"sprechen" poems
originally it reads as:
**** i am drunk: do sudoku drunk!
what a ******
x x x x x x x x x
x 7 6 x 5 9 3 x x
x x 8 x 7 x x 1 x
x x 2 x 1 x x 5 x
x x x 3 x 7 1 2 x
1 6 9 x 2 x x x x
x x x 4 x 1 7 8 x
9 4 x 7 x x x 6 x
x 5 x 6 x x x x x
now i really want to learn something,
but i don't seem to want to...
the end result?
3 1 5 8 4 6 9 7 2
2 7 6 1 5 9 3 4 8
4 9 8 2 7 3 5 1 6
7 3 2 9 1 8 6 5 4
5 8 4 3 6 7 1 2 9
1 6 9 5 2 4 8 3 7
6 2 3 4 9 1 7 8 5
9 4 1 7 8 5 2 6 3
8 5 7 6 3 2 4 9 1...
bu there's a narrative to mind...
the ) game,
half an hour's worth of game after inserting
the first six -
(a
b) matrixes -
the theta-phi debate crosswords and blind-spots -
but the narrative goes like this:
a. 7 1
1 5 )
x 7 1 2
"zooming in with a nibbled into 6",
b. 5 | 5
7
1
x
x 2 x
x
x
x
c. 2nd 5
6 x x 4 x 1 7 8 x (5)
d. 1st 5
5 x x 4 x 1 7 8 x
9 4 x 7 x x x 6 x
x 5 x 6 x x x x x
e. x x x x x 2 x x x
x 7 6 | x x x | 9 4 x
x x 8 1 6 9 x 5 x
f. x x x
x 5 9
x 7 x
x 1 x x 5 x
3 x 7
5 2 x
4 x 1
7 x 5 7 8 5
6 x x
(more than or haczyk, or háček
a hook: in saying: oi! geezer!
traffic that 'un!
but still more than or less
than in Copernican lingua?
dunno... well: that's two smokin' barrels' worth
of info for the inauguration -
'cos' pretty face over 'ere was half a wit's know-churn
off a ***** 'now what i mean?'
they necessarily say it in sprechen glutton Danzig
so you look smart, and not like some artful dodgy
podger:
n'es pas? twinkle tweezer ****
oi right and that ****** off came with the touch
of a knuckle: 'cos' i wasn't preaching trigonometry:
nor was i ******* kidding.
down the east end they call us Vlad-sodden
impaler imperialistic -
after the little debacle we 'av a laugh and drink
a bottle of *****
then we do the rickety chance of engaging in
baptismal fire with the Jamaicans -
or so you know. *well, wouldn't you believe it,
look how far being called vermin gets ya!*
all the way to Buckingham Palace me says!
and some dared to say: ransack Sicily.
blah ha ha... your's a tongue on the leash!
g. x - 4? / 3?
5
7
1
x - 4?
2
x
x
x
h. 6 2 x 4 x 1 7 8 5
6 2 x 4 9 1 7 8 5
6 2 3 4 9 1 7 8 5
(breakthrough point!)
i. 7
x
1
5
2
x
j. x 7 6 1 5 9 3 x x
k. 7 l. 7 m. 7
x x 4
1 1 1
5 5 5
2 2 2
x 3 3
8 8 8
6 6 6
9 9 9
n. 6 2 3 4 9 1 7 8 5
9 4 x 7 8 5 x 6 x
x 5 x 6 x x x 1 x
o. 6 2 3
9 4 x
8 5 x
p. 6 2 3 4
9 4 1 | 7
8 5 7 6
the 1st square: 6 2 3
9 4 1
8 5 7.
2nd square:
x x
3 x
x x
x x
1 x
x x
7 5
9 4 1
2 6 3
7 8 5;
q. square no. 2 anti linear:
4 9 1 4 9 1
7 8 5 : / v. 7 8 5
6 x x 6
ergo
4 9 1
7 8 5
6 3 2
3rd square:
7 8 5 7 8 5
2 6 3 | 2 6 3
x 9 x x 9 1....
subsequently: 8 5 7 6 3 2 4 9 1
hence: 1 6 9 5 2 x x 3 7
": 1 6 9 5 2 4 8 3 7
": 2 7 6 1 5 9 3 4 8
(interlude):
4 x 8 x 7 x x x(?)
r. x s. 7 3 2
2 x x x
4 1 6 9: 3
7 2
x 4
1 7
6 5
9 1
8 6
9
8
t. 1 then: 1
7 7
x 9
3 3
x 8
6 6
2 2
4 4
5 5
then 7 3 2
5 8 4
1 6 9 then 5 8 4 3 6 7 1 2 9
then 4 2
5 9
7 8
1 3
6
u. 7 3 2 x 1 x x 5 4
then
6 5 4 9 1 8
1 2 9 | 3 6 7
8 3 7 5 2 4
then
6
9
3
8 8 4 6
7 1 5 9
4 2 7 3
1
5
2
v. then 3 1 x 8 4 6 x 7 2
then 3 1 5 8 4 6 9 7 2 0
then the crescendo:
9 7 2
3 4 8
5 1 6 !
