Truth is a hobo Unkempt poorly dressed shabby A fashion disaster Truth is despised like stray dogs in a dump waiting for adoption in vain
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LOVE is not a mere word but the Sanctuary of TRUTH → FREEDOM → KNOWLEDGE → in soulful SOLIDARITY with the SPIRIT-Self. Animals. Asylum to the heart. Nothing is superfluous, suspicious, superficial, everything is hard evidence. NO "GodblessU", NO "Love&Light", but fighting, running, killing, loving, dying bravely when time is up. Breathing "The All That Is" with raw innocence, merciless purity. Being truthFULL, not peaceFOOL beings, lacking foul play. Gypsies have no world for "beautiful". Why? Because Beauty simply IS. When we don't name things, they can exist as they are: wild yet timid, rough without malicious madness, soul-rotting lies, polluting correctness. We let them BE - they set us FREE. Light without real knowledge is like a bleak winter day: bright only because of the snow but it lacks the sunshine, the flame of power. "Love & Light" is only a slogan, but no matter how often are repeated, these words remain dead letters coming from the dark soul of self-righteousness.
-Though summers come and winters go we remain the same - ...................-Though winters come ....................and summers go ....................we are here to stay - ........................................-Through summer's sun .........................................and winter's moon .........................................across the sky we sail -
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Oh the pain, THE PAIN! Regrown remained like rotten meat and all the tears in vain. Let me go, let me die, let me flee, let me fly! Or just give me a shy hug like a brother or a thug, plunging the blade into my heart to tear it apart! Hissing noise Behind us angels hone their wings
Trees are grown, roses bloom
Birds are looking for a mate
The magic happens again
It is f a i t h
Pure pearl in a heart-shell:
l i f e
Magic happens when you expect it
It is t r u s t
The thunderbird of fate
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Fresh leaves of blood-coloured roses
Blind birds keep looking for a mate
ain-pearl in a heartshell: Nest of the thunderbolt of fate
Encompassing the almighty life grief is almost a sparse delight
cold and dark around here burning flames are wreaked havoc beyond the ghostly horizon
the beast of our past is grunting
in mortal gas of greed and lies black holes eat the sunlight in lethal breath of wasted lives the globe a giant graveyard
OUR DREAMS ARE GONE
only idiots believe in peace in the eye of bloodstorms
just dream like winter trees standing tall in windy snowfall dream of shiny spring-leaves
call it heroism
enjoy it as long as on a savage night of sadness death will make all free
IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE
I can only hear the wind playing with the hair of a lone willow
Narrow path of loneliness
Magic night Crazed crows dance on the crispy snow
~~~~ Moonwalk dreams in raging storm ~~~~
Spiderwebs of dewy breath entwined in beaded air
Before the Dawn breaks
to sing the Song of Spring
DAWN…..
crowd….. heat….. no relief…..
panel-desert….. a grayhound
sniffs the air….. dried pond…..
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NOON…..
celestial calm…..
clouds cruise….. the beam is gone…..
hailstones hit the ground…..
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DUSK…..
pink rose….. dogs….. pine trees…..
sweet broom….. your home….. look at all…..
hold….. before the dark…..
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MOON…..
silver corps….. rebirth…..
balmy tears….. creek of willows
weeping in the wind
sparkling eyes glowing shoes cereals never booze
pug-nosed but sad plays games like mad his hair is like fitch his mom is old bitch
a perfect boy tall and slim always a joy to be with him