Monat: April 2014

Seifenblase ~

Hab von dir geträumt, mal wieder.
Es war schön, Gefühle kamen von ganz tief drinn langsam hoch, wie früher.
Du warst im Bus, saßt mir gegenüber.
Lächeltest mir verstohlen rüber.

Und ich?
Ich saß da, wie immer.
Genoß dein Spiel, von Lippen und Augenlieder.
Brauchte nie was sagen.
Dein Anblick gab mir immer mehr, als alle erdenklichen Farben.
Ob warm, kalt. Hell oder dunkel.

Für mich war all dein sein, liebliches gefunkel.

Odyssey

A curtain to my eyes
Penalty I seek to disguise
The fruits of an engrossing mind
Wipe the dust of our windows
Bring in the new light

Everything isn’t enough
All that crawls, bound to desires and their lust
We are here
We are here
To harvest the fruits of our endeavours
That we’ve been waiting for ever

Sail us away from the demons
We didn’t wake
But a quiet conscience sleeps in thunder
A quiet conscience sleeps in thunder
No one dares to question, don’t you wonder?

We are ready to take in the lightning
Bring in the lightning
Bring in the lightning
We are more frightning
Give in
Bring in the lightning
We are more frightning

Into every life a little rain must fall
Here we are
And autumn follows

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Was bist du wenn du kein Mensch bist?
Wenn deine Taten nur ein Trend sind?
Wenn deine Aussagen verblenden?
Und deine Wege, in deinen eigenen Sackgassen enden?
Du Krampf der Moderne, was macht dich aus?

Ambiguität baut wohl kein Haus.
Aber du isst dich satt, an dem anonymen Schmaus.
Eines von vielen, ohne Dach und ohne Dielen.

Ongoing upgrind

What is worth the deal
When the end is a book with seven seals?

Roaming on the surface of the sun
You search for your jaws and tongue
With efforts only spoken by the drunk
Believing the sun already sunk

We think the same
Speak the same
But your actions tell a different game
Lend me a hand, only a fool would reject
When he faces the depth

But what if a fool
Never spoke to the living?
Never learned from the dead?
Resting his fate in the hands of the shades
Speaken a language of decadence and wealth
What if your where in his place?
For what reason would you crave?

Roaming on the surface of the sun
You search for your jaws and tongue
With efforts only spoken by the drunk
Believing the sun already sunk

Symphony of Agriope

Once upon a time
I found a tiny light
Gracefull touch to a lonely kind
Unknown I was bound to a failed attempt of life
I tried to forgive, a young soul embracing the depth
A closet full of skeletons, an incosistent mass

Oh dear I tried my best
Please believe me I tried my best

Giving my nights, my prays and my days
I couldn’t find a way to heal your ache
It hurts to see the maze
Around your heartshaped case
But I couldn’t find a way to heal your ache

How dare I fail to the promises we’ve made?

So I let you run away
In hope you might find your place
A better one
Far from the maze, engufling your heartshaped case

And I know you are suffering in the distance
The nymph sing your symphony in the tree
What is wrong, what is right?
Maybe there was no perfect way to find

But I do not assume to exchange your piece of heart with another kind
You have your place in mine
You have your place in mine

Surrounded by overfloating islands,
Fear shrinked mountains into silence