Set Your Goals

How you make me smile so.




I refuse to stand for organized crime!
Organized crime comes in more forms than one!
And your god is no exception!

Flagitious Idiosyncrasy in the Dilapidation

Oh, how you are grindcore.

Beauty (Revised)

So lately all I find myself listening to again is Black Metal. More specifically Atmoshperic/Ambient/Melancholic/DS Black Metal/Doom. And I really just feel like listing a number of bands, more so than anything in the hope someone reading this may decide to check a few out and realize there is much more beyond the common misconceptions.

Abyssmal Sorrow (Australia) - Funeral Doom
Agalloch (USA) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Alcest (France) - Ambient/Shoegaze
Algaesthesia (Poland) - DSBM
All the Cold (Russia) - DSBM
Altar of Plagues (Ireland) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Amesoeurs (France) - Ambient/Shoegaze
Ancient Tundra (Canada) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Ancient Wisdom (Sweden) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Anti (Germany) - DSBM
Apati (Sweden) - DSBM
Arctic Plateau (Italy) - Ambient/Shoegaze
Astral Luminous (USA) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Au Sacre Des Nuits (Brazil) - DSBM
Aura HeimiS (Chili) - Funeral Doom
Austere (Australia) - DSBM
The Austrasian Goat (France) - Funeral Doom
Autumn (Russia) - Doom
Autumnal (Spain) - Doom
The Axis of Perdition (United Kingdom) - Dark Ambient
Bann (Germany) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Battle Dagorath (USA) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Before the Rain (Portugal) - Doom
Benighted in Sodom (USA) - DSBM
Burzum (Norway) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Caïna (United Kingdom) - Post Black Metal
Canis Dirus (USA) - DSBM
Carrion Wraith (Canada) - DSBM
Clair Cassis (USA) - Ambient/Atmospheric
ColdWorld (Germany) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Cry of Silence (Greece) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Csjethe (Canada) - DSBM
Daylight Dies (USA) - Doom
Deep-pression (Poland) - DSBM
Depressive Years (USA) - DSBM
Dernier Martyr (Russia) - Ambient/Shoegaze
Dødheimsgard (Norway) - Avant-garde/Ambient/Atmospheric
Doom:VS (Sweden) - Doom
Drained (Canada) - DSBM
Drudkh (Ukraine) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Dysthymia (Iceland) - DSBM
Elffor (Spain) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Ethereal Beauty (USA) - Ambient/Shoegaze
Exiled from Light (New Zealand) - DSBM
The Fall of Every Season (Norway) - Doom
Falls of Rauros (USA) - Atmospheric/Folk
Fen (United Kingdom) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Feos (Germany) - Ambient/Shoegaze
The Foetal Mind (France) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Forest of Shadows (Sweden) - Doom
Forest Stream (Russia) - Doom
Forgive Me (Jordan) - DSBM
Forgotten Woods (Norway) - DSBM
From The Sunset, Forest And Grief (Mexico) - DSBM
Frozenthia Depresis (France) - DSBM
Funeral RIP (France) - DSBM
Grey Waters (Australia) - Ambient/Shoegaze
Gris (Canada) - DSBM
Hanging Garden (Finland) - Doom
Happy Days (USA) - DSBM
Heretoir (Germany) - Ambient/Shoegaze
Hypomanie (Netherlands) - DSBM
Hypothermia (Sweden) - DSBM
Ildjarn (Norway) - Atmoshperic
Inborn Suffering (France) - Doom
In the Woods... (Norway) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Inverna (Switzerland) - DSBM
Katatonia (Sweden) - Doom
Kauan (Russia) - Doom/Post-Rock
Lantlôs (Germany) - Ambient/Shoegaze
Leichenstätte (Germany) - DSBM
Les Chants de Nihil (France) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Les Discrets (France) - Ambient/Shoegaze
Lethian Dreams (France) - Ambient/Doom
Lifelover (Sweden) - DSBM
Livsnekad (Sweden) - DSBM
Longing for Dawn (Canada) - Funeral Doom
Lurker of Chalice (USA) - Atmospheric
Luror (Germany) - DSBM
Lyrinx (United Kingdom) - DSBM
Make a Change...Kill Yourself (Denmark) - DSBM
Marks of the Masochist (USA) - DSBM
Means to an End (Belgium/USA) - DSBM
Midnight Odyssey (Australia) - Atmospheric
Mirkwood (USA) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Mirrorthrone (Switzerland) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Miserere Luminis (Canada) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Mordheim (France) - DSBM
The Morningside (Russia) - Doom
Morthond (USA) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Mournful Congregation (Australia) - Funeral Doom
Mourning Beloveth (Ireland) - Doom
Mourning Dawn (France) - Black/Doom
Nachtvorst (Netherlands) - DSBM
Nae'blis (Sweden) - DSBM
Nahvalr (USA) - DSBM
Nashehrhum (Italy) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Negură Bunget (Romania) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Nekrasov (Australia) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Niflheim (Canada) - DSBM
Nihil Nocturne (Germany) - DSBM
Nocturnal Depression (France) - DSBM
Nortt (Denmark) - DSBM
Nyctalgia (Switzerland)- Ambient/Atmospheric
Nyktalgia (Germany) - DSBM
Officium Triste (Netherlands) - Doom
Paysage d'Hiver (Switzerland) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Pensées Nocturnes (France) - DSBM
Peordh (USA) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Petrychor (USA) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Poccolus (Lithuania) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Raventale (Ukraine) - Black/Doom
The Ruins of Beverast (Germany) - Ambient/Atmospheric
S:Cage (Korea)- Dark Ambient
Saturnus (Denmark) - Doom
Self-Inflicted Violence (United Kingdom) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Seul. (France) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Shape of Despair (Finland) - Funeral Doom
Shining (Sweden)- DSBM
Shyy (Brazil) - Ambient/Shoegaze
Sieghetnar (Germany) - DSBM
Silencer (Sweden) - DSBM
Sobre Nocturne (Sweden) - Doom
Solefald (Norway) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Soliness (Germany) - Ambient/Shoegaze
Sombres Forêts (Canada) - DSBM
Sterbend (Germany) - DSBM
Sterbenzeit (Italy) - DSBM
Suffocate for Fuck Sake (Sweden) - Ambient/Post-Rock
Sui Caedere (Canada) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Suicide Solution (Germany) - DSBM
Summoning (Austria) - Ambient/Folk
Thränenkind (Germany) - DSBM
Todessehnsucht (Germany) - DSBM
Todtgelichter (Germany)- DSBM
Through the Pain (Germany) - DSBM
Thy Light (Brazil) - DSBM
Thy Repentance (Russia) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Toil (USA)- DSBM
Tomhet (Canada) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Total Negation (Germany) - DSBM
Trancelike Void (Belgium) - DSBM
Trauer (Germany) - DSBM
Trist (Czech Republic) - DSBM
Ulver (Norway) - Atmospheric
Underjordiska (Sweden) - Atmospheric/Viking
Velvet Cacoon (USA) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Verdunkeln (Germany) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Vinterriket (Germany) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Vordven (Finland) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Vorkuta (Hungary) - Raw DSBM
Walknut (Russia) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Wedard (Germany)- DSBM
Welter in Thy Blood (USA) - Black/Doom
While Sad Spirits Around me Stroll (France) - Ambient/Post-Rock
Whispers From a Dead World (USA) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Wigrid (Germany) - DSBM
Wilds Forlorn (Netherlands)- Ambient/Atmospheric
Wodensthrone (United Kingdom) - DSBM
Woe (USA) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Wolfshade (France) - DSBM
Wolves in the Throne Room (USA) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Wongraven (Norawy) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Woods of Desolation (Australia) - Raw DSBM
Woods of Ypres (Canada) - Black/Doom
Wrath of the Weak (USA) - Ambient/Atmospheric
Хлад (Russia) - Ambient/Atmospheric

