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Sarathustra Jul 2014
true sailing is dead.
true singing is dead.
true loving is dead.
true flowers are dead.
the world now is all about
the cars that can be bought
the newest phones
And the photographs that
capture pure nothingness.
true is dead.
you will be dead
and your photography will be deleted
so will be your account
The world can be bought
by destroying the world.
fakeisam will fade
such fake as love on facebook
but only when it will be too late
for the ones that are better than some others.
Inspired by Jim Morrison.
  Jun 2014 Sarathustra
Mr X
You have said it all
And known it all.

What I think or write now,
Is just a fragment of the divine sea
Of your flying thoughts
And your cased words.

You have lived the lives of us all.
And what I live now,
Is just one life,
Amongst so many you've already been through.
To all the great poets of the past and especially to the one who triggered this thought.
Sarathustra Jun 2014
I sit in a car where everything moves slowly, where every sound I hear, I think about it first.
True presence, true gift.
I see my self like I am in another dimension.
And even when I think about the things that I think,
I think them over again.
I am very diffrent from low.
And I like it.
  Jun 2014 Sarathustra
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Ekpsycho
Each time I see you I lose my breath
Even just thinking of you brings me close to death  
Eventually maybe you too will soon swoon 
Even though I only met you at the last full moon
Ekpsycho
Especially impossible to say without a pause
Evokes a reason and cause
Evolves into something strong, something real
Expressing that indescribable feeling
Ekpsycho
Erupts from within
Emptying your mind, removing sin
Echoes my true intentions
Explaining my emotions  
Enduring it till the end
Ensuring to help the mend
Ekpsycho
Elusive in pictures
Effectively hard to capture
Envisioning that state of elate rapture
Ekpsycho
Everytime I see you
Even if you don't know
Ekpsycho
Ekpsycho is an ancient Greek word meaning to lose consciousness, be swoon or short of breath.
the 'p' is not silent
Sarathustra Jun 2014
I hear them all laugh
in front of me,
for this that I am.
Is it possible
that I could be so unsure of myself?
Though I am not really there,
I see everything.
Immersed in profound water ,
I feel everything.
And I can't change nothing.
I wait someone to get me out of the water
telling me:
"It was just a bad dream,"-
but who ever comes ,enjoys my sorrow
and joins the crowd
And than I see ,
a girl stare at me.
She looks exactly as me .
Staring she smiles with purity
and says to me:
"Listen.
Listen to the birds sing.
Its indeed a beautiful morning. "
At that very moment I feel
instead of my heart , I have ice.
Ice that is only kept frozen by staying in that water.
And I can do nothing.
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