war speak
He is put to death
Brought to a standstill
Because he
Is a product of the bourgeoisie that
Conspired and infiltrated within
The ranks of the revolutionaries
His purpose ruining the national economy
wonder
The iron veins that move the ground
Skirt in their parallel dwindling lock
The sight of the Indian who already knew
Before our era of clouds split
By birds with stiff wings that
Rise shining to the source waiting for
A renewed exploitation similar like
The pride of the son of Daedalus
However survival has failed
That every pursuit for forces faster higher
And stronger leads to a drain
That the true nature is as it is and
That it is not for nothing that it is bounded
The general exceeds the lines of time
The loco motif derails on the bridge
The eagle descends moved by its prey
The wise man walks kneels in wonder
Surrenders his inner self to the all encompassing
time pierces
The locomotive is racing through
The hour of lost time
It hangs beside the Ark of Covenant
In the temple where once
Long ago
The artists and the
Creator
–
Together
–
Even had breakfast
Jam and eggs
With tea
In Japanese porcelain
Served by
A generous girl
In a kimono
On Zen’s way
Although
The guardians of the cloth
The rules of 10 | 01
And by Cloud 9
The screaming of wheels
On iron
And more scuff on the
Barren land
Of the desert
Where they
–
The Cherubims
–
Once
Long ago
Guarded with eternal pleasure
The entrance
Of the
Garden
Where ever I
Once
Lived
Although
In the real time
Where clocks
Race
In a constructive way
Just like the locomotive
And more racing on the
Iron away from the poor country
Of the desert
Where they
–
The Cherubims
–
Guarded with eternal pleasure
The entrance
Of the
Garden
Where I once
Lived
Although
In pierced time
Where no bells
Toll
In a constructive way
And no more racing on the water
Of the seas where
Once
The fish
Who carried the Ark
Across the universe
Connected to
–
The Cherubims
–
Guarded with eternal pleasure
The entrance
Of the
Garden
Where I once
Lived
Although
[…]
little man
One day it is
Is thoroughly this day you know
Know you think in moving images
Images as simple that show me how
How small a man in this world can be
Be here he is the opposite color
Color of the world in black
Black is the sum of all is not a color really
Really is more like red or yellow and blue
Blue eyes as flowers and water and in air
Air water and sea more like Lethe in a bath
Bath as in or
Or what is it
It is not this or that
That’s more if if
If I do not remember
Know these are white squares of salt
Salt oh man salt of the Earth
Earth grain or corn in the air
Air the breathing of the heavens
Heavens the soul of this world
World sold by the man
Man oh little guy living in lilac
ToNe [NoTe] of your breathing soul
Who travels to the throne of final
Necessity
the unbound horizon
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Here I am the opposite of
That is undamaged by any
Blissful longing for the
Endless the horizon of the egg
That creaks under the weight
Of the downturn people
The soul moves through a shadow
Cabinet of things we only know
Now and were denied first
The rarefied air cleaves
Terahertz with search lights pierce
Drones high skulls
Thinkers in other times a
Morality politely passing
Denies the dream and desire
To unbound and free association
With any obligation whatsoever as
We meet at the end
the all is already inside
There are people who think
About approaching kabbalistic ending
An inconvenient feeling
Don’t believe them
Sense only warmth
A new beginning
Unravel the button
Jump out of Pandora’s box
Unfold the one with the white parrot
Make the weight weightless
Just like the pearl girl
The golden shine in a [pa]radish
She’s arriving on the glittering water
On the earth she’s landing soft
The water on sand
The fire on water
The game of the chiaroscuro
Now is not later
The boat moves the dawning
The sparrows pick from the seeds
The buses are waiting
The mother is the father of the notion
Cornell Tajiri Einstein
In the fantasy they come to mine
And they leave again
The confusion gets out of the way
All seeing and reading with pleasure
We must in a constructive way
Build the country
Protect from the hawk’s claws
The carrying virtue is here
The face looks unending distant
The urge of being gets out of it’s senses
The all is already inside
before the dawning
Show me the
Love of my life
It is the beginning of times
Here’s looking at you, kid
Running running running running…
For the dawning is rising
Don’t go away
Now the time goes by
Play the piano Sam
Play it now!
Goddammit!
Stop playing the piano!
One more time please
Play it for me just this one night
You know it is the beginning
The beginning of a beautiful friendship
What can I do?
