1. |
Silent Poetry
05:48
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I scratch myself
In silent poetry.
They‘d say „yes“
To all my agony.
In rubies I wash
My body,
Stripping it of all the
Melody,
That fuels my veins.
The pearls strain
My neck,
With their weight
Of empty words,
That shine
In the burning
Sunlight.
I melt
Into liquid metal.
The only form of softness
Ever known
to me.
Flowing through
The crevices,
I burn those around
me.
Violently forcing
them to soften.
An antithesis
Of emotional states
Fueling my inner skeptic
For when or how
Have I made myself
So vulnerable?
I scratch myself
I am THE silent poetry.
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2. |
Violent Currents
04:32
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3. |
Rise of Andromeda
05:22
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4. |
Words Torn Apart
04:43
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Unequal exchange
Different rates
No interest
In income
of information
Finance of communication
Profitable
A capitalist of facts
Profitting
Materialistic values
Hiding
In immaterial
Selling an idea of self
In exchange
For admiration.
Our worlds
are opposite
sitting far from
one another.
Our words
Torn apart
In an unequal
Exchange
of feelings.
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5. |
An Endless Battle
07:52
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[The Sunset]
An ultraviolet glow
Of the setting sun.
A zealous sorrow
Born of blood.
They feed my ego
As I recede
In a crying chant.
A chant that flows
Into the twilight
And dissolves.
[The Twilight]
An endless battle
For the reign
Over the underground.
The darkness wins.
Layers of dullness
Covering…
[The Night]
Black velvet
Full of spark.
A regal fabric
Of the skies.
Black velvet gliding
Over the forest.
The glass of the lake
Reflecting its glory.
The dullness of the night,
It hides (owns its royalty)
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6. |
Wild Rosemary
03:59
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Wild Rosemary,
Resurrecting from your ashes
Like a phoenix.
On the fragile cliffs
It roots itself
Deep within the rotten flesh.
Soft and tender skin
It once used to be.
Now it’s drowned deep
In the bloody sierra
Waters of the lake.
It turns red
As you descend
In the liquid pyrite
Like your face
As he twists your neck
And you wish she didn't die.
In an eternal chase
For women that
Have never seen the light,
Your legs will tremble
In a senseless void.
The blood of your enemies,
That never ceased
The chance to love
Your extreme tendencies,
Now stains your gloves.
And the bodies drown
In a pyrite mud
Of your wedding gown.
The silks they flood
Our human serenity,
Of those unloved.
And like a witch
For centuries
You strangle those
With jealousy.
Giving birth to newer victims
Of your own violence,
That hides within a wisdom
Of long lost silence,
You thrive on their lives.
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7. |
Destroying
05:55
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8. |
Mourning
06:38
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My brain devouring
All that could have
Happened between us.
Sweet loss is sugar hard.
A crystalline mesh.
I wish nothing happened
In the first place.
A foundation for something
Ruby-perfect.
A programme-like precision
But none of it intuitive.
Feelings were telling me,
Splitting the guts,
Spilling the truth blood.
The ruby-blood of my own sense
Causes epilepsy in your eyes.
The pink shade
Stabbing my heart for never seeing them.
I wish they wrapped me in my deathbed:
A metaphor for my disillusioned femininity.
A bird of freedom gulping
down its own constraints.
I wish it was easy,
But until one of us faints,
There are no winners.
Choking on my own dignity,
trying to swallow the insecurity,
That is infinity.
It gets harder to.
It will never happen to you
To see the dead bloom
I’ve been keeping for you.
It’s a shame it has to rejuvenate
And conceal its fragility.
But from whom???
There is not enough pills and powders
To mask and hide your scars.
I see through you as if you were glass,
Blinded by the glossy reflections
of your imperfections.
I want to see myself
But all I see is DEATH.
The electricity of the dance floors
Unravelling the most secret of tensions.
The sacred darkness of been one
And how it could be two or three or four.
The romanticism of the unknown
Blurring the most sober of visions.
I wish it was two.
I wish it was four.
I wish it could be more.
But as long as one of us
Is swirled in confusion.
It is only one.
It was just once.
It’s always been one.
But for now, all I can do
Is let my brain devour
All that could have happened
with two.
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