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
and the myth goes along the lines - had i but the eyes to spot
a silver spoon - there chimed a magpie in the the night,
a cackle compared with the rhapsodic
crow call to wake up Barbarossa...
the cackle and the literary laugh...
there she was, with the Kraken -
she was there bewildered
to sing a song, sroka among the magpie calls
to tell tales of silenced lightning
without thunder.....
shamanic in the extreme:
what a strange nationalism being born
with extracts of a former colonialism in Ukraine -
lost, forgotten, and a brief testament to Israel -
do i feel any pride? perhaps i should...
i better myself in the word spoken:
sroka is above magpie -
the serenity of the sharpened consonants,
the flight to become werewolf legend -
sroka, or magpie -
as a language there are some offences -
which cannot translate, but merely
tarnish...
s and r
are two consonants that out-perform stress /
authenticity when m and g are used...
the tongue is more important than the breath,
counter the metaphysical greek breath that's known
as psyche: i.e. γλωßα -
to treat the tongue akin
to the mind, and soul as the authenticity of the verb
thought: when all organs automate, akin
to the kidneys dialysis.
yes, sroka / magpie...
crow / kruk / crux
or the shadow of Golgotha...
toward us: the darkened hour...
to gloss over - to speak a phrase in demand -
sire *** qua non byzantine sprechen.
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
Gäbe es keine weitere Wörter zum Sprechen ,
kann ich noch deine Schönheit beschmieren?
Würde der Wind nicht mehr wehen,
wem muss ich die Sehnsucht anvertrauen?
Könnte das Herz nicht mehr sprechen,
können die Tränen dir zugehen?
Würde dein Dasein nicht in meinem Leben existeren,
kann ich noch in jemanden verliebt sein?
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 6:12 AM UTC
unlike these other migrants -
i remember Ilford,
during the Balkan war,
and the Kosovo refugees -
who didn't bother to remain...
refugees having this superiority
complex over
economic migrants...
somehow victim-hood is
a better economic model
than skilled labor...
i didn't assimilate into
the English culture,
i wasn't spoon-fed this
multicultural ********
where some ******* Somali
could speak down to me
because he was
bown und bwed in
Cuntish Toown...
****** can brown-beat
me down with his
exotica...
up to a point...
i haven't been brain-washed
by some ideology of
assimilation / integration...
i never assimilated
or integrated into the English
"culture"...
i'll let you know...
sprache über kultur -
*meine treue ist zu es ist sprache,
nicht es ist volk,
sogar wenn ich haben
zu sprechen deutsche*!
i was never assimilated or integrated
into the English "kultur"...
i acquired it, and by acquiring it,
i acquired it to deviated from
what was being prescribed...
by a ghost consensus...
i never signed up to some
******* Somali brown-beating me
as some minor, the always inferior,
"eastern", "European"...
not a chance in hell...
*hölle erste,
besagt streit? zweite*!
...and why do you think i'm
seeking escape in tickling German?
i'm not exactly bugging the Ottomans -
after all... one of the Axis powers...
and i love my Turkish barber...
i can't imagine any other ethnicity
to have perfected the trade of
the barber...
who... whittle east African
subsaharan Muslim with no knowledge
of the Saudi slave trade of Bangladeshi
workers?!
mouthing off his over-priced
privilege position in England?!
bingo!
no no no...
i'm not assimilated,
wenn es kommt bezüglich die krone?
mein antwort "bezüglich"
eine krone?
die ich von gott:
ist der ein und erst krone!
i didn't integrate or assimilate
into this "kultur"...
i made a claim for this sprechen...
da ist nicht kultur
außen die zunge!
which is why i have to tease German,
the old father...
of the English tongue...
because?
because i find the English language
plagued...
and i'm puritanical at herz.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC
Ich hasse mich um dich zu lieben,
immernoch in so vieler Wegen;
nicht dass es eigentlich so schlecht ist,
nur dass du mir nicht mehr lecker bist,
jedoch, wegen Erinnerung,
hab ich keine Wahl doch zu schmecken.
