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said life and left without a trace.

Sitting at the gate, an hour before the airplane leaves, I want to be one of you. One of you, with the healthy glow in your hair, dear shining eyes and the look of innocent indifference. One of you, with a family to call, a partner to come home...

Watch myself on the other side See the bits and pieces breaking through Something's there and I cannot hide As I'm gazing at this deja-vu Misty face on a seagull's cry Opens eyes and breaks the wind into Something lives that can...

I think I've seen you once before I know you somewhere from my dreams One of those strange intriguing shows I woke up wondering where I'd been The place, the time, they seemed so real And now you stand in front of me And smile as if...

The mystery of existence was revealed to me Some debris spiraling down the drain When I was in the shower with God He grinned at me mischievously And said: "It's nothing but a play The grand design was my mistake (I was as bored then as...

Thank you, my darkness, for holding me tight, Thank you, my candle, for giving me light, Thank you, my medicine, ceasing my pain, Thank you, my heaven, for sun and for rain, Thank you, my playmate, for giving me fun, Thank you, my guardian, for...

looks like heavy rain on tired shoulders, with no1 to talk to. friends are far away, they told You not to seek them. In the night, dreams return, with shared answers. neither mine nor asked for. spirit dances like snowflake in front of the cat....

Old man told me about his way of life, of long fascinating journeys, experiences, adventures and the meaning of life. Sadness and happiness at the same time were reflecting in his honest, gray and brown eyes. They spoke volumes. One of his...

Every night repeats itself: man sits in front his bookshelf and with the hours dripping o'er his high senses seem to lower Artificial light reflected on his skin as pale projected, no movement there except his breath gi'es sign...

When it began to be windy he thought she would link arms with him, but she didn ´t do it. The wind blew her beautifully long black hair behind her. “We will survive here”, he said to her and looked in her fair and beautiful eyes....

dance with me on every single stair let only gravity hold back our passion but warm its earth between the stars as if the eyes could now with ancient tongues and teeth what noone else has seen. we taste the air So let our heart taste our silences...

You are my first thought in the morning like the grip to the light switch you are like the taste of the first piece of my breakfast you are the focus of my daydreams when I need a short break at work you are warming my soul like my lunch is...

Historical origin: roots unknown, but assumably 9th or 8th century BC Geographical origin: not precisely known, but tracing back to traditions distilling spirits in the Far East Origin of the word: Gaelic ‘uisce beatha’ (water of life – see...

In current times there is no longer a single Ethnic which can be called by this name – because the recent history (past century) forced the foremost particular tribes to intermingle with their former slaves and other local ethnics. The roots of...

A bright afternoon sun is illuminating the last golden apples and warming my face. The time is coming where light is dying shadows are growing and the gate to the otherworld opening wide. The sun is golden the warmth is gone the skin of my face...

Look around in a spiritual gathering Seeing all the different faces Friendly, curious, relaxed Forming and welding a very special mood There is approaching a name for it From the depths of my brain …but I cannot catch it, the name - it’s...

On Tuesday 11th of September the Western World was terribly rocked: Two civil airplanes crashed into the American World Trade Centre. Whether you agree or disagree with American politics It does not matter… This event impacts deeply the sense...

kissed you first that night I'd decided to stay when we talked we drank jack daniels with scotch and we listened to "the fray" we'll meet again again you'll pray: just believe me just believe when I say you don’t have...

I am not Irish by birth – but I love this country. My parents have never been in Eire – but I get homesick when I leave it. I don’t have ancestors in the ancient Ireland – but my thoughts and feelings seem to have Celtic roots. All my...

(Samhuinn, Hallowe’en, All Hallow Souls etc.) This is – and is intended to be so – only a short and incomplete overview about what Samhain is, the religious meaning and where the word / name comes from. Those people who are interested in...

Be one with nature unreachable sweet freedom that is a hard way

There is the freedom in the heart of the hippie sun peace love 'n sex

Uprootet, a tree sits on a mountain. Alone. All it can think of is, how hard the loss of roots. Walk, my tree, you have now freedom like me! Walk on!

my name is what I think of me especially where and what I flee against all odds the day begins and calls me voiceless, speechless free nameless, but as no-one ever with opening my eyes the breathing sings. the day begins. remember me. remember...

the smell of roses had cast a shadow in my dreams and kept me searching for what I thought it means. everywhere and everystep the shadow clutches a hunch of song but noone that it touches. and no recognition. Then silence made me fall asleep....

now you know fifteen thousand people of the square just dance in their empty gazes undress yourself in perfect graduation tomorrow you will find your best friend tomorrow you will find your soul mate everyone promise you'll soon reach...

