"neu" poems - Hello Poetry

a gift for Aladdin Aures H from his 3rd follower... <>><<> the inescapable need, unformed firmament inquiring; am I capable? the impulse palpable, the urge to urgent, to gorge and disgorge? instead of morning prayers, precomposed and ordered, morning poem plucked from morning fog, gusted breezes, early-on, newborn sun rays, progeny of disheveled skies words fused, in irregular sizes, senses censured by drowsy eyes, but the chest beating arrhythmia means bursts of free verses superimposed on reluctant eyelids, jigsaw puzzlement be re-conformed and the first poem of the day, emerges from the intersection of mind, pale dreams, and the first is special till the neu morrow, when fresh bursts explode inward to windward, and the first is just yesterday's mesh of hash, once formidable, now last, pinned, yellowing, purely a **descendant of the recent, but always, ancient past*^

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Jun 19, 2025

Jun 19, 2025 at 3:13 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

The Poem Writes Me

a gift for Aladdin Aures H from his 3rd follower... <>><<> the inescapable need, unformed firmament inquiring; am I capable? the impulse palpable, the urge to urgent, to gorge and disgorge? instead of morning prayers, precomposed and ordered, morning poem plucked from morning fog, gusted breezes, early-on, newborn sun rays, progeny of disheveled skies words fused, in irregular sizes, senses censured by drowsy eyes, but the chest beating arrhythmia means bursts of free verses superimposed on reluctant eyelids, jigsaw puzzlement be re-conformed and the first poem of the day, emerges from the intersection of mind, pale dreams, and the first is special till the neu morrow, when fresh bursts explode inward to windward, and the first is just yesterday's mesh of hash, once formidable, now last, pinned, yellowing, purely a **descendant of the recent, but always, ancient past*^

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Rapid Eye Movements cruise down the Autobahn, driving dreams of soldiers slaying the Beast in the East: seeds hidden in the cuff links that return home for the victory parade. The victory parade of the new millennium is a mirage: desert sand creeps through the streets of Basra; spray painted slogans of “Aryan Nation” are left behind on pock-marked walls. High level terror alerts scroll across the Fear o' Dome, breeding paranoid glances from commercial-class passengers while they fly above fenced camps where centralized secret service agents watch the unloading of another train. "Son, do you forget the sacrifices? Have you lost all your respect? Okay, it’s possible that the Feds were influenced by the Purebreds— a minor repercussion of maintaining our national security. It isn’t even about racial purity— you are all mixed now, anyway. Whether female, black, jew, or gay, we must unite together as a nation; raise its flag with pride, and fight against a common enemy! This enemy is trying to disintegrate the cornerstone of our free society! Son, can you not see! Not see-notsee-notsea-notsi-notzi-natzi-nazi-natzi-notzi-notsi-notsea-notsee-not see!" _____ —cold sweat. I awaken to remnants of nightmarish images sifting through my mind: flocks of carnivorous sheep with invisible shepherds. The dream had felt real— solid, like flesh-out reality. I rush out of bed, just to make sure. From my bedroom window, I see the neighbour’s Iron Eagle weathervane goose-stepping towards the west. A lawnmower growls in the background. Everything appears normal here on the corner of 4th Reichstag Blvd. 2016 Neu Berlin Remix, July 13th, 2016 (original version was written on March 29th, 2010)

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Apr 1, 2010

Apr 1, 2010 at 6:14 PM UTC

chris-d-aechtner-1

Autobahn

Rapid Eye Movements cruise down the Autobahn, driving dreams of soldiers slaying the Beast in the East: seeds hidden in the cuff links that return home for the victory parade. The victory parade of the new millennium is a mirage: desert sand creeps through the streets of Basra; spray painted slogans of “Aryan Nation” are left behind on pock-marked walls. High level terror alerts scroll across the Fear o' Dome, breeding paranoid glances from commercial-class passengers while they fly above fenced camps where centralized secret service agents watch the unloading of another train. "Son, do you forget the sacrifices? Have you lost all your respect? Okay, it’s possible that the Feds were influenced by the Purebreds— a minor repercussion of maintaining our national security. It isn’t even about racial purity— you are all mixed now, anyway. Whether female, black, jew, or gay, we must unite together as a nation; raise its flag with pride, and fight against a common enemy! This enemy is trying to disintegrate the cornerstone of our free society! Son, can you not see! Not see-notsee-notsea-notsi-notzi-natzi-nazi-natzi-notzi-notsi-notsea-notsee-not see!" _____ —cold sweat. I awaken to remnants of nightmarish images sifting through my mind: flocks of carnivorous sheep with invisible shepherds. The dream had felt real— solid, like flesh-out reality. I rush out of bed, just to make sure. From my bedroom window, I see the neighbour’s Iron Eagle weathervane goose-stepping towards the west. A lawnmower growls in the background. Everything appears normal here on the corner of 4th Reichstag Blvd. 2016 Neu Berlin Remix, July 13th, 2016 (original version was written on March 29th, 2010)