People Are Getting Better

"It's alright (can't see), it's okay (I'm scared),
ask me about tomorrow (can you get there?), only here today.
And as for next week (what if), as for next year (you're gone?),
give the future my regard (I can't see you), you know I'll be here."

They say people are getting better, people are okay,
but you see everything can be narrowed down to the truth behind it,
you just gotta know where to look, gotta know where to find it.
They say they built a pawn shop right on the spot where the devil fell,
cause even when you're broke, you still got something you can sell.
Hell the guy up on the podium says he sells truth, but you can smell the politics on his breath.
He's been doing too many shots of taxes and death.
There's a guy on my street corner who says he sells freedom.
He'll even give me the needles if I'm broke, if I need 'em,
But you see I know what i'm missing, so I ain't gotta try it,
because freedom ain't freedom if you gotta buy it.
But I have no grand plan for the great escape.
And even though I've got a pretty decent cape in my closet,
when I rip open my shirt there's no 'S' on my chest.
I'm no Superman. No adopted bulletproof saviour of the earth.
I'm just like everyone else I have to be slapped on the ass at birth,
but for what its worth, I'm more like Clark Kent.
A journalist of the humanities that tells it like it is,
and right now I'm telling you we live in a world where Darth Vader reminds us "This is CNN".
But even Darth Vader stuttered when we heard about those kids who turned their school into a shooting range.
And the whole world sat by like a baby in a shitty diaper crying out for change.

