csc_0425what if the only deadline was death?

what if time did not exist

what if this was true?


would you try?


be careful who

you show your music to

it may be a memory





never lost

Beim ersten Druck

verblasst, kalt, stechend

undurchdringbar erscheinst du mir.

Da tret ich heran und merke nicht,

dass du zerbrichst.

Mir wird klar,

dünne Äste können einen schweren Kern nicht tragen.

Doch das Strecken nach Licht und Wärme verlierst du nicht,

bleib so.

the most immense thing about beauty

is finding it gone.

from: Charles Bukowski, the mischief of expiration

Power is everywhere, they say.

Maybe that power may sometime come here,

to me, to us.

She says.

what are we waiting for?

the light of the world screams

it is hungry, it is poor

the cry cuts my skin and reaches my organs

Help! Help!

while tearing apart the inner self

discovering  demons

looking  in the eye

let time destroy

what ceases to exist, cannot harm

begin to  to breathe

to live

the light of the world discovers its first fire-ray

go on and do not stop

Dear Bloggers, Poetry-Connoisseurs and Literature-Lovers,


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Schaut vorbei und lasst euch drücken!


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A Crazy Fool

You must see flowers in the desert

And rainbows in the clouds

You must feel silence among thunder

Joy in solemnity and lightness in the dark.

You must hear laughs among pain

Rhythm in chaos and thankfulness in poverty.

Either you are a crazy fool


what you see, feel and hear





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