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Full Circle

A play of twitching words Appears like singing birds: Growing, swelling, ever moving – Dwindling, fainting, softly soothing. Chaotic it may seem, Like a broken sungod’s beam When it hits a crystal sphere And bursts into a million tear. Your mind can never grasp;...

Colours

Imagine crystal worlds where, Inside a prism’s sphere, Names are colours, sparkling; And no room for any darkling. A place of Truth and Love, And Consciousness above, Where the light of revelation shines: Where thought with heart alignes. Countless light years gone,...

Crimson Night

Once upon a time, on a cold and dark night I went to the old „Museum Lichtspiele“ cinema at the banks of the mellow Isar river in my hometown of Munich. It was one of the few places where you could watch movies in their original versions. Tiny, sweet and enchanting,...

Crimson Peak

Creaks and groans Scare my old bones. Shatters and clatters, And nothing else matters. Trickling blackness beams Or so it seems; What eerie bleak noises From dead old machinery Of winter’s sad choices In dripping crimson scenery. Deep down secret cellars The past will...

Moral Bombs

Moral bombs attack! Cannot leave my body’s wreck, Lying wasted, burnt and black; There will be no turning back. Cities perish in the storm Of fire, heat and splinters. Warfare changed its rotten form In those cursed winters. Gentlemen like Mister Heston Have never...