Ich hatte gedacht du warst meine Anima.
Falsch gedacht.
Du hattest gesagt ich war deinen Animus.
Falsch gesagt.
Jetzt hasse ich mich um diese Restliebe;
Du wohnst noch in Gedanken und Träume..
Ein Paar sind ja süßlich,
doch sind andere bitter.
Wir sprechen mehr in Träume als in Realität,
auch in der Alpträume... als der Alpträume.
Ich würde gern dich nicht mehr lieben.
Wenn es nur so einfach wäre!
Jetzt hasse ich mich um diese Restliebe,
Krankheit, ob ich es je geschmeckt habe.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 4:37 AM UTC
"Wovon man nicht sprechen kann, darueber muss man schweigen."
Young, we understand
the world, but not ourselves.
Old, we understand
ourselves, but not the world.
Between falls the mysterious
and baffling substance
of our lives. Confusion
marks any real life
of consciousness.
Certainty is the lie
we believe in to smooth
the transition. Death
is the period that punctuates
the end of our sentence,
when we finally know
what we really know
in silence.
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 6:25 AM UTC
Aniu,
dostałem słuchy na temat grafiki - nie jestem Surrealist'ą z poprzedniego wieku (tzn. dwudziestego), to już mineło... może i też miałbym pozory sfobody by skrytką zza popularną sztuką miałbym brać jakiegoś malarza na front jak by to było wydanie Ortodoksji zwane Penguin Publishing House, ale wolałbym mieć pod uwage geneze, tzn. kompromis braku koloru i tą nadrentą komplikacje modernizacji na tle "programming" szyfrem komputera - a ten kompromis? szyfr chemika... wiem że to może brzmić zbyt contra idei ładnego obrazka czy tez ikonoklazm'u wedle sukcesu sprzedarzy książki - ale jak orginał to orginał, bez kiszeczki, bo kto tak naprawde chce pokazać tważ niechaj pokarze ją niż maske pierw - wiec myśle o notatkach z sfer chemii w goły-trakt poezji. przesyłam jeden przykład, trzymam notatki inne takrze gotowe, ale to jeden przykład; nie chce sie chować pod skórą innych artystycznych wybryków - szczegółowo poza gruntem orginału pisma jako malunek pierw, a pismo po (ksiązka to nie Boeing 747: obraz pierw a dzwięk po - tzn. dzwięk pierw, a obraz po) - a więc i też skreślam zaufanie co do piękna malowidła jako przeciw tego samego niby ambasador'a dającego ochrone pod tytułem: brzydastwo wiersza konieczne; wole by jedno z drugim miało zaufanie, czy też wpomnienie obojga na począt i na koniec: na trasie wątpień i zarysów warte twarzy w publicznym miejscu poza oh ah ah oh galerii. a więc zakończe - inne e.g. prześle jutro - ten jako prolog w temacie: o co mi chodzi.
Mateusz.
p.s. oczywiście ominołem ę czasem, lecz jest zachowane w przykładach głębin - ale to nazwe proto-ortografia Polaka poza Polską, takie potrzebne lustro w Angielskim 's - czyli liczby mnogej co nawet tłumacz by powiedział: sprechen Deutsche?
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC
Zu viel Finsternis in einem dunklen Kern.
Es ist nicht so einfach.
Nicht so schwierig, leicht, schwer.
Nicht verschwinden.
Du willst nicht verschwinden.
Du darfst nicht verschwinden.
Ich darf nicht verschwinden.
Niemandsgesicht, Niemandsgesicht
Du hast es oder siehst es nicht.
Eis zu brechen. Eis zu sprechen.
Das Wort ist Eis in deinem Mund.
Es liegt wie Eis in meinem Ohr.
Translation:
Too much darkness in a black core.
It´s not that easy.
Not so hard, light, heavy.
Don´t disappear.
You don´t want to disappear.
You must not disappear.
I must not disappear.
Nobodyface, nobodyface,
You have it or you don´t see it.
Breaking ice. Speaking ice.
The word is ice in your mouth.
It is ice in my ear.
Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 7:24 PM UTC
was englisch mein parents
speiche ich wei gedanke -
auch so ich ungelernten
via immigrant zunge sprechen -
gelernt (learned) zu ungelernte -
afrikaan sagen Türkisch wickeln -
and the love for the greatest
disparity, existing among verbs
and nouns - whatever English my parents'
spoke i'll speak Deutsche -
as a Syrian - Deutsche Deutsche
unterhalb alles; the cappuccino froth
via scares of migräne und tollwut.
