i see your shape on yonder hill
and i ask my heart be still
i think to self to turn and run
or press on path anew begun

I feel it again, and again no matter
Whether i am old or young:
A mountain range in the night,
on the belcony a silent woman,
A white street in the moonlight curving gently away
That tears my heart with longing out of my body.

Oh burning world, oh white woman on the balcony,
Baying dog in the valley, train rolling far away.
What liars you were, how bitterly you decived me,
Yet you turn out to be my sweetest dream and illusion

Often i tried the frightening way of "Reality"
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An end is a beginning, a scar is a reminder,
The Angels they are singing, to us full of desire

East and West is open, the middle owned by numbers,
thoughts of minds unspoken, the dreams of future slumbers,

the oceans they are angry, with a new and forgien chaos,
some men we are so hungry, for a life that will betray us

truth was lost by silence,and fear was gained by structure
Which provokes such reched violence, unmatched by even thunder

No longer calmed with thee unwanted, ... read more

Smashed Glass Cuts Concrete, Shards Glisten to the street lights under feet.

I walk along this shattered boulevard, ever deeper into shard after shard.

Loose bricks make good grips like God books over bloodied hands.

Black suits and cold shoulders, roll over the masses as down hilled boulders.

good life seen through political eyes, gives a dirty birth to prepetual lies.

i don't sleep at night i walk and listen given in to where i forget myself.