Play it once
For old times sake
I do not drink saké
Sing it Sam
Sing it for me
As times goes by
Never ever the times passes by
We’ll always have Paris
Always on top of the tower of Eiffel
You were dancing there for me dressed in blue
Like Lisa did in Blumenfeld’s photograph
[And I climb up like Semonila Pilchard dressed in grey]
We crossed the river Seine
Like we crossed so many rivers before
The Chao Phraya River Meusse
The Rhine The Amstel river
Together always
Kiss me once
One more time
Like the very first time
Kiss me once as if it were
The very very last time
Here for you a lovely kiss
Please come with me
You must go now
You must leave me behind
This could be like eternity
Stay with me always
Always at the beginning
Always together holding hands
I am looking at you[r][,] kid
For the dawning is ascending
Feel! A kiss is just a kiss
Hear! A sigh is just a sigh
Over and over
We are taking the way
swan
Snow white Tuonela swan
She calls
I don’t believe that she knew
That I
Am the very firstborn man
And that
Laughing at the blackest lake
Eve is
The very firstborn woman
Only
The giving makes what you are
That I
Am the first lord of the world
Eve is
The first goddess of the earth
That we
Have come to give purest joy
Swanning you paddle distant
From us
I don’t believe that she knew
[Just like Eve & Adam]
That we will fill
In upcoming years
Thousand
Sobbing handkerchiefs
Full of
Bitterly crying tears
no machine
We go with the machine! Here comes the machine!
Make way for the machine!
Remember your first feelings of silky comfort
I hope you like me from today on through the storm
Through the eye of the Hourglass Nebula I will travel
I’m not a man
I’m a machine
Set me free
No control
The sun is casting a shadow over Cepheid it brightens and
Dims periodically to measure distance in space
Dancing stars celebrate in large elliptical movements
Carried by fields of energy they act as if they are feathers or down
I’m not a man
I’m a machine
Set me free
No control
Clouds of golden sunflowers stick out
The man in me is no more I live like a machine
The lower stone that makes us fall
That one hot stone crashes hard through the wall
I’m not a man
I’m a machine
Set me free
No control
It’s really far I take the good path
The engine starts I will ascend to the nature above
I lift up I would like to thank you for the extended time
My destination is clear it can not be missed
I’m not a man
I’m a machine
Set me free
No control
The high and low tones that no one can hear
Makes my eyes breaks open
The mirrors become visible
In the Uni Multi Omni Versum
I’m a man
I’m a machine
Set me free
No control
Now I have traveled through the eye [I]
Have met the other human being
He looks like me is not a copy of me [I am]
No steel only meat and soul the reflection in and out
I’m a man
I’m not a machine
I pretty much
Lost control
time out
For the time being happened
In the pastime of the
Imperishable
Once in a certain time
Unknowing non-longing
For the things that came
The times rushed by
There they stood
Went out of the way
The time rows on
The time roots out
Once in a while
Forgot about the non-heard brag swagger
Couple of fettered
Wanking windy brats
Meaningless super humans
Forgot that not you but
What was waiting for us
Sifted the life
The life sifted
The hunger for knowledge
Was just fried air
Everything thought felt and lost
More pain no life
Deceived by the past
The quest for roots volatilized
The sky did not clear up
The sun did not break through
Did not find the way back
The earth broke open
Could not walk free
Such a little life went by
Such a long life came along
It just goes on and on
I was only
A little boy
And you so fine and far out
The sweetest girl
It was too late [no time]
It was too early [no time]
Time was old
Time was over
And out
all
All
Turns
Round
I feel
Your kiss
On my cheek
Your waving ocean
That nibbles at the beach
And we stand
There
Here
Look up to the sun
Laugh at each other
From afar
Nearby
Embrace each other
Together we
Stand up
Together our
Hearts beat
Are we
One
In the cosmos
Are we
One
On the blue earth
the persistence of memories
Candy says that I no longer desire her body
She wants to love completely and to immerse
Totally looked upon from behind most lovingly
Upon the neck the sliding hand in hand the touching of
The bow tightened the eyes rest whole symmetrically
Parity-wise in the direction of now and then happy
Circumstances in balance the sounds the silence of
The light and other important law giving certainties
Like we are number 1 and so forth turn around forwards
Cylindrical the pupils and the fundamental frequencies
That are brought upon by the diapason untouched
How it is to be loved how it is to be loved