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 11:25 PM UTC
you appear so fragile:
i don't know whether
to want you,
or discard you,
touch you:
or foget to have missed
me **** you...
your language
is a laguid tease...
i macbeth, i macbeth...
i leave the i am,
open to satiate
your scoop
for an, opening
of the wound...
i am bemused by
having to deal with you
as a curiosity,
that i...
sometimes forget
to chase my own shadow...
you: forever in third
person...
are:
a person not worth
an enigmas' worth
to replace the person
being towed...
and i know what appears
fragile...
the most... insect-like
apparent...
a dog-barking-familiar...
fake...
i know what shuffles
in shatter
and the scooping fake...
a mind...
like any other...
a hybrid of the wind
like a tow of the sly
of the southern scythe
made: lumber...
tow: and the fallen
tree, tow...
silence...
echo...
winter breed:
a lost... scuttle...
macbeth o macbeth!
i beseech you, macbeth!
to have to heave
one
heart, but be given
another....
and all that constitutes
the deaths of
the enshrined
parody
of the basics of
the lived society...
ich bin spiegel:
ich bin schrein -
ich bin mutter-witwe:
ich bin:
die zuletzt:
ende...
kommen entweder sie
zeit,
ür
platz....
ür:
gott ist alle
gott iß güt!
i don't want to speak
the language
i was either born with,
or the language
i acquired...
but i also don't want
to speak the language
that's desired...
ar wir bestimmt...
sprechen klein so?
am i always to
halve what is,
and what isn't so?
scot: hi' h'oon!
hoom!
sober...
and soak:
and north baron
of: 'oon!
'arangue?!
'a!
swoon a'r'ah shoon!
hoo!
e'yeer!
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 12:40 AM UTC
*choc bulimic in Edinburgh; the Welsh index and middle finger tactic,
that way a dozen models were ******* out to mind an economy.*
the next cards you'll pull from the packet
are all jokers - i.e. wild-cards -
western society begot laziness
that begot psychiatry that begot
war on terror - that somehow begot
war on terror, that didn't begot
philosophy, but it did begot crosswords -
as a Frau will testify, aged 91,
prompted-by-excuse-by-her-age:
doing the pensioner's bit: a Koepcke (1928 - 1977)
(i bet you wish it was K'oh eh pck'e'; ya?!
oder Andreas Köpke? nicht wie?),
VANDAL GRAND-GRANNY COMPLETES
A CROSSWORD - a thousand chandeliers
with a a hundred grand pianos crashed with Newton's
apple that day - the day was advertised state memorandum -
Hanzel and Gretyl came along for the sweets parade
expecting salutes in Swedish - contra beetroot -
some said agitations from the blues, some said
agitations from the beets - or so rooted -
agriculturally purple blooded, minor urban dwellers
sniffed out the cabbage-heads -
major urban dwellers sniffed their own **** out -
beginning with St. Petersburg and Cairo -
contra former violence? *sprechen zungefeinde,
zumal falschsprechen*.
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 11:00 PM UTC
Bell tower
against the afternoon sky
and the tolling of bells
for the office of None,
Domine *****
mea aperies,
the sun in the church
through high windows
pouring in the light
and we stood
chanting in Latin,
siamo come Dio
ci ha fatti
said the Italian monk
as he aided me
in the sacristy,
see I am as Eve
come enter my valley
she said and I obliged,
pray as if everything
depended on God
but work as if everything
depended on you
said Augustine(saint),
the feel of the rope
between hands
as we pulled down
to toll bells
for the office of Sext
George smiling
and I too,
Dieu se trouve dans
le silence the French monks said
as we walked
the abbey woodland
after lunch and birds sang
from high trees,
she peeled down her clothes
and revealed her soft fruit
partake she said,
Hugh stood in the shade
arms folded
gazing at the tree
in the garth
and the fruit it bore
still unpicked,
I polished the choir stalls
with a yellow duster
and red polish
the smell mingled
with incense
from mass that morning,
sprechen mit Gott
the Austrian monk said
as we walked
from the chapter house
one early evening
and I did but
was he listening?
