Each day creates my Universe On my battlefield of thoughts. It be a blessing or a curse: All effect is born from cause. Day shall follow after Night Until I am Eternal Light. Past will vanish into Space Before I am infernal Grace. What chance shows to my fate: All...
Thought’s shape shifting stories May bewitch your morning glories. Listen to them closely though: Beware of what your fear will show. Their torment, even their carress Will haunt you nonetheless. They blind you, make you see Your bonds and set you free. They wash over...
Secret stories dampened huts allow, Sweat and salt upon my brow But the Tuk-Tuk keeps on moving. Open hearts tell many tales Which the fading moon unveils But the Tuk-Tuk keeps on moving. Carried on through timeless space By melodies of haunting grace When the Tuk-Tuk...
(N)Euer Senf – mittelscharf, wenn’s geht