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The primary defining feature of modern American diplomacy is that we can somehow afford to ensure the total concealment of any unflattering information, and, moreover, we can afford the concealment of said concealment. For the most part. That aside, whether through misaction or inaction, we're still ruthless and unhumanitarian; it's almost as if we just want to eliminate any and all healthy competition. Es scheint es gibt nichts neu unter der Sonne. It seems there's nothing new under the Sun.

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Feb 28, 2014

Feb 28, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC

Anubis-the-Philosomancer

Economics is the new Ethics

The primary defining feature of modern American diplomacy is that we can somehow afford to ensure the total concealment of any unflattering information, and, moreover, we can afford the concealment of said concealment. For the most part. That aside, whether through misaction or inaction, we're still ruthless and unhumanitarian; it's almost as if we just want to eliminate any and all healthy competition. Es scheint es gibt nichts neu unter der Sonne. It seems there's nothing new under the Sun.

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To watch the clouds roll on the firmaments plain, Both within, and without, their expression won't wait Observe sun-lit rain falling all in silkened threads, Descending to proclaim 'earths rock be thy dream bed' There water grew static as a new storm of green An epoch of floral tempests only the sky had then seen Inspired perhaps by radiations spectroscopic artistries They desired to wear waves from 495 to 570 What mad dreams the clouds cried out of such passion to be Miraculous life, the nuclear fruit bore from star to tree Matter motioned towards conscious devotion to survive Unconscious becoming conscious predation of others nuclear awareness' to stay just a while consciously alive Electronivorous cardiomagnetics emanating fields of matter fine Introspective auric spheres vibrate to harmonies a'chime Such hearts all a-hum to dimensions they defined And so from a singularity there would be a beautiful mind What flowers that bloom on these electric fields, The art-forms, machinations that matters personal reality yields Richest pollen for the mind is the written fantasy Colourful petals formed by guitar pedals is one beings audio-mis en scene How many depictions for the eyes there are of Venus' divine bodies No greater art form than complementing aspect, force, and frequency Oh First Cloud, sailing horizons where one never sees the limitless sky For there is naught else to compare, no antithesis or edge to help define We find there forms for pleasure, pain, ideals, but not answers to the neu(t)rons darkest, heaviest dreams Flung through a universe without Dao, only gravity and dopamine Matter would politicise, while surfing a rock in a black sea round just one of many long blazing days Their surfing worlds, mirrors of radiation coursing through an existential void-walled maze

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Sep 1, 2014

Sep 1, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC

raij-quentin

First Cloud

To watch the clouds roll on the firmaments plain, Both within, and without, their expression won't wait Observe sun-lit rain falling all in silkened threads, Descending to proclaim 'earths rock be thy dream bed' There water grew static as a new storm of green An epoch of floral tempests only the sky had then seen Inspired perhaps by radiations spectroscopic artistries They desired to wear waves from 495 to 570 What mad dreams the clouds cried out of such passion to be Miraculous life, the nuclear fruit bore from star to tree Matter motioned towards conscious devotion to survive Unconscious becoming conscious predation of others nuclear awareness' to stay just a while consciously alive Electronivorous cardiomagnetics emanating fields of matter fine Introspective auric spheres vibrate to harmonies a'chime Such hearts all a-hum to dimensions they defined And so from a singularity there would be a beautiful mind What flowers that bloom on these electric fields, The art-forms, machinations that matters personal reality yields Richest pollen for the mind is the written fantasy Colourful petals formed by guitar pedals is one beings audio-mis en scene How many depictions for the eyes there are of Venus' divine bodies No greater art form than complementing aspect, force, and frequency Oh First Cloud, sailing horizons where one never sees the limitless sky For there is naught else to compare, no antithesis or edge to help define We find there forms for pleasure, pain, ideals, but not answers to the neu(t)rons darkest, heaviest dreams Flung through a universe without Dao, only gravity and dopamine Matter would politicise, while surfing a rock in a black sea round just one of many long blazing days Their surfing worlds, mirrors of radiation coursing through an existential void-walled maze

