January 25, 2007 at 10:29 am (poem)

trip and fall, trip and fall
not that a knife in the back
matters at all.
rise and shine
just do not whine
get fair and square
your stolen share
fell stars break loose
thoughts drop
visions go to heart
images through blood
feelings crack your spine
drown in fear for joy
a bottle of wine
to rip apart
the nerves still there
to spread across
your mind’s last flare.

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new stuff

January 24, 2007 at 12:11 pm (poem)

see clearly my twin
my head is not bowed
my heart is not broken
and I may love you
but never mind such details
just give a mark
I’m blind y’know
and forgetful
please tell me you are there


Bad intentions? killed away
just the sleep I wanted
betrayed me again
can’t face my dreams
they build up fear
they invent lies and insults
but why?

I will never hate you my friend
but the night always brings a dream
makes me afraid
tells me to fight
but why?

Come back into my sight
dispel my doubts.


hate runs away
just emptiness again
rejoice my dear
I’m dead again
visit your grave soon


Call upon
gravel is the heart
every beat may hurt again
the cry to make
caught in a throat
strangled from within.
When hands can’t grasp
nothing that won’t harm
when it even hurts to see
to open these eyes again…
why is the memory blocked?
why this shadow in my head?
my saint please come to me…


stand aside
we all got spoiled again
between accusations and faults
hatred and awe
people gave themselves a leader
not for us
but for everyone caught
outside their heads
and the one’s with the inner pain
won’t be tolerated anymore
and to fulfill a madman’s dream
of a world he calls pure
we all will be cleased away
because he and they are blind.

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January 18, 2007 at 5:26 pm (rant, Uncategorized)

There are things in america worth knowing a a european. One of them is George Carlin.


There’s one of his vids about religion.

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for rin

January 17, 2007 at 2:27 pm (poem)

carrying a decembers mind
through the new year’s streets
you make no noises as you walk
small whispers in the trees above
awaiting the next smile
to feel a slow ease in your heart
next move is to breathe

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just writing

January 16, 2007 at 9:59 pm (poem)


wrong conception
fals truths
pointless expectations
reality’s no safe shore
the rain turned red
scorching cold
soft touch’s not your skin
moon catsts it’s shadow
blade cutting through some hearts
eny through my head
talking like I’m dead
shadows play a harp
knife feel’s really sharp
numbness gives a bost
candles glowing weak
hell is just so cold
as you.

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another song

January 14, 2007 at 10:19 pm (music, poem)

Yet another song, written for native hero.

yet untitled.

double sided battlements
turrents of dismay
while waiting for the clensing rain
I write no anthem down.

when you said it the world broke apart
the great cold distance grew
but you are still here
it’s all just in my head

Are you still this precious gem
gleaming underneath
or did I paint you all in black
disguising what I like?


Yeah right, my scourching saint
I doomed myself for fun
it should be your fault too
femininity’s your armor


we walk trough a canyon
metaphor of life
scorched and hurt I may be
but I’m still here with you

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January 13, 2007 at 9:39 pm (rant, Uncategorized)

coldlight once that only jerks feel sorry for themselves, so I don’t. I’m just… really annyoed. That’s not the same. And angry, pretty much angry.

But I guess that adds up to jerk in the end so it’s the same ‘feelin sorry’ just in disguise. But i the end, what isn’t?

chumbawamba sang:
I got knocked down
but I get up again
you never gonna keep me down 

plus reel big fish’s
want to do something right
but I haven’t yet

It’s easier thinking in songs?

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January 12, 2007 at 7:02 pm (Uncategorized)

Possibly no writing today.

funy stuff inside my head. keeps me occupied.

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January 9, 2007 at 9:05 pm (poem)

brick wall

some masons pride
but some bricks are crumbling
one side instable
immobile, solid, reliable
something to hide behind
making you feel safe.
But it’s also something to knock down
a thing to climb across
thick as a brick
dumb like a wall
two sides again
a pointless fight
just knock it down
or paint it green.

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considering music

January 9, 2007 at 1:44 pm (music, rant)


Consider music. Consider the cooper temple clause. They are from Reading, England, and that was probably a very fucked up place to grow up in. That’s imprinted in their music. But no matter – the reason you should seriously consider to buy their first record (from 2001 I think) see this through and leave is the sheer intensity of the last song named murder song.

Everyone I know who listend to this song got addicted to it. Strange, but true. It’s somewhere in the tone, in the way it’s sung… and it’s seriously dangerous to your mind.
But I recommend it nevertheless.

But be warned, it might ruin your mood 😉

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