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If only we could find the words to describe... If only we could trust each other again... If only we could forget... If only there was a way to start all over again... but we won't.

I'll rip you into pieces change living into dead and if I don't succeed now I'll be back

While you're on LSD, your lonely trip, I am doing blind free climbing, to care for my body own drugs, listening to unendless silence of inner peace and balance drawing the scurillest pictures with the colours of my heart and dreams and...

the "could have been done, what should have been done" never worked the "who's in charge here, headrolling twister" never looked

I hate your name, I hate your face, I hate everything but you. I hate the way you bring me down, the way you always made me smile. I hate the memories of you, the fact that they are past. I hate everything but you, cause you are whom I love.

the pains of heart the questions sigh one nighting.gale mechanic thoughts the lighting pale until no reasons fly

Another toast to the lassies I would like to propose a toast to those who accompany us men. While we always see ourselves as the cavemen hunting the game while the women tend the fire, we probably need a little rethink. What are women? A nasty...

While the angels watching over us we're losing ourselfs in the breath of the cold wintermoon. Taking footstep by footstep life's running out of time. In the coldest nights i've lost my mind. Was losing my inner navigation - was...

let me tell you my predicament my heart at times so lost in dreams called to awake and whilest the storm would tear at all the leaves this day would not wake up i dreamt, there could be light i dreamt, of course the dream had sight but eyes are...

Because I miss her More than words could say And I think I’m crushing Around 4 each day My thoughts keep racing Like a skate parade I don’t know what I’m here for. Can’t leave. Can’t stay. Can’t say This brutal beauty On fragile feet...

a flight of flies a fight of lies and many unexpected good ol' good-byes

If I had a country, in which I would be home, not only as death-dedicated to visit, a Caesar in the honour or thousand voices, to the weathering applause. Not for field and ear, to the choirs of Unrest. I would begin, on each new morning a new...

slow these words have a seat do you want a cup of coffee do you want to meet? a doorbell rings a doorbell brings another stranger thats how we meet lets face it from stranger to stranger

a texture is small unit of words mixed and woven together to catch the light and color of a moment it may be dim, vage, faint, even drifting or strong, delightful, captive, inspiring or dramatic, engaged, sadden, or bright a painted writing to a...

Complicated whispering, thoughts in their great mess My miserable convinces and my false address Incessantly assurances, ‘We’ll never be apart’ And till the end the train of thoughts that crashed into your heart The ruin of those remains,...

don't trust me I'm crazy my heart is filled with ancient glow an indian queen remembered in white marble neither words nor silence are able to speak I cannot dream anymore my breath is my only relief

TROUT enters the pub, curtly greets the barkeeper, who is busy polishing glasses with a nod. He walks passed the restrooms and enters a back room trough a low door. Without taking a look, he closes the door behind him. When he finally surveys the...

jamming with inspiration we better be in tune there might be also a need for "clean ears" not all the music is played in words alone

Are you going Are you going to make me a Christian Are you going to or are you going in order to make me a Christian make me a believer But if you’re going what the hell is there left to believe in April 11, 2010 3pm

Can you hear my diseased heart? Can you see myself deep inside? And can you feel my misty soul? Touch my diamond tears. Touch and cry with my sad life. However, do not lose yourself

when the light's shining as bright as day, when the birds are singing their song, when the wolves are hunting their pray and rivers are floating along, what will you be doing, where will you be gone?

(A and B walking. They are middle class) A: And now for a nice stroll through the Royal Academy. B: I' really looking forward to the waterworks. A: Waterworks rule. (B stumbles) B: What the hell...? A: Look what's lying there! A...

Amongst all sprouts amidst the carpet flowering still weeding flooding song the summer steps from spring times call the autumn laws a moments flower stood embrace its colors dim delivering though underground despair a voice like wooden horses all...

That day I am about to talk about wasn't so special at all. At least from my point of view. A normal day were one thinks, nothing really special would happen, hopes it would indeed and goes around looking every where in case it shows up...