I wondered,
perfect numbers are like
perfect men they
are very rare Gareth
said quoting Descartes
as we washed up
after supper
in the small room
by the kitchen,
my husband will never know
she said if you want to,
Deus qui possit ita
salvare te,
but I closed my ears
and even in the dark hours
I saw little light,
and I closed the shutters
to the departing day
and gazed at the Crucified
on the wall
above my bed
but small connection
to Christ in my head.
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 2:35 AM UTC
gemeinsam könnten wir
endlos lachen
uns in Sicherheit wiegen
übereinander wachen
gemeinsam auf Wiesen liegen
aus Büchern vorlesen
gemeinsam die Augen schließen
Gedanken und Träume gegenlesen
ineinander überfließen
Wein einschenken
Blicke hin und her passen
einfach sein und nicht viel denken
endlose Umarmungen sprechen lassen
Augen voller Euphorie
strahlendes Grinsen voller Eleganz
egal in welcher Kategorie
ein schöner, endloser Tanz
voll Funkeln und Glanz
Jun 21, 2024
Jun 21, 2024 at 4:54 AM UTC
wh O o Sh ! ) the sun sprechen
a malleable droplet
of porous handles
meandering careless clumps o
f
a and the ghost
of spectral
mouths ephemerate
delightful femurs
loaded sensual creamy morsels
some alabaster muscles singing sordid
or a too short skirt
i can'
t kept my skin
burning cherry infatuating scald
i barely
am
real
at the
pursed
eternity
of
thy immense
finite
coffin
Jan 12, 2011
Jan 12, 2011 at 9:41 AM UTC
and who would have thought that there would be such
certainty governing ι (iota), as to effectively stress it
all the ****** time? guise it in whatever pronouns
you want, either modern or ancient and if ancient
then bound to psychiatric theory - but who would have
thought that so much pinpointing was to be allowed
over ι? and yet there are hordes of people without
a clue as to who they are and what identity to rattle
the world with... pinpoint above the iota...
if it was absolutely precise, and if it was truly identifiable
with a great accuracy, i'd find people in shackles of
certainty, hardly deviating from that's already apparent
to them... but it's not the case... so presumptuous
to ascribe iota (ι) that sort of certainty when ascribing
it a holy pronoun status... there's hardly a pinpoint
about the iota, hardly any certainty, always the spontaneous
venture, and that's still bound to what aesthetician you
speak to...
ᾠ (oi)! wriggly serpent of
arabic in greek, wriggled in, subscripted, prefix: al-,
then the l'ah the l'ah, la la la... la la... mmmbop! handsome,
innit? kamoze... na na na na na na na na na na nah...
'ere *** d' 'otstepper... chilli chilli in sprechen dingo...
roughing up the woof downunder.
and wrote a surah about the byzantine defeat...
true up to the point of mongol and the mamluke...
for if not the serpent to teach man handwriting,
what animal? is not the serpent the jurassic spine
and our pause for thought? or what does predate
the discovery of dinosaur bones if not bonsai
morphed into welsh and chinese dragons?
exaggerations of sleeper's intuition collectively?
to bow, or say: prior: all things worthy of a palette -
then the revisionist meteor, then all things condemnable
and bound to excess - gluttonous eyes staring poignant as if
gnats stuck to venomous arrows with a thirst for st. sebastian...
for what audacity asserted that it was always to be so:
a pinpoint above ι? there was no universal agreement -
as is to say: a god of the omni realm will never consider
a peace treaty unless the people abide by the mantra om
and subsequently flourish... and what animal taught us this
wriggling? should we rewrite our stance basing all
metamorphosis from shouting to a hush and then compound
with statement: genteel reader away from the serpent
and haloing the worm, that too wriggles? it all depends which
aesthetician you speak to... if you speak to me,
i'll tell you this version of human history's worth of
soap opera.
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 5:37 AM UTC
apparently valhalla in modern sprechen is equated to the chinese economy via queue of western standards of sensibility and regurgitated atheism that can’t and will not ever collectivise the respect of the youth to the old to execute god with exclusion in the category of man! just breed more priest will you, i need them to alphabetically indorse the last rites of richard ii and ivan the terrible chronologically... why? i almost bought life insurance and i needed a litmus test to tell me otherwise.
my mother talks to me, only as her, only through a mirror
and i act the professorship of redemption
keenly busy ignoring her
in her prophetic dream, kneeling with a sword in my hand
about to execute the talk of the guillotine;
now that’s a love affair... isn’t it? :)
numbness ****** and scrambled eggs tomorrow, in valhalla!
