aphorisms of a youth
We die to our dreams, or from their loss.
The Germans are a people of the first stanza. The next
they mostly forgotten.
- "Germany, Germany above everything ..."
Everything is all that we lose.
dip into the music that maskenlos and with a smile on his lips: This is the goal of every life.
The solution? There is no solution. We are looking for something that does not exist.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Teaching For The Government Loan Forgiveness
thought deeper than the night
cooler Looking through the leafless tree
, with the late yellow yet.
Oh, I do not look through all things
only a symbol, an iron
moon is a familiar companion.
And no voice dances through the clatter
this cold, silence, nothingness.
No love, no hate
just a tugging breeze that
pushing steadily through the void.
And then this world bothers me, The
I do not even miss them.
MA
cooler Looking through the leafless tree
, with the late yellow yet.
Oh, I do not look through all things
only a symbol, an iron
moon is a familiar companion.
And no voice dances through the clatter
this cold, silence, nothingness.
No love, no hate
just a tugging breeze that
pushing steadily through the void.
And then this world bothers me, The
I do not even miss them.
MA
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Capillaries Or Red Spots
runoff
... just confirm the drops, which are purified by the strands of a swirling head their way relentlessly and mercilessly and fall. Fall on the foamy surface and tear deep holes in the airy, empty protection.
Where breaking through the burning stars of the collection of the obscuring veil of lies, the purified mind knows now betrayed by the abracadabra of a known witch, convulsed by the tormenting sense of self-loathing, made incurable by the mirage of its myths, the security of the mask.
draw at the end of the cork from the vessel and hatred feel like it shrinks around you, as it is empty and returns the coldness with which you strive to protect them from the world that you can not understand. And yet it is from time to time and tears your heart easily moved out of your refrigerator and met her childish game of death ... then feel the joy as it wants the excitement and things get more difficult in body and mind ... you know a fisherman to a sea began.
One end is sure! But always end the never ending return of the filth.
MA
... just confirm the drops, which are purified by the strands of a swirling head their way relentlessly and mercilessly and fall. Fall on the foamy surface and tear deep holes in the airy, empty protection.
Where breaking through the burning stars of the collection of the obscuring veil of lies, the purified mind knows now betrayed by the abracadabra of a known witch, convulsed by the tormenting sense of self-loathing, made incurable by the mirage of its myths, the security of the mask.
draw at the end of the cork from the vessel and hatred feel like it shrinks around you, as it is empty and returns the coldness with which you strive to protect them from the world that you can not understand. And yet it is from time to time and tears your heart easily moved out of your refrigerator and met her childish game of death ... then feel the joy as it wants the excitement and things get more difficult in body and mind ... you know a fisherman to a sea began.
One end is sure! But always end the never ending return of the filth.
MA
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