"It's alright (can't see), it's okay (I'm scared),
don't ask me about tomorrow (can you get there?), only here today.
And as for next week (what if), as for next year (you're gone?),
give the future my regard (I can't see you), you know I'll be here."

But what about the grade ten dropouts with grade two reading levels that play russian roulette with guns they found on their playground whispering "...don't worry"?
Even if it does happen it will take less than a minute because I guess the word funeral still has the word 'fun' in it?
And in order to reassure ourselves we listen to people because people say people are getting better.
People are okay.
But if you look outside your window, the children aren't playing marbles or jacks.
They're vengefully stepping on cracks to break their mothers backs when they can't have their way.
Sure, people are getting better, people are okay.
And we send our children running towards the future as if the futures gonna be the place to be.
And all we can see is the hope bleed out of their eyes as they look up to see the airlines plummet from the skies.
And they run past a young girl in a small cubbyhole of corroding cement cause she doesn't run anymore.
See shes already dropped out of the race.
And in case you couldn't tell just by looking at the lesions on her face,
she hangs a cardboard sign around her neck that reads, "I have AIDs, please leave me alone".
And the kids pour more quarters into the phone and cry into the flat line of the dial tone when mom and dad say, "No, you can't come home".

"It's alright (can't see), it's okay (I'm scared),
don't ask me about tomorrow (can you get there?), only here today.
And as for next week (what if), as for next year (you're gone?),
give the future my regard (I can't see you), you know I'll be here."

And they say, people are getting better, people are okay.
But I can only say that none of this is okay.
The world is not okay.
And I'm no better than anyone else.
I'm looking for answers stumbling around in the dark curling up like a question mark because I don't know what to do.
But I know you have to care about the world,
because it doesn't care about you.

Mercy Misses You

Mercy says she ain't gonna come around here no more,
says he's gone past the point of no return.
Mad at her in the heart, I'm afraid of the dark,
hidden in the corner.
Over here look at me, I am over here.
Mercy says she ain't gonna think about it no more.
Thinking about it hard enough to make him disappear.
Windy thoughts, clouds of rage,
when you're feeling stormy on a calm, clear day.

If it can't be now,
then how soon is when?
Hold on tight everyone,
we're gonna do it again.
Not just a memory,
that was the best part of me,
so how long to miss me,
how long to miss me?

Listen to your footsteps,
think about that history.
Remember they found her crying inside the teller of our reality.
Mercy says she ain't gonna come around here no more.
Can't say I blame her.
Can't say I don't listen through the door.

And at night I often think about direction,
right after happiness just before my imperfection,
there are windy thoughts,
clouds of rage, when you're feeling stormy on a calm, clear day.
A friend with some advice said forgive and forget,
bury it in the past man, and I haven't been back again.
A friend told another friend to listen to their hearts,
and ever since they made that stand they've never been apart.

If it can't be now,
then how soon is when?
Hold on tight everyone,
we're gonna do it again.
Not just a memory,
that was the best part of me,
so how long to miss me,
how long to miss me?

Not just a memory,
that was the best part of me.
So how long to miss me,
how long to miss me?

Resumes

Locked within the shallowest moments of reverie, a sense of self may still be born anew. Spirits uncompromised by the tedious emotions of a brutal reality shall witness both the gravest of fears, and the most genuine of self discovery.

In what movies does keanu reeves say "whoa"?

Length vs. Width. Which brings about more to fear?
Explain.

Structure has been given to previously mentioned collaboration project #2. And as it stands right now, ingenious. Jukebox, you are pure gold.

Matt Jones, they have forsaken you

I am confused as to why none of the definitions for "Jonesin" on urban dictionary mention any reference to excellent crossword fun. He may be no Will Shortz, but damn. I attempted to remedy this, but realized I am far too lazy to conjure 5 relative 'tags', and gave up.

DNA 1/4

Between obscurity and comprehension, I sway.
Lost my way.
Still I see shards of uncorrupted light shine.
Tattered remnants of hope, of faith.

Was einst war liegt nun in Trümmern
Dein Morgen neigt sich dem Untergang
Ein letzter Blick zurpck auf die von dir erzwungen' Pfade
Bevor die Zeit dein Dasein löscht

Back and forth, I sway.

