Visions of America
The black box
communication
breakthrough
Ashes of a logical theory
The names
shadows
hypes
A forced craving
to keep presenting
the newest and the best
By only working digitally
something was robbed from
their education
What about
that
WIld West
tick-tock…
Are you ready?
Science fiction
the hypnotic effects
projects continued
Reports
interviews
reviews
The second
installment
has come
knock-knock…
Index
Terror
I came to a point when I
wanted to face things that
needed to be faced
See what I mean
the heads of state
a type for a theater
an epic tale
Looks like
a society driven by
having
Broken brickwork
words are just words
anthropological
barriers
Wake up
Take a little trip
down paradise’s
endless shores
Our heritage
-
A sense of hope
The great
age of
the Skychild
something in you
can only be reached
by your young self
when you’re old
I can walk through sleeping streets for weeks at a time.
Sometimes, after days of walking, after years of ruminating,
decades of drinking, I dance for a moment, when I get caught
by my shadow, bewitched by an old echo of your voice.
On the streets you can die in an instant if you’re too fragile to get blown away.
I hear you singing in my head while I’m drinking gin with some old men at the harbor.
Why did I choose this life? Have I even done so? I need sleep. I need wild dreams
of your mountainlioneske moves, your hair smelling like sweets,
your pussy tasting like an unknows fruit,
invigorating and amazingly addictive
Please tell me about your dance once again, about your unwashed self running wild.
Your crazy, childlike laughter haunts me like a friendly ghost,
coming back, as soon as I dare to feel too good.
You can only grow with all your fears invited.
Kiss me again and I will teach you how to fly.
It’s everything
the unknow
peel yourself
don’t shy away
the sky is bleeding only for you
Become plantlike
in your thinking
give yourself to the sun
be yourself in your roots
your fires
Do you remember those nights of warm, wet comfort in the years of morning?
Can you still feel the fresh air on your skin, the sun drying your hair?
The visions of night getting you so excited for the evening to come?
Beer at the fire, dances in the dark, bodies in ecstasy?
Is your youth willing to live?
I am here with all my heart, ready to take off.
I feel like a wild sprout, strong enough now to burst the street open
and to declare forest, not to suppress, but to dissolve.
Let's swim in the dark tonight, dive into the unknown.
Let's really feel the moon.
Let's make love with the stars, the real stars.
Let's flood the streets with morning and melodies and fruit.
I want to eat the day alive
somewhere after this
there will be gardens
like in the days of old