sind meine Knochen
Nur noch der Glanz des Elfenbeinturms kann mich entzücken
Und der Duft von frischem Fleisch kann mich locken

bodysnatcher (pothos)

No look and no touch can reverse time
And if Ceasers wounds could’nt speak, yours won’t even language in signs

Along this lonely creek you will find yourself
Mirror mirror tell me, mirror mirror tell me
My soul is hermaphrodite, but the body doesn’t match the mind
What am I?

The nidus of existence, an indifferent prediction
Everything in it’s right place, everything in it’s right place
Only a thanatophobe can be in love with this phrase
But you just want to be in love anyway

No one cares about their gifts
As long as they have them, as long as they fit

Along this lonely creek you will find yourself
Mirror mirror tell me, mirror mirror tell me
My soul is hermaphrodite, but the body doesn’t match the mind
What am I?

 

 

looking like a lamb

Tell me when you had enough
Pussy honey, sob story stuff
Tell me when you had enough
Of those wolf teeth hand cuffs

I don’t even know what freedom tastes like
But I’m still hungry to find out, still aroused
When fawn eyes rest themselfes in my clinched fists
Like that is something I would miss

Tell me when you had enough
Pussy honey, sob story stuff
Tell me when you had enough
Of those wolf teeth hand cuffs

Maybe one day we can clink our bloody cups
Picture how it turned out
‚Till then I’d rather be a wolf then a pup
What you call pack, I call crowd
Let me levitate the profane, while you prefer the profound
I’m good, you can bury yourself now
Don’t look like a lamb, when you’re surrounded by the fucking hounds

cyber buddhism

Hold me back
Prudence tells me to obstain
From my child like wonder
In this fragile world

Snapped in half
Lay I bare
The harmful ways my brain resolves itself
Am I
Am I
Am I the tissue that holds this all together?
Like witnessing tears in the rain

Hold me back
Prudence tells me to obstain
From my child like wonder
In this fragile world

Are you in there somewhere?
Do we conversate?
Or is it someone else?
If so, please lend me a hand
I’m melting away
In this unknown space

There is nothing to change and nothing to form
Only the horizon bends when you relief your eyes from your hands

the waters surface

Captivated by ripples in the water
Softly wind is molding my skin
Dancing trees share their bearing
With every breathing kin

Swirls in the water
Enchanted by the wind
Make me dizzy dizzy, like running along giant fingerprints
My head is singing along with orchestral leafy canopys
Pebbels hugging the earth the earth yea the earth beneath my feet

If I slip now I might shatter
Spread out falling back, in and on to the ground

[I hope you still call it teenage angst when you’re 25
So I can feel young, naive and contrived]
Crawling back into the womb I found myself and everyone else
The man I want to be but I’d rather not
‚cause I might trip neck deep into knot (knot after knot?)

It’s the waters surface calling me in
You’re late boy
We’re sinking to the lowest low
You’ll feel quiet at home

The shame is creeping up
Piercing like hot needles through my brain
Sterilizing bit by bit as fish is caught by the crane

the deconstructionist

Day by day I’m losing sight
Awaiting the moment I’ll be blind
The fears that made me human
Only fractured senses craving inbound
Sparks in a desintegrating arc

In these tiny rooms I caved in
The space inside me
A Kafka-esque villian
With steps that soar
And doors that pore
Into cipher

Day by day I’m losing sight
Awaiting the moment I’ll be blind
The fears that made me human
Only fractured senses craving inbound
Sparks in a desintegrating arc

Ties are loosening
Fingerprints, my only offspring
No feelings left behind
Words couldn’t express what was on my mind

Vanish
Vanish
Vanish
Vanish

From conscience to conscience
We swept upon eachother
Beyond boundaries of possibillites
Creating history

As we sought you out
All we’ve found was sand in our hands
And infinity above our deathbeds
Piercing the endless darkness with Apollos arrowheads

For the longest time tracing back the snow into the clouds
Where war is waiting to be found
Tell me I’ve learned
I do better
I’ve learned
I do better
But hunger is stronger
And the dread of comfort wants to conquer
A self-serving monger

Ideals are dead
Fetish will flourish
Until next time we pick up our heads
Out of the current
Now we’ve learned
We’ll do better
We’ve learned
We’ll do better
Whatever is better
Whatever is better

They did not abandon us
We got rid of them
Let the age of humans begin