Freitag

Moments full of colour so intense...


you know,
it’s quite strange
there are moments
when all the senses I’ve got
just doesn’t seem enough
where I feel like 
I can’t stand it
to not feel this
right now
right here
more intensively 
where I feel a bit ashamed
of being, just being
moments full of colour
so intense
that I feel like 
I’m a little kid again
that is staring out of a window 
and somehow
seemed to see more colours 
than anybody else
moments when that 
certain melody falls 
and everything else 
seems to be forgotten
everything else
seems to have
stopped

Donnerstag

ribonucleic acid


sugar ☞ phosphate
ragus ☞ etahpsohp
graus ⚛ phetashop


Dienstag

Sonntag

Binary Art Beat 2.0


no 
black
no
white
no
here
no
there
just
in
ter
fer
ence
eve
ryw
here


Freitag

WorldWideWaves



Wicked Wild Cats
Weird Wild-Eyed Sisters
Wise Websters 
Word Witches

Walking Wild Wise 
Wolfish Ways
Webbing Word Waves
Waving Wonders


*inspired  by Mary Daly          

Mittwoch

Licked Games


I licked your blood It was so sweet Your furry leg My loving lips We're now united You and me Quantum entanglement Of the free We're phantasies of atoms Slaves of bacteria Gravity shaped structure Children of Utopia

Samstag

Not born on fourth of June


my angel my angel 
if you’d have grown up
I’d have wanted you 
to drink from the plenty cup
my never born angel, my never born angel
my angel, my angel as time roles by
I’d have wanted you to fly
with wings held high
I’d have wanted you to live 
out of your hearts core
even if it takes us to burn our egos for
my never born angel, my never born angel
Now lie away, lie away sleeping
Lie away safe in my arms
Your father & mother protected you
And locked you safe from all harms
my never born angel I feel so glad
You'll never have troubles I ever had
When out of men's hearts all hate has gone
you will come back and forever live on
my never born angel, my never born angel …

Mittwoch

Cry-Over Rays


CryOver Rays

sometimes I cry 
over the towns
I used to call my homes
sometimes I cry
over the marks
you left between my pelvic bones
sometimes I cry
over the ghosts
that roam within our outraged souls

sometimes you cry
over the pain
you wouldn’t dare to name
sometimes you cry
over the void
that loomed when turned away
sometimes we cry
over the life
that never lived - was thrown away

but every night
there is a ray 
of warm, red-golden light
when I lay down 
you’re by my side
no doubt - it feels so right!
you hold me warm
you touch my heart
I fall straight into peace
when I wake up 
the vision fades
but I still feel released