put in reject

It is what it is
This is how it goes
Vows are vows
Imagine the chaos that could squander
Pale skin wonder
Kiss my ass goodbye

Don’t let it go
The mass is washing ashore
Breaking skulls and cracking thumbs
With every wave that comes crashing down
Crush it down

And while you slave away remember who is having a better day right now
Remember who is having the better day right now
Fuck ‚em all
Fuck ‚em all
The grass is greener because it is
Fuck ‚em all

We are in hell and I’m supposed to push the box
No
Orgys, massacres and feasts for everyone
Orgys, massacres and feasts for everyone
No remorse
I want my moneys worth, the death, the bloodshed and slavelabor
No remorse, I’m not satisfied with discounted pale skin doctrine
Or sexual trauma court, called family plans mobbing, the fetus of the porge to get a job
No
Tick, tick, tick let them ride into the deserts where they want to wage the wars
Pale skin doctrine naturally allergic to the sand, phenotype not adaptable to the condition they have sown

You are not a soldier, but a pawn
You are not a patriot, but a serve
You are not a hero, but a curling stone

And while you slave away remember who is having a better day right now
Remember who is having the better day right now
Fuck ‚em all
Fuck ‚em all
The grass is greener because it is
Fuck ‚em all

beyond the traveling light

From the unknown masses
To the garden of the last bees
We’re but a petty creed
Can you spell me out my caskets name to illuminate the crowd
You never know your cowardice personally
Until you take her out
Penalties and depts be damned
All the bonds that make me frown
No matter how thick they’ve grown
Are’nt we friends Horatio?
It’s nothing personal
Only time has shown we’re not better then the shun out
So please fill my perforated teeth with your wisdom, to bend my knee

The churches are shut down
Where am I supposed to go now?
Tiny hands show me the way to the busy street
I’m welcome where no one can see me sleep
Heap me to my destiny

I’ve picked the infantile
I love the sophistry
I’m the bastard to be unborn again and again
I only see masters where there is mastery
No amendment in abandonment
The only chance I know is the second one
„So shall I get rid of it?“
„No way in hell!“
He said with uncertainty
A lovely cancer has begotten her
To haunt her ‚til the very end
Come embrace me one last time
Before my tears will drown a figment of infancy

The churches are shut down
Where am I supposed to go now?
Tiny hands show me the way to the busy street
I’m welcome where no one can see me sleep
Heap me to my destiny

There is no escape
My love will be unanswered
While my lies and imperfections come to a conclusion
I’ve betrayed my friends and loved ones
The only back I can’t stab is my own
The only back I can’t stab is my fucking own
Please ring the bell for me one last time
I just love the sound of my life ticking by
Shut the doors, clean the porch before the dog comes strolling nigh
Waiting to be shot, a headache gone, a relieving sigh

guantanamo

I built a prison for death
It said:“ I was here before, you can’t hold me back.“
I lay desert sand around the hopeless isle
„No gnarshing sound when I come around.“ remarked the bonesome pile
Every window in my home I make a mirror prism
„I love your optimistic pessimism.“ laughed the blackness iridescent
So lay the tower now to rest, all your empires I do best.

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

empty fountain pen

I hate to write this down
Not for the fact that we’ve met
But for the reason
I feel glee in this god damn mid summer season

And I thought how hard can it be?
To patch into your homespun T, your frugal being
What else would someone need?
I really do not know
Maybe you could have made me see

Predator eyes
What a disgusting sight
I just wanted to have some strawberry ice
With you and maybe a lovely time
My lips sealed with nickel and dime
With you and maybe a lovely time

When you will never read this
I want at least the universe not to miss
That I wrote something genuine about an empty fountain pen

nu politics

Peace is the new war
Freedom is the new imprisonment
Allies are our new enemies
Helping is hurting
And words our nuclear weaponary

Life the new currency
Privacy is not your property
Politics is the new industry
And news are the fossil to the fuel of this machine

Snatch the last bits you can get
I have a different skin color yes
But at the end of the days we will have the same class
Share the same sweat
When the clouds have become tear-gas

dwatt

don’t worry about the tsunami

When the bees and birds
Are falling out‘ the sky
When death is stranding
At your lovely holiday isle

When lilacs and orchids
Loose their fervent smell
When your favourite food
Rotts beneath the plastic shell

You can call me Ishmael

The aliens in your dreams
Become reality
Watch out
For the black suits showing up at midnight
October 30, 1938 was the day they arrived

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