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Z
07:24
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I)
I must descend
into the depth
into darkness I slipped
like the sun behind the sea
shedding light on the underworld too
I must go down – just like you
I carried my ashes
to the mountain top
into the valley
I bring fire today
Awoken the child awaking the sleepers
from their sleep-walk way
So bless me
bless the cup that overflows
see your reflection on the waves
to sea we all must go
I am the tightrope walker
my act is set
I’ve come here to tell you
(In case you have not heard it yet)
that GOD IS DEAD!
And as the cup longs to be empty
I long to be man
yes, I am here to sing to you
the song of the UBERMENSCH!
II)
Apostles of morality
you shall fall by your own sword
for just like you your morals
are false, corrupt, defraud
you propagate your twilight world
as if it’s all man can afford
shout blasphemy as your god flees
your faith forlorn, remote
Convicts of eternity
your church is crumbling fast
like your god you always knew
that your forever’d never last
Now on its way a future
that will strive without your god
without your saints without your lies
beyond the shadow of your cloth
III)
I slept my sleep
now awake at dreaming’s end
What does the voice of deep midnight
contend?
Deep is the world
Deep is its woe
Deeper than man can comprehend
whispers: fade! Shouts: go!
Joy wants eternity
Joy deeper than heart’s agony
This is my morning
My day begins
Rise up!
Rise with me!
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Giaconda
06:14
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Evening comes in gloomy cloth
go away from the window
The night december dark
Whining, whispering candelabra
behind my broken back
Trivial the solidity of lead
as is this battered heart of tin
cold barely carnal
though at night
the echoes of my screams
nestle softly into her
Will there be love tonight?
And if, how much?
A crumb? The sum of all love?
Still I spy into the scarred facade of the rain
waiting for you to fly – to me
while the urban surf washes over me
midnight charging, chasing me
catches up and stabs me with its knife
Damned, speak up! Have you not yet have enough?
So...What…
Nocturnal now the room
the house grinds its frosty teeth
the door lock rattles – You arrive
gleefully gloating, speak cold and torn:
I am leaving, just so you know
Go ahead, I say
with patience pure
and the pulse of a corpse in pain
Do you remember Jack London
money and love, passion, lust
when all I descried was her as Giaconda
you must grab and take
Now somebody took her away
I feel my “I” crams and suffocates me
in love, again, forever – more so now
a vagrant stork
that lives in the smoldering ruins
of what once was me
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I)
I wander in dark gardens
listen to the swansong of the night
immersed in the deep that gives and takes
I know my being, I am silent and subside
Fountains squirting pearls of lust
soft bays dream of tall dark trees
my beach is for the living just
I bid farewell – at last – I’m free
I am done with this island life
the silent herds, the dying green
I want to sail to strange shorelines
driven by storms, rapturous dreams
I am algae leaf, hill in the dunes
shaped by the wind, death carries me
despair now far, all longing too soon
I am the coast – eternal is the sea
In strange blood all shall rise
and stay forever drowned
in the fires of man’s lives
wretched passion – now unbound
II)
The silent hours, the fluid colours
of your eye’s fading glance
locked up in my lazy parlour
you are morning, inviting me to dance
Unswept sideways of forsaken love
fleeting kisses and heedless mirth
Unparalleled and supplementing
like your heaven and my earth
Still – the heavy grapes of gravity
pull the bough, not yet overgrown
a few berries, fruity flesh
away, away – this bird has flown
III)
Goodbye to you, my fleeting
free your wings for one last flight
locked in runes complete the sequence
that wrote your name into the light
Goodbye to you, tormentor mine
collecting tears of countless wakes
lost, again, forever in my time
in the deep that gives and takes
Again I must wander in my garden
hear night’s swansong in the tired grass
the nocturnal sea forever, endless
faintly sighing – (then) all is past
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Salomo's Psalm
13:51
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Strayed into the universe
to the deserts of the moon
sank silently in its dust
some croaked far too soon
Stewed by Mercury’s lead haze
eaten by the sun on Mars
drowned in oil pools of Venus
kissed radio-active stars
Jupiter spun arrow-fast
reeked of thick methane puss
we threw up on Ganymede
hanging mightily above us
Cursing Saturn, trite nothingness
Uranus, Neptune, grey-green cold
beyond Pluto more or less
we made our last dirty joke
Mistaking Canopus for Sirius
and Sirius for Alpha Centauri
float adrift up to the depth
to the stars we’d never reach
Now we are mummies in our ship
entombed in crust of our own dirt
in our grimace no memory
of breathing mother earth
(Epilogue)
I am the old King Salomo
I once was wealthy, godly, wise
my wisdom conquered my fear of god
and my wealth was build on lies
my kingdom now forsaken
through gleaming wastelands my people go
a dying world circumvents a lonely sun
and with it poor old Salomo
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5. |
The Moment
04:18
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Here you now stand
In the midst of your room
In your house
On your field
On your isle
In your world
And you know how you came here
You have travelled the spheres
Worked ever so hard
Yes, this is the moment
to proudly proclaim:
This I Own
And in this moment
The trees that protect you
Release their embrace
And the winds that carried you
Now blow hard in your face
And all the cliffs crumble
And eventually fall
And you cannot breathe
For the air is a wall
“No” the trees sigh
“No” whispers the wind
“No” roar the cliffs
“No” blows the air
You are nothing!
You roamed the fields
Climbed up the hills
Planted your flags
And proclaimed that
you came and you saw and you conquered
But we never were yours
You never belonged
You never found us
but we found you:
A visitor in time
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