A song i remembered while going downstairs to look wether new bills had arrived or someone thought, it would be an extremely good idea to invest in a new piece of paper which has been thrown on the market recently and amongst the few that would...

You made the trees grow leaves within the seasons and the bees the wind that made them dance unlocked a moments treasure it looked like birds that play and joy for every color that would portrait a song in inner silence a moment I could grab not...

I go into the day in that. and feeling... nothing Influence my life and me. I do not believe that I have time, but I say now or never! "That is my white water of the deep darkness of my soul." And walk to the horizon of my heart. I...

Summoned was the ghost of this past year by memories fading almost away sincerely invited to last for one day; for remembrance of this time with no fear. A billion birth's and death's all the same to become from nothing or to nothing...

we share everything except that we have nothing in common

first sight scenario

walks along the pebble shore dreams with You, but asks for more every poem walks through Brighton as if looking at the waves visits dreams and words like souveniers envelopes another meaning walks the beach with You every time it rains in...

Who are you, clouds? disordered exhalation Of spoken words and of unspoken notions? Who are you, waves of never-resting oceans Where every drop is passion and sensation? You meads and woods, immobile decoration Wherein each vein and root is full...

ok, the stone lives longer used as weapon might be stronger I hope I won't forget because when thrown to catch a stone You must be swift and if it's heavy it is hard to lift a flower is easely picked up and with joy admired like a toy I...

1.Strophe And I`m shooting x-rays from my Eyes, like I am super-doomed. Now I see you tried to Ruin me. Surprise, surprise! Surprise, surprise And I think you really have no Clue who the fuck you`re talking to, but it`s me who`s challanging You....

My honey's lips are colourless and dull, Her eyes are so opaque that I get bored, There grows no hair upon the ugly skull, The tits are flatter than an ironing board. Her cheeks are not like roses fresh and young, They urge me to go out...

To show thy deep concern about my arse Thou gav’st me, my dear friend, my witty donnot, A precious gift – a chamber China vase With a slit-eyed dark lady painted on it. Didst thou foreknow the dun un-British beauty Would fascinate my senses?...

Far beyond the sunset, its always been the same. Encouraged soul surrounds me, softly whispering my name. Secrets of a dawning day will never be fading away. a secret from a world long ago, tells me that I have to go. No mercy, no freedom, I will...

[:Saturday in the morning You call me,that is good Your eyes like a rainbow Your lips like a vision. Saturday in the evening I meet you,that is good We dance in the midnight We dance in the dawn. Let me sleep beside you Baby don't you know:].*

Every inch a lady Every inch like a rock You're my beautiful You're my beautiful You're my beautiful love You're my sunshine in the night You're every day my star in my life You're my beautiful You're my...

Live's like a good wine Planted with love Fostered a while True with no guile and all that above Makes it last a long time All the best to the proud parents and for the little baby ...

deep black dark night under the cover of darkness sick at heart filled with fear afraid of beeing alone longing for you being a flame like being all for it blazing red flickering bridling at dead of night then the morning after the night before...

if i believe -and i believe in magic- i swear a stone could fly if i could see -and yet i'm sure i can- i would see you with nothing else around if people trust -it's what they never did- the world would be different

All thoughts I've ever written are leaving now and everything I've ever done is breaking down. All the glory been achieved, every tiny piece of luck, as if it all was wasted. So what for did I -and everybody else- do such things when...

You girl, with golden hair, The way you treat me is not fair, Imagine what you mean to me, Make up your mind and be free. Let's get crazy in the club Cruise through the beat just like a sub, Yes, everytime I'm out with you, Just tell me...

Stonehenge gilded my love, Your facet is a exuberance of love, Your form is builting like a burden, Long since was your visage Like a stoolpigeon of feelings, Your stock of warmth is Like a seagull woman, Your pompous figure is gilded Made from...

Young Jerry who lived in the prairies Rode out every day to pluck cherries, So that now in those places You can see lots of faces Resembling each other and Jerry’s.

A sprinter was able to sprint As fast as a bird on the wind, Though his ass and two legs Had between them square eggs And were neither feathered nor winged.