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Katzenberg Jul 2014
From far away has come
what lies beneath Dreamworld~
Inimical insomnia rises from below.
Lyrical temperance painted on walls,
walls of wonder, walls of gold.

Perseverance seizes my dryness
written alone with kitten ink~
And steals these sentiments of shyness
Speaking with an internal imp,
Rhythmical synthesis, words suddenly cringe.

And slowly we become rivers,
we become photographs without sun~
I release my eyes on your throat,
Reflections without borders,
******* behind God.

My decadence prayed for madness,
and knock on thine heavenly doors~
But what are we but just a lonely song?
A little music lost, a melody untold
But all and by all, we were just like tracks in the snow.
Katzenberg Jul 2014
Take my kiss, when you want to fly,
Here's my soul, if you like to stroll,
  I offer my hands, in case of you fall.
Nothing in this world is worthy,
No galaxy has such beauty,
  like the one I see in your breath.

I give you these eyes, when you need a mirror,
Have this box, to guard your loneliness,
  Take my fate with you, for you can believe.
I find nothing so beautiful in this world.
Not stars, nor universes compare
  To the light that you irradiate within me.

No desire in me could have been so pure,
So calm, like your wind through out my fingers,
  Like the flowers that grow in your voice.
I plea to my rest, by the kindness I see when you smile,
But it wasn't an illusion, or happens to be another dream?
  Because I find Love, the most beautiful drug.
Katzenberg Jul 2014
Streams and some remains,
Nothing soars around this vessel,
it feels just like blood stains;
reality is just a sick game.

Invisible particles of light
that reach their critical mass;
and suddenly explode outside.
(…and suddenly burst in my mind.)

Wander across barren wastelands,
Drifting throughout burning planets.
Come to me whatever you do,
Wherever you are, come with me.

I can see through an empty soul,
carving the black pits that singe inside;
blending the coldness of your foreign heart,
your trust in me can be my demise.

Stones raining from below,
darkness surrounds my scars;
the glasses of this artificial frigate are not bullet proof.
(…the windows of my ship are not ice-static proof.)

And remain in silence,
and forever believing,
that my love is against you
and my hate is loving you.
Katzenberg Jul 2014
Liquid fears, fears that are strangled,
strangled beneath my feet.
Will be there another chance to live?
Will be mine someday?  ~That dream that unfolds like Time itself...

Take my lips, and let them dry in the wind,
Leave me standing in this vault full of demons,
Write my sentence about your shade and absence,
****** that vision of another realm!  ~A dream that sleeps inside of me.

Can you save me?
Can you speak to my shadow, and kiss?
Will you be my chariot of salvation?
Will you release me from this dream? ~*A dream that fastens another dream.
Katzenberg Jul 2014
My cup is empty
My clothes are heavy
My clouds are playing
but she's gone.

I stare into darkness
My life is weaving
Your scales that are scattered
and you're gone.

This naked body
That awful mirror
Dreams of bourbon
but without her.

I must have had a houndred cups
Sleep has not visited me yet
Burning feelings are left behind
And I left you in the other room.
Katzenberg Jul 2014
She came to die while I was dying,
She came by night and alone,
I could not see her eyes,
cuz' her hair was down.

She never spoke with me,
She just curled and froze,
I did not learned her name,
but she was like a cup of ***.

She twitched sometimes,
She felt pain and anguish,
I just sat there waiting for Death,
but she was already dead.

She came to die while I was dying,
She sang lullabies to the Moon,
I only hold her in my hands,
until the morning broke with gloom.
Katzenberg Jul 2014
I saw you fallen in front of me
motionless and in grief
your only hope has faded
your little life is diminished.

For a split second I see
a tiny flap of wings
clumsy and weak
I hear your voice within me.

"Is it all you can do for me?"
"Why are you taking me?"
"You got a light?"
"Your hands are so warm..."


Moth, moth... can you stand still?
there is no light in here
Moth, moth... do you ever sleep?
live one day and forever be.
(I know nothing about poetry,  just write what and how it comes to my mind,  hope you like my debut in here.)

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