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18.06.2020

Moon streets

With the sunrise's twin,
The night lamp creates spiral galaxies
And the light from the hallway reflects star constellations,
Moon streets over the harbor reflects the astral play,
Forgetful, dreamy nights.
 
Moon streets over the harbor
Reflects the astral play,
The sunrise and its twin,
Through forgetful, dreamy childhood nights
 
Everything that shines - thousand ages,
Life's springs - the suns veins,
Without tears - life that shines,
The world's wait - the road's longing.
 
The window is ajar,
And the slope down to the ocean is a starting ramp.
Elf fog plays around the legs in a sprinting march,
The world's resting and the universe is open,
The night is sound and the dreams are wild.
 
With the book where all of your dreams are collected,
In a home made skiff, sailing through the ether,
Over moon streets by the oceans end,
Through cosmos and the dreams gate.
 
Tellus and her siblings,
Shines through distances of space.
The greatness blossoms and planets take root,
Life that arise from endless clouds of soot.
 
The winds take off,
A thousand sails to the nothingness.
Under the ship's creaking body,
Shadows are collecting stars among the beaches.
 
The silver fogs are thinning,
The world is about to wake up.
The universe closes here again,
And star constellations sails to new horizons.
 
Space reflects the foggy lights dances,
When the night bears the wooden skiff's fragile body.
The echo sounds through distances,
When everything collapses.
 
Flaming horizon,
Dancing through the sunrise,
Watching over a newborn day,
Still sleeping -
 
In the bedrooms quiet darkness,
Where everything converge,
The night's escapades reaches their end,
And the earth's dawn is chiming by the door.
 
23.09.2017

Amphetamine

Tripping in the sky's vault
Among colors, beyond this world,
In euphoria, inside my soul's kingdom.
 
The land of dreams is born out of imagination,
And is realized in front of my eyes.
The wonderful, artificial world that's been conceived,
Seems infinite.
 
Finally, in the trip's angst-filled hangover.
Darkness seems to flow through my veins,
And my senses aren't running at full capacity.
Palpitation, angst and depressions follow.
 
Life has taken a U-turn,
And now I wish only that the burning darkness inside me,
That the haunting voices,
Would disappear.
And that I can be free of everything...
 
Melancholic dysphoria, angst-ridden nightmares.
Death can only be viewed as liberation now.