-periwinkle sprinkle

In Other News

I have been writing.
Excited? I am.
Two collaboration projects on the go:
1) Parkviol (reincarnated from a harrowing few months on the back burner. Reason for its relegation to the nothingness of modern day purgatory: Zilch)
2) As yet titled, structured, or really even thought out, but still so damn awesome.

And of course my personal forays.
A continuously growing stack of everything from the poetic to the nonsensical to the ramblings of a man who should quite possibly be institutionalized. But I digress.
The core of my putting pen to paper lately being a concept I have flirted with for years, while putting absolutely no effort towards whatsoever. But the pieces are falling into place. Baby steps Pat. Baby steps.
I would love to exclude these self pitying rants (well lately obscure, scattered, relatively short ideas laced with self disgust and an ever fading sense of metaphorical drowning) I leave here for you to read, but they are so few and far between these days I feel compelled to acknowledge them.

I have again returned to my whole not sleeping gig. So I am not entirely sure how well my sentences are flowing here. Might pop by later for a little revision. I doubt it though.
Back to reading, of all things, the Qu'ran (Why spell-check isn't recognizing this as a word is beyond me). The last of my first three source materials.

And onwards I write...(Thats almost catchy)

Like a Boy Needs His Mothers Love

And onwards I write.
I hope that I make you proud.

Cottage Industries.

So I have been hanging out with Jesus lately again.
It sounds funnier than it is.
And Cottage Industries has begun.
Poetry and songwriting under many aliases.
I needed this.
Met a few people in the past couple of weeks that don't just piss me off.
I may just be able to move on from you.
I hate knowing all of it is now behind us.
But hopefully I find room to grow.
I have been so encased by everything.
I still have no direction.
At least now I can see over the wall I built around me.
See possibility.
I just wish I were a better person.
I wish I didn't throw everything I care for away,
just to prove to myself I never deserved it in the first place.
And for this I am truly sorry.
But I feel happy I think.
My best friend is 2 and it is awesome.
Possibility.


-possibly statue

Life in a Love

Escape me?
Never—
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear—
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed—
But what if I fail of my purpose here?

It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And baffled, get up to begin again,—
So the chase takes up one's life, that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound,
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope drops to ground
Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,
I shape me—
Ever
Removed!

-Robert Browning.

S:cage

rust. its patina. and decay. surrounding. building. moving beyond. propelling you forward. immersed in its complexity. overwhelmed by its truth. and its beauty. resonating. imagined. or real. in this place. floating. dreaming. sinking. shining with you. like glass. a whisper. a scream. sounds encompassing, then fading away. layers of suggestion, seeping in the mind. peeling it away. leaving it bare. and whole. full of everything, then nothing. a soundtrack. for a dream. or a nightmare. taking you to a place inside. and losing you there. and i am haunted by this always.

Complexity...

...reduced to black and white.

Horna/Helvete

Thrown into this dark room. No Light in sight.
Here, I am the merchant of my fears. I weep.
A degeneration unnoticed. Unseen. Unheard. Unable.
Unable to stand. Walk. Sleep. Eat. This is what I've done.
I am the merchant of my hate. I cry.
This is where I lay. A Palace of despair upon whose throne I rest.
A temple to face my thoughts. This temple is burning.
This temple, where the carrion wraith stands ready.
Awaiting the remains of this shattered existence.
The filth and grime of under-achievement ever thickening. An unwashable disease of the mind.
No miracle left to cleanse. This is my temple.
Built on the uncrackable foundation of misery. Memory.
Pillars and girders wrought in the lick of self-wraths fires.
Ever burning. Forever burning. Forever consuming. Ceaseless.
A monument to scar the barest of landscapes.
This is my temple. This is my hell.
An altar to sacrifice what little remains of my soul.
An altar to worship.
But no more. This is my temple. The temple is burning.


I will burn it to the fucking ground.

Wrath of the Weak

Chapter I: A Leap of Faith Ends When You Crash into the Ground
Chapter II: Using Self-Destrution in the Pursuit of a Better Life
Chapter III: What We Learn From Spending 120 Hours in a Downpour
Chapter IV: When One Side of the Mirror Diverges From the Other
Chapter V: Angels With Forked Tongues and the Gifts They Bear
Chapter VI: Light Streaming in Through the Cracks in the Door
Epilogue - The Journey Towards Non-Existence in Slow Motion and Technicolor

Who Needs Anything More?

