Poems
Bandage me –
so I be not moving
so that I be still
Me – kept apart from Her
in me – be free
so that I be nurtured
with white sustenance through –
There be the times I tend to forget
I begged Them for bending me –
for imbedding Me
in my ...
so I be not moving
so that I be still
Me – kept apart from Her
in me – be free
so that I be nurtured
with white sustenance through –
There be the times I tend to forget
I begged Them for bending me –
for imbedding Me
in my ...
"At the fall a tree got naked
I was starring from my window,
when the day was almost gone
And i can't help it,
but somehow i knew
i went too far,
yet came to nowhere"
I was starring from my window,
when the day was almost gone
And i can't help it,
but somehow i knew
i went too far,
yet came to nowhere"
Having no will to live –
Wanting to want
Longing to long
for life
between my fingers
empty fault
full of void
full of pain
whose fault is it now –
For those that lived to die
for them, I´ll try – to-day
and yet I feel nothing
my sens...
Wanting to want
Longing to long
for life
between my fingers
empty fault
full of void
full of pain
whose fault is it now –
For those that lived to die
for them, I´ll try – to-day
and yet I feel nothing
my sens...
I won´t tell – no one
No body is mine
I´m nobody´s
body
I borrowed it in a shop
of pretence
to pretend I am –
I don´t tell anybody
what I am
for I am scared
to Be.
burnt at the stake
with my sisters
I love fire but
hate the smo...
No body is mine
I´m nobody´s
body
I borrowed it in a shop
of pretence
to pretend I am –
I don´t tell anybody
what I am
for I am scared
to Be.
burnt at the stake
with my sisters
I love fire but
hate the smo...
I may have gone too far
from life
like an astronaut that aimed for the moon
ending up among stars
unknown
unknowingly
a lonely wanderer
let us wonder
whence he came
he won´t tell us
for he don´t remember
only a cloudy memory,
a piece ...
from life
like an astronaut that aimed for the moon
ending up among stars
unknown
unknowingly
a lonely wanderer
let us wonder
whence he came
he won´t tell us
for he don´t remember
only a cloudy memory,
a piece ...
You were there to see me shine
And now it's like nevermind
Well, I guess that I was blind
Don't worry I can see
You do not believe in me
And now it's like nevermind
Well, I guess that I was blind
Don't worry I can see
You do not believe in me
Aesthetification is a process by which
we ascribe a value – to the world
according to the measurement
we have made up half-sleeping
and halfs-awake are killing
themselves
rather than the sleepers
who muse in their dreams
which scatter – reality...
we ascribe a value – to the world
according to the measurement
we have made up half-sleeping
and halfs-awake are killing
themselves
rather than the sleepers
who muse in their dreams
which scatter – reality...
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