In manners and shapes of only beauty
dreaming of the monumental order of things
a massive strength hides subtle duty
stealing you far to other lands
as life and beauty have no borders
but complement in reminiscence
for pure and precious inner sense.

Es tanzt im Kreis das Schwergewicht
herauf und schaukelt gerne,
Nester aneinander liegen dicht,
streuen Licht und Wärme.

Führt vom Stamm bis Zweige
Bewohner durch die grüne Schicht,
gerührt vom Licht der Bleibe,
ein Lächeln im Leben, das Gewicht
des Baumes schönen Leibe.

break apart in many ways
but split in half
the conscious stays

lend me other rooms
leave my mind extending
willingly i take
but consciously i'm fading

Like smoke I will rise
with the wind in my wings
too far away from the ground
too high to ever come down

dissimilate.

Doch manchmal fällt ein Licht
durchdringt die tiefen Schatten
auf das Herz im Kreis und bricht
der Wille wahrt im matten.

You wanna spend forever
somewhere nothing matters?

Vom bild der lippen
so vergeben,
Vom duft der haut
so eingenommen,
dass sich ein gefühl einstellt für die ewigkeit-
die dann doch zerronnen.

hide so well
deny the light
catch your thoughts
move on.

you fell from grace
hiding in my shade

you spent your time
denying my light

crawl back to your
hole of illusions.

wieder entreisst ein sturm
den dingen ihren sinn
wieder entledigt die hülle
sich seinem kern
und wieder fällt wie graues flieder
ein tiefer schleier ab
und streicht und beisst das gefieder
bis der schwere es unterlag

Eternal rains will come
Healing wounds of longest run

Lovely blind, warmest precious rain
Comfort my soul, set me through the pain

Theres nothing at all that makes me feel the same

Eternal rains will come
Healing wounds of longest run

embarrassed in circumstance.
the day’s to leave a fail.
you’re such a warrior,
selling the pale.
this is wrong, this is wrong–

as one by one closes borders,
out of control–
listen carefully, sin of sound, carefully.
no turn around, carefully.
shine a light, turn it right.
shine a light, tonight–

out of my dream, they fill up the gas,
wrongfully, am i strong enough?
pile up my insanity.
far side, bottom up,
neglect it–
nights as detectors,
this is my security.



turn it right, here,
take, the walking of the symphony.
just the sound,
to leave the cave.
there is no war in us.
shine free, gentile.

just go ahead,
room down,
the borderline’s by my side.
i leave behind,
as a visible warrior.
shine free, gentile–
i turn it right.

Taking a hit- realising in pain-
this might end not well.
Finding hope- aware of the smoke-
in the heavy rain.
Falling down on your skin.

Feeling numb by your own pain:
your lungs are too thin.

Is heaven this?
out of sight, slightly subtile, strangely stride
to enhance but not to wide
it's body, becoming what
we think it has been and will ever be
our deepest thoughts and tears to believe.

Smoke, so thick you can feel me saying
words, that silence in dust

Hold, your breath to absorb the rising
clouds, of **bro-ken trust

the pain, my friend
never fails me
never ends.

comes to words
as if it could speak
itself

when on other days
not saying anything
i hardly believe i'll ever be healed

again

Beg to differ in senseless unions
Headache, teeth bleed and furious

Mocking unable shallow figure
Burning tragic yellow creature

Pretending manners in ease
Of nonsense the cheapest

Repeating false words
To believe in round pieces

ich bin eben perfektionist
alles ist möglich aber tun will ich nichts
es rechtfertigt meine unvollkommenheit
zu sagen: “eigentlich wärs noch besser gemeint”
bewusst über dem *******br>natürlich resistent der kritik,
denn ich bin eben perfektionist,
und mehr als das, das tu ich nicht

claim the lands as borderless
find yourself in peace
feel the calmness in your chest
abandon your beliefs

letting it go too far over
whispering lines none too sober
deep into superficial radical concerns
but the comfort theme overall well stirred
fulfilling holes by plain symbolic gestures
miming intentions in meaningless false truths–

eyes on the pistol, the cure as a symbol.

Hold the axe on hand
you won't be left behind

hope for remedies
you will need to survive

leaving home
aware of the clouds
rolling in waves
aroused by anger
i am done.

lift my feet upon the ground
the poisoned earth
a familiar place
i am done.

cold wind is shaking trees
their clothes got bombed
but i have no fear
i am done.
losing my mind but not my will
the world collapses but i am still
iam done.

welcome to the end of world
you're standing to an open ground.
can you feel the wind in your hair
the skin over your bones

welcome to the end of world
where nothing matters but time
you're standing to the open ground
just to feel alive.

Forever in trouble for arts sake
for people's duties and mistakes
but soft and pure the plan is drawn
with hands like feathers but mouths as claws.

since forever, wind I break.
waves I take, sun I shade.

standing alone, on the edge of the world.

I am the mountain.

since forever, wide I see.
trees I heal, fields I shield.

standing alone, on the edge of the world.

I am the mountain.

who will see my stones?
who will scape my forms?

since so long
so long
alone

when bad weather comes,
exposed to heavy storms,
i am concrete my dear,
heart of stone i swear!
heart of stone!

I am the mountain.

tell me do you like the machine?
you spend mondays in the sun?

where do you belong?
whom do you conform?

...did we reach the sun?
...where are we from?

who are you to speak
that the wires would be weak
that the system works anyway?

the machine produces anything

want to see what's underneath it?
deepest creatures you won't believe it...
no truth to be told.
no truth to be told.

let's close the deal.
some weeks off, a free meal.
you don't know what to do anyway.

but as on sundays,
lying in your chair,
fishing in the blue sea
still not knowing, (anything)
how deep it really is
but left as you catched a fish.

Lass uns mit jedem *******und atemzug, die luft, die weht, als glück verspüren, um auch beseelt in zeiten segeln zu können, in denen uns das glück nicht gegönnen.

restless still the days will fly
sleep well you chalk teeth mind

With words and meanings
neglect is heaven
painted substance
damaged matter




But witness the beauty
light up connections
ignite the passion
spiral the conscious

concious of curves and bowls
that **** you under

not minding the hole
but buried for wonder

You're my favourite

but we're fading

There must have been
another one here
that folds into
a better
ending.

Unfold blind in sheer despair
******* your fingers, dance away

Lost in shapes and tragedies
but clear in heart and mind

unfold blind
in sheer despair
******* your fingers
dance away
stutter when asked
if you're ok
just a little cold
but unafraid

“solch ein zufall”

pech *******so gemein:
gemeint ist die wahrscheinlichkeit,
des schicksals vermeintlich befreit,
(weil wenn etwas schicksal ist,
glaubt man der statistik nicht)
das kann nur ein zufall sein.

und solch ein zufall-
“das kann nur schicksal sein.”