Cold Forgotten Earth - Sombres Forêts
Crystal Ammunition - Wolves in the Throne Room
I am the Wooden Doors - Agalloch
Not Unlike the Waves - Agalloch
Percées de Lumière - Alcest
Liquids - Self-inflicted Violence
Of Stone and Stars in the Sky - Falls of Rauros
Le Cercueil - Sui Caedere

Let Me Go

You bang on my door like a knock knock joke that I'm scared to hear the punchline to.
Because the who somehow always turns out to be you,
and its always nothing new, and we've been through this same old sing-a-long song and lap dance before.
Its like you tore a page out of the playbook,
and you've been trying to reinvent the paper airplane. Folding over and over using the same piece until there's a crease running in every direction and that shit won't fly.
And its okay, cause I feel grounded these days. Less like a bullet that strays into a crowd looking for a home. Passing through bone as if it were another big city stop on a vacation planned with a sightseeing book.
See I took a class on listening so I could hear something positive. Then live happily with a mindset that will get me altitude when needed. I've got a confidence so deep seated its growing in reverse.
And I rehearse handshakes with titans because even giants need someone to look up to.

"Open fire. Theres wounds to be licked.
Near the eyes, you inherited.
In a bar, people wait for their numbers to come, one by one.
They ride, and so will I. I forget that I don't live here anymore.
It's not my scene. I'll wait to be amazed,
by a voice I'm not expecting.
Open fire like a car crash. Open fire on the names and the faces.
Open fire and as you fall back. Open fire on the city."

And if we agree to disagree, then we never took the time it takes to analyze the mistakes we made.
We stayed at a stalemate where the rate of progress was equal to a snails pace in a rat race where people chase fairy-tales. Hoping all the happy endings get married to the tragic beginnings and all the ever afters last forever.
And I'm the first to admit, I sure wish there was a Never Land. Where time never takes us by the hand and forces us to grow old.
I wish every lie told would make our noses grow. That way we'd know who the politicians should be.
Let me go, so I don't cut your heel trying to fit your foot into a glass slipper I already smashed against the sidewalk.
Let me wander within a flock to show that wolves have got teeth too.
And they've bitten through my tongue everytime I've had to hold it, and when I've had to hold it, I have held it. And I've got the words. I've got words so sharp they'd have to drive you to the hospital just to stop the bleeding.
I'm tired of you needing us to be friends. Let me go. So I don't slip and say something like, "The only person who lets me down more than god...
is you."
See.
I didn't mean to. But somewhere along the way I grew a mouth like a cannon. So the next time you ran in and out of my secret lives, I'd have some knives of my own I could throw and I know my aim is getting better because now I can say your name in a prayer.
Its right there. Next to the hallelujah, and the goodbye.

"Looked for a radio. A voice built by sin.
Indulgence in the finer things.
Build a room, with the letters that you never sent.
And never meant to. Who's it sent to?
Every train, that you can catch, will arrive.
Every hour. Every day. With every phone call. Every response.
Is expected.
Open fire like a car crash. Open fire on the names and the faces.
Open fire and as you fall back. Open fire on the city lights."

I try to fit and fill a cathedral where the needful kneel and feel nothing now.
I somehow believe you less and less. And I guess I trust you about as much as I should.
Which could be another way to say I wonder if I ever did.
Wonder who was hiding behind each eyelid when you had to close your eyes just to touch me.
Wonder where I'd be if I hadn't let you use my own physicality to weaken my arms and legs against escape.
Wonder what you did with that cape I used to keep hanging in my closet.
Let me go. Like an atheist caught in an undertow hoping to nothing that maybe he was wrong.
Let me belong to myself again. Then stand back to back with a mountain and ask people, "Am I taller yet?
Cause I kinda got my heart set on being huge."
And I figure maybe with a bigger heart I can love strangers a little more. Laughter can be my encore to every smile and I could pile pyramids against hurricanes and have hands like cranes and lift the heavy burden of loneliness from the shoulders of the dejected, because the world needs a friend.
And maybe I could bend minds around the concept that depression is dangerous. And we can't afford to have 911 dismiss unhappiness as if it wasn't a god damn emergency.
We should be sending out hugs like they were blood, food and rescue teams. We should be holding the hands of the comfort less, teaching them to walk balance beams.
And yet it seems more likely, that you would keep me in a constant state of unhappy.
Which lends a truth to the theory about misery in company.
Let me go. I've got shit to do.
I've got to get a shiny new friend that I can prop up beside me and say, "See, I'm alright. I