**** allah’s promise to muhammad of a revived eden with all this *****
p.s. it's so personal it's confusing.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC
Stelios said ι (iota), while Burak said ı (mini 1)
with missing diacritical dot
allowing him to sprechen omega (/ɯ/ \ ω)
| bent and . running off into
another parabola - Geminis
formed - then another dot
appeared, linguistic arithmetic
that's Turkic ï - when drawing
a straight line from y = x you only
need two points - ï = x squared -
hence the ɯ / ω -
Diyarbakır - sometimes known as
diyarbakeer
"" (optional)
of the umlaut factor - umlaut on o (ö)
variant of omega;
post-existentialists would never ditto
out or pass-on words filled with meaning
to provide the Pilate ambiguity -
post-existentialists put stresses on sound -
why someone from East London
will never speak Queen's English -
" " = encapsulating ambiguity and freedom
from morality -
" = how it was said prior, also know as tradition,
or keeping with " .
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 8:12 PM UTC
the zeitgeist,
occuring in canada...
gender neutral pronouns...
and how they're not an organic
appropriation / invention / whatever...
given that gender is
not biological (organic) -
its language as its bias is
inorganic...
meaning?
the pronoun debate?
or how new langauge is introduced
into the common, urban sprechen?
well... it's not exactly slang, is it?
now, slang can overcome this
debate, any time of the week...
slang allows language to evolve...
what we're seeing, being, erm... "seriously"
debated in canada?
it's a stagnation point,
a plateau...
a dam...
perhaps it's the last
resort of western civilisation to have debates...
you have to create alice in woonderland
words, to just keep on talking...
i'm betting on this being the prime reason...
talk dried up... **** let's create
made up pronouns! but ignore
all the other categories of words.
well... with the made-up pronouns
of the trans-gender community,
i guess they are all in noun-sigma, just, plainly
it...
which is handy, since
in orthodox sprechen it, is a pronoun...
oh look! **** me!
we allowed a pronoun to transcend
grammatical categories... and become a noun!
i shouldn't be so vehement in my
ridicule, given this language, isn't the language
i was originally born with, to speak
to my great-grandmother (rest in peace).
in summary: well, if they want their
trans-gender pronouns,
i'll just invite meta- / ortho-gender people
to elevate the orthodox pronoun it,
to a noun status...
and pontius pilate
becoming o.c.d. washing his hands...
and the benzene ring
positioning of affixes (e.g. CH3).
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 2:06 PM UTC
Every word you speak
Every sigh, every breath is
Beautiful to me
Aug 24, 2024
Aug 24, 2024 at 10:28 PM UTC
Durchstreifen im blauen Schmerz
Schwimmen im Blau des Ozeans
Vorübergehend rhetorisch denken
Ich vergesse gerne ganz gut.
Gegen den Willen sprechen
Auf dem unbekannten Weg gehen
Laufen gegen Müdigkeit
Auf die falsche Weise schweben.
Scheint, alle Hoffnungen sind
auf der anderen Seite des Flusses.
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 7:34 PM UTC
*if you're a "thinker" - you don't require a "freedom" of speech - by freedom of speech i mean: the lacklustre of the "freedom" to think... how the two seem unconvincing... oh my my my, what a waste of time; sooner the pistachio ice-cream worth my name, than the folowing quest for question; thank **** poland, thank, **** poland, the land, who "cherished" both **** germany, and communist russia... seem regurgitating islam... ooh sorry, pooh bear said, what in wahabi? graf einmal! graf zweimal! nein, halt zählen... schädel beklagen die kürbislachen von oktober; die letzte reste von ein tag.*
may i introduce some biblical command?
and i ask doubly -
what's the difference between the "devil"
that asks within temptation -
compared with the devil that asks within
the confines of charm?
does not one leave man with the notion
of free will, and the other with the omnipotent
god?
who beyond man, be indistinguishable
to keep devil or god away from parodical
laments...
if the devil does tempt,
and if a god does charm...
who's will equals who's?
that the devil marks his will
by the unus autem -
and that god...
omni autem -
that the devil rather charm,
and god play the puppet of a devil
with the serpentine of tease, and ask,
and the lost question of temptation being
asked.... not i, nor anyone else,
be believed with a logic of rhyme...
charm forthright provides
unfulfilled truths -
but you tempt with
the provision of fulfilling outright lies;
seems i wrote enough truth,
that i've forgotten the original german
that might be worth recitation.
*and how i love my terrible germaniac...
at least a part of me still feels
insensible, as to leverage the human
cruelty of imperfection.*
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 10:23 PM UTC