Time to tabulate your vacuum Breeze into the gas cylinder, Emotions are biology, gleams of the big bang Far away, times between Cut the eternal umbilical cord Soon we'll find a place to share invisible rainbows high in the air It's in...

One Team One Voice One Hate One State One Mind One Fuck One IBM

Can a man change his stars? Can he walk behind bars? Can he think free, unbound? Can he stop, turn around? Can a boy see his fate? Can he share with his mate? Can he find his true self? Can he come out his shelf? Can he?

Every day the darkness melted and every night the sun disappeared and sometimes there was a full moon and sometimes it has been hidden by clouds and sometimes there was no moon visible but the sun rised again, as if nothing had happened. And it...

Summery of summer evenings sliding softly sinking swift drifting towards tomorrows bathos tempting to skip the time Wintertime drowning in dreadful dreams illuminating illusions of transience in an ocean of deathless distress aiming nothing but ease

like buds to the barren trees. a song in a whispering night. a wisdom in a silly world. thats why we are so afraid of nightmares.

If you had told me from the beginning, that I would have to come all this way, just to get to the starting point; maybe I wouldn't have come here at all. But now I am here, so try to break me if you can. But I will be damned, if ever I trade...

At the train stop, train moving in a circle, there's somebody's voice whispering a song. You feel like You've been here before, watch out, it's an ongoing train. Dream-bud like a rosebud, just like citizen Cane, I will whisper...

She's riding on her old trained horse, through the german boring woods, she feels lonely and dreams of the freedom, she will never be able to live. Lonley Cowgirl dreams are scratched in an old oak timbered fence. Lonley Cowgirl dreams are...

I am getting my shoes and my horse, opening the door and ride away. rappeldappel - ih - a - ho Im riding away my troubles feeling free and doin' what I want. Leaving my home and my past behind me, passing forests, hills and lakes....

Is it a Guardian Angel or a Guiding Angel? It depends on which side of the road You are walking. Don't mistake the angels for the duality of our doings.

For all the things that I have done, for all the way that I have come, why should I be afraid? There's nothing left for me to fear, for all of me is here.

Language of the Dancer. Did U see Love fade i guess not so don't trust your eyes dive into music. Are U Jazz enough to feel Cool enough to stay the rhythm Rock enough to keep the beat Rap enough to speak it out Blue enough to cry out loud...

what sense do i have but dream of a feeling when i can not feel it says my wishful thinking pretending to be as logical as a feeling. But the feeling itself would never pretend to be there, when it is not. it would send an angel the wing of...

Sitting on the veranda, in front of my house, thinking of my past. There were times of trouble, times of sunshine, and there was the time with you. My home are the hills and mountains, a land with woods and seas, rivers and wide open spaces. Now...

Come closer now Come closer still I need your Touch And in this Life I always will And I am so much stronger now With you I melt Could hold you up Give it a try And my struggle I give up And like this way I never felt Come enter me I welcome you...

Our story is just told, the past ist fading - more and more. Once our love was strong, like an immortal eagle - by now broken wings. Our book is just written, locked like a diary - with a lost key What would I do, to read it again? - Just one...

Paint a picture, of all what you feel and tell me a story of all what you think. Once life was easy, once life was pink, time is a big, undestroyable wheel. Foster a tree with all of your dreams, water it with all of your tears shine it with...

Stay or go - it's your decision, our time ist just more a vision, stay or go - it's up to you, maybe one time, your wishes come true. Our love was burned, our opinions turned ... So stay or go - at once or never Now less than ever, so...

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if you really love me you'll erase me from your dreams I'm not too pretty, maybe just to young - and maybe to innocent - to understand that nothing ever lasts in your private neverland if your really love me you'll never write to...

caress your hair with looks and hands softly to not disturb stardust there playing with sunlight dancing over the tip of your nose with gentle fingers till it makes you smile and let them rest on the tiny hollow over your lips yet drinking...

pal, did children cry was papas drunken pain and mam' stood shy against the trembling wall ah fear flew high, the itzybitzy children but were all these characters in vain did glue, the face and voice not cry - our unbreakable silence hut not...