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deine Blicke sind stark stärker als ich jemals sein werde viele Lichter sind erloschen doch dein Leuchten führt und leitet mich stets durch die Nacht Orte, Städte, und die Wälder wirken so trostlos doch hebst du deine Mundwinkel siehst alles gleich viel heller aus du lässt mich wachsen wie die Sonne in der Blütezeit du kühlst mich ab wenn ich mal wieder überhitze wie das kühle, klare Wasser an einem heißen Sommertag

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Jun 28, 2022

Jun 28, 2022 at 5:43 PM UTC

uandtheclouds

neu beginnen

deine Blicke sind stark stärker als ich jemals sein werde viele Lichter sind erloschen doch dein Leuchten führt und leitet mich stets durch die Nacht Orte, Städte, und die Wälder wirken so trostlos doch hebst du deine Mundwinkel siehst alles gleich viel heller aus du lässt mich wachsen wie die Sonne in der Blütezeit du kühlst mich ab wenn ich mal wieder überhitze wie das kühle, klare Wasser an einem heißen Sommertag

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A queer and epicure A problematic diet A teenage workout I had to go to the prison bar Lcked out my cell Push ups on the go With the trust in my heart There was despair I was raised to go Home Stay at home Different shades Take it from here Better believe You never stay same similarly Indeed there's a reassurance iknow Somthing in your mind Hard ot get, hard to figure out SOmething bothering you Man the racism isn't There It's the hate THe sympathy and liberty With the justice of a sullen symbol Of sudden death Of sombre nation With the fearlessness With the challenge of scale and bellicose resistance I better work and stomp out the hate THat I have I was little I wanted to stay at the home Away from the cigarettes that close ones ask for If you knew me my face Even the Devil wouldn't recognize Trust me a face in the Neu ce fleur

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Mar 27, 2019

Mar 27, 2019 at 4:36 PM UTC

aditya-roy

This Flower Seems To Knows

A queer and epicure A problematic diet A teenage workout I had to go to the prison bar Lcked out my cell Push ups on the go With the trust in my heart There was despair I was raised to go Home Stay at home Different shades Take it from here Better believe You never stay same similarly Indeed there's a reassurance iknow Somthing in your mind Hard ot get, hard to figure out SOmething bothering you Man the racism isn't There It's the hate THe sympathy and liberty With the justice of a sullen symbol Of sudden death Of sombre nation With the fearlessness With the challenge of scale and bellicose resistance I better work and stomp out the hate THat I have I was little I wanted to stay at the home Away from the cigarettes that close ones ask for If you knew me my face Even the Devil wouldn't recognize Trust me a face in the Neu ce fleur

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*pseudo-aristotle said: life happens between verbs and nouns... all that trivia in between is left for ensuring the bus stops with precision of the timetable at quarter past seven, for you to travel to work in and say your logical approval of i and: telephone, paper-clip, paper, a4, copying machine, coffee, banter / (σ-noun) - well obviously i'm the one to support designation and furthered usage of names! ah... you deal with the vierte ***** germans: the people to be easiest rallied, and the leat able to be easily taught thought, given kant, given bach, given etc. ars grammatica? you only invoked nouns & verbs in matters that are not required, and leave the rest for pause, other people, the populace easily forgets and therefore acts upon the impulse of a tsunami of action and naming, without the lodged interlocking chains of usage that does not care for action or naming: die neu wende / wir den leute des *****

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Nov 29, 2015

Nov 29, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

germans: wir den leute des *****

*pseudo-aristotle said: life happens between verbs and nouns... all that trivia in between is left for ensuring the bus stops with precision of the timetable at quarter past seven, for you to travel to work in and say your logical approval of i and: telephone, paper-clip, paper, a4, copying machine, coffee, banter / (σ-noun) - well obviously i'm the one to support designation and furthered usage of names! ah... you deal with the vierte ***** germans: the people to be easiest rallied, and the leat able to be easily taught thought, given kant, given bach, given etc. ars grammatica? you only invoked nouns & verbs in matters that are not required, and leave the rest for pause, other people, the populace easily forgets and therefore acts upon the impulse of a tsunami of action and naming, without the lodged interlocking chains of usage that does not care for action or naming: die neu wende / wir den leute des *****

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anyone can tire of the belittling hippy pacifism hiding Stalin in its underwear like it was the höchste lösung without nappies; because the left believes we were born with drink-hardened-bladders! we can't fathom the new intellectuals and their soberness like we can't fathom the fact that some went into battle with amphetamines and some with alcohol; we simply can't accept a sober enemy, the fear of death too dragging in a reggae of a continuum and bedrooms' pleasure racked in lacking a womb - found the index imitating a fly, and a king with it too - who's to kneel? thus they fought intoxicated, but argued sober? why not reverse? why let these schoolchildren, these hitlerjungen fight intoxicated while the bulging argue sober? the fighters intoxicated and the politicians sober? sombre? did i hear it right? the berserker fight intoxicated while while the old men squabble sober? send the old men to fight sober and the youth to politicise intoxicated! i take to war the intellectual concern for your piano and your wallpaper and your pseudo Marxist class struggle - where war knocks via intellectuals, war will come and intoxication will be the new intellectualism - where intellectuals knock for ginger they will reap Blitzkrieg... where war comes intellectuals exploit first... with intellectual agitation war comes easily, ******** animal readied... you cleave from the vacuum you created you will meet the tailor and the barber... so must intelligence gone to waste... your little post-communist intelligentsia... with us not involved come party come the new right and dei neu nord!

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Apr 23, 2016

Apr 23, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

die neu nord

anyone can tire of the belittling hippy pacifism hiding Stalin in its underwear like it was the höchste lösung without nappies; because the left believes we were born with drink-hardened-bladders! we can't fathom the new intellectuals and their soberness like we can't fathom the fact that some went into battle with amphetamines and some with alcohol; we simply can't accept a sober enemy, the fear of death too dragging in a reggae of a continuum and bedrooms' pleasure racked in lacking a womb - found the index imitating a fly, and a king with it too - who's to kneel? thus they fought intoxicated, but argued sober? why not reverse? why let these schoolchildren, these hitlerjungen fight intoxicated while the bulging argue sober? the fighters intoxicated and the politicians sober? sombre? did i hear it right? the berserker fight intoxicated while while the old men squabble sober? send the old men to fight sober and the youth to politicise intoxicated! i take to war the intellectual concern for your piano and your wallpaper and your pseudo Marxist class struggle - where war knocks via intellectuals, war will come and intoxication will be the new intellectualism - where intellectuals knock for ginger they will reap Blitzkrieg... where war comes intellectuals exploit first... with intellectual agitation war comes easily, ******** animal readied... you cleave from the vacuum you created you will meet the tailor and the barber... so must intelligence gone to waste... your little post-communist intelligentsia... with us not involved come party come the new right and dei neu nord!

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For Gwendolyn Brooks And with that 2023 has slid into we Bound in leather or some new polymer Alloys coaxed together Like Master and server We Olde Tymers We Neu! Rhymers Fashion updaters Swift haters What weird magic this that binds tragic sado to majestic maso a Quanto entanglo In rusty romp we fumble as dream walls crumble A Sun begs for mercy A Flower forgives Strange entanglements Mixing emerging flavors

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Jan 2, 2023

Jan 2, 2023 at 2:01 PM UTC

jojo-nguyen

Olde Tymers

For Gwendolyn Brooks And with that 2023 has slid into we Bound in leather or some new polymer Alloys coaxed together Like Master and server We Olde Tymers We Neu! Rhymers Fashion updaters Swift haters What weird magic this that binds tragic sado to majestic maso a Quanto entanglo In rusty romp we fumble as dream walls crumble A Sun begs for mercy A Flower forgives Strange entanglements Mixing emerging flavors

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i've yet to do some cement work: ratio out 3 to 1 of sand to cement... some water some little chemistry for the dough which no **** will pass-through... a little bit of bourbon and nibbling... at something... which is not... akin to... the work of a drapery seamstress... it's not the iron curtain is still up... to the moon! to the moon! to find the copernican east! and... oh... shitty-shitty-cum-vanguard: toothpick iron maidens of oral... hey presto! the silicon curtain... such a certain idea that i know i'm only revising it... and if not revising it... then: neu angle cubism... a square as a rhombus! wow! wow! wow! to be alive and somehow have a living audience: contemporaries... and here i am: necromancer - with a personal library... of only 'the dead speak' loquor mortuus... better than graffiti: thinking about latin with some english shrapnel: a definite article for starters... wow! wow! wow! or... chk chk chk (!!!) - jump back... how about... an ode to an itch: you simply can't scratch?!

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Sep 8, 2020

Sep 8, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

wow! wow! wow!

i've yet to do some cement work: ratio out 3 to 1 of sand to cement... some water some little chemistry for the dough which no **** will pass-through... a little bit of bourbon and nibbling... at something... which is not... akin to... the work of a drapery seamstress... it's not the iron curtain is still up... to the moon! to the moon! to find the copernican east! and... oh... shitty-shitty-cum-vanguard: toothpick iron maidens of oral... hey presto! the silicon curtain... such a certain idea that i know i'm only revising it... and if not revising it... then: neu angle cubism... a square as a rhombus! wow! wow! wow! to be alive and somehow have a living audience: contemporaries... and here i am: necromancer - with a personal library... of only 'the dead speak' loquor mortuus... better than graffiti: thinking about latin with some english shrapnel: a definite article for starters... wow! wow! wow! or... chk chk chk (!!!) - jump back... how about... an ode to an itch: you simply can't scratch?!

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Ich zünde für dein Wohlergehn, das Licht der Liebe an Mit deinem Herzen wirst du sehn wie hell es leuchten kann Es dringt durch alle Poren bis in die letzte Zelle Du bist wie neu geboren durch diese Lichterquelle Mit unverzagtem Mut und unbeugsamer Kraft steigst du aus dieser Glut voll purem Lebenssaft Streckst deine Flügel aus und schüttelst alle Sorgen ins Dunkel weit hinaus fühlst dich im Licht geborgen Es wird dich immer schützen vor großer Not und Pein oder zumindest stützen sollt’s doch mal anders sein

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Nov 18, 2020

Nov 18, 2020 at 5:11 PM UTC

Semikolontexte

Licht der Liebe

Ich zünde für dein Wohlergehn, das Licht der Liebe an Mit deinem Herzen wirst du sehn wie hell es leuchten kann Es dringt durch alle Poren bis in die letzte Zelle Du bist wie neu geboren durch diese Lichterquelle Mit unverzagtem Mut und unbeugsamer Kraft steigst du aus dieser Glut voll purem Lebenssaft Streckst deine Flügel aus und schüttelst alle Sorgen ins Dunkel weit hinaus fühlst dich im Licht geborgen Es wird dich immer schützen vor großer Not und Pein oder zumindest stützen sollt’s doch mal anders sein

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Ich gehe vorbei durch dich tüchtig süchtig und kalt ist mein Schweiß und grauweiß das heißt ein Geist tobt um mich herum warum weil du mich verlässt zurecht Und da schreit mein Blut im Flut in meinen Ohren nicht wie neu geboren und schwarz wird die Gegend ohne Gottes Segen weswegen verlasse ich mich selbst zunächst.

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Oct 3, 2017

Oct 3, 2017 at 3:11 PM UTC

etoilette

Ich ohne mich

Ich gehe vorbei durch dich tüchtig süchtig und kalt ist mein Schweiß und grauweiß das heißt ein Geist tobt um mich herum warum weil du mich verlässt zurecht Und da schreit mein Blut im Flut in meinen Ohren nicht wie neu geboren und schwarz wird die Gegend ohne Gottes Segen weswegen verlasse ich mich selbst zunächst.

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Die Straßen ziehen vorbei Licht an Licht wie fallende Sternschnuppen vorm Fenster. Bei Tageslicht, Abenddämmerung, Sonnenaufgang ein neuer Tag. Bäume, Häuser, Felder, Wälder Die Materie meines Landes wiegt mich in die Schläfrigkeit, geborgen Das Buch in meiner Hand fällt in meinen Schoß Immer noch dieselbe Seite, bin immer noch nicht weiter. Der Inhalt unverändert unbegreiflich Mein Atem geht zum Rhythmus der Schienen unter uns. Wir fliegen zusammen und doch bleibe ich allein. Augen zu, Augen auf du hast geblinzelt. Ankunft, Abfahrt du hast geblinzelt. Auf ins Neue, ins Unbekannte oder doch zurück zu alten Gegenden? Durch die Entfernung wieder neu erlebt. Kommst du jetzt wieder zurück? Hast du genug bekommen, Antworten gefunden auf die Fragen die du nicht fandest? Die du nicht zu stellen wagtest? Die dich trotzdem quälten? Du warst zu lange fort, deine Heimat ist noch hier, aber Hier ist nicht mehr dein Hier, längst ein anderer Ort. Du wolltest alles hinter dir lassen, gingest trotz der Angst dann zu viel zu verpassen, Hauptsache weg, weg von hier dachtest du hättest nicht viel zu verlieren. Allem entfliehen, Pause, Neuanfang Ohne genau zu wissen was dieses Alles überhaupt war. Hast du es nicht ausgehalten letztendlich so ohne sie, die Anderen? Im Nichts, im Nirgendwo auf eigenen Wegen zu wandern? Einsam im Herzen hast du dich wieder verrannt Im Herzen stumpf, die Seele verbrannt. Nun kommst du wieder, zurück, um zu sehen was noch übrig ist Zurück zum Alten, Vertrauten, Selben Wir sind aber nicht mehr die Selben Du ja auch nicht. Alles wieder etwas anders, verschoben Wieder ein bisschen auseinander gelebt, voneinander entfernt, weitergemacht, natürlich, nur halt ohne dich. Schade eigentlich. Doch nun schließ die Augen, schlaf Gestern war auch ein neuer Tag, verronnen, Morgen wird noch kommen. Wer nie ankommt der reist für immer, umher. Naja, wenigstens auf Schienen, und noch nicht entgleist.

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Sep 21, 2023

Sep 21, 2023 at 9:07 AM UTC

C0zy_Me

Reisen mit der Bahn

Die Straßen ziehen vorbei Licht an Licht wie fallende Sternschnuppen vorm Fenster. Bei Tageslicht, Abenddämmerung, Sonnenaufgang ein neuer Tag. Bäume, Häuser, Felder, Wälder Die Materie meines Landes wiegt mich in die Schläfrigkeit, geborgen Das Buch in meiner Hand fällt in meinen Schoß Immer noch dieselbe Seite, bin immer noch nicht weiter. Der Inhalt unverändert unbegreiflich Mein Atem geht zum Rhythmus der Schienen unter uns. Wir fliegen zusammen und doch bleibe ich allein. Augen zu, Augen auf du hast geblinzelt. Ankunft, Abfahrt du hast geblinzelt. Auf ins Neue, ins Unbekannte oder doch zurück zu alten Gegenden? Durch die Entfernung wieder neu erlebt. Kommst du jetzt wieder zurück? Hast du genug bekommen, Antworten gefunden auf die Fragen die du nicht fandest? Die du nicht zu stellen wagtest? Die dich trotzdem quälten? Du warst zu lange fort, deine Heimat ist noch hier, aber Hier ist nicht mehr dein Hier, längst ein anderer Ort. Du wolltest alles hinter dir lassen, gingest trotz der Angst dann zu viel zu verpassen, Hauptsache weg, weg von hier dachtest du hättest nicht viel zu verlieren. Allem entfliehen, Pause, Neuanfang Ohne genau zu wissen was dieses Alles überhaupt war. Hast du es nicht ausgehalten letztendlich so ohne sie, die Anderen? Im Nichts, im Nirgendwo auf eigenen Wegen zu wandern? Einsam im Herzen hast du dich wieder verrannt Im Herzen stumpf, die Seele verbrannt. Nun kommst du wieder, zurück, um zu sehen was noch übrig ist Zurück zum Alten, Vertrauten, Selben Wir sind aber nicht mehr die Selben Du ja auch nicht. Alles wieder etwas anders, verschoben Wieder ein bisschen auseinander gelebt, voneinander entfernt, weitergemacht, natürlich, nur halt ohne dich. Schade eigentlich. Doch nun schließ die Augen, schlaf Gestern war auch ein neuer Tag, verronnen, Morgen wird noch kommen. Wer nie ankommt der reist für immer, umher. Naja, wenigstens auf Schienen, und noch nicht entgleist.

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