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4.2k · Jun 2014
Moments
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.
1.2k · Jun 2014
Ridiculous auto-poem.
Sarathustra Jun 2014
I, a butterfly.
A lazy one , though.
I, a light.
But not a neon one.
I , an actress.
In my mind only.
I could hear today a waltz as I was waltzing .
One , two , three.
One two , three.
And I, a ballerina.
A laughing one.
A dreamer , an illusionist.
For myself only.
I, a rose
Without petals.
A kisser too,
with painful kisses.
I , not a swan
but the shadow of it.
I , lost.
and found.
Happy, with tears.
but anyway
it all fades...
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.
691 · Jun 2014
An awakened dream.
Sarathustra Jun 2014
It was 4 p.m. when
the yelling monster caught me
daydreaming.
He was mad at me,
but not so mad at me as he was at himself
The worst thing that can happen to a man
is self pity.
And it happens to a man
that constantly does good, and gets nothing in return.
I wanted to tell him
that yelling at me is not gonna fix anything
is not gonna fix me
and not by a chance him.
But instead I kept my thoughts in silence
as I watched a little spider climb
in my fingers.
And than I saw the sun shine.
501 · Jun 2014
Nothing.
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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