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?

 

 

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

serpenthood

If I can’t be your servant
We’ll forever be chasing serpents

Unintelligable, I rather loathe six feet under
Going down your throat, living in your bowel
Then have my skull cracked asunder
Have your skin as a towel
For my tears to be the rain to your thunder

If I can’t be your servant
We’ll forever be chasing serpents

I know how it all came to be
A self fulfilling prophecy
When we first met I told you
„There will be a hug that breaks our necks“
Good riddance, the ticking distance
Is all it came to be

If I can’t be your servant
I’ll rather be inadvertant
The most zealous of serpents
The most zealous of serpents

alptraumkegel

Hinaufgejagt werde ich von diesem hundegleichen Mensch,
den Dorn der Existenz.

Wüsste ich was ich sah, glaube mir, ich läge es brach.
Zu füßen lag ihm das Kleid des Leids.
Und um den Halse herum lag noch mehr, seidengleich.
Seine Spitze immer zu fern, nicht zugänglich.
Zu schwach und nicht umbaut, einfach unempfänglich.
Nur eine Vorstellung in meinem Kopf, jedoch nie erblickt.
Wer weiß schon schon wovon man spricht.

Gehetzt zum Kegelturme Grund von des menschengleichen Hund.
Ist es Spiel? Warum dann Schaum vorm Mund?
Zwischen seinen fetzen Fell, Momente der Nackheit.
Ich sehe kränkliche, zerbrechliche Menschheit.

Hier am Grunde verstecke ich mich unter deinem Kleid.
Als ob es mich schützt vor der hetzenden Hässlichkeit.
Also wieder hinauf? Hat es mich doch gepackt bevor ich wieder beginne meinen Lauf.
Kahl und still steht er da, der zwei Ebenen Kegel.
Bemannt von diesem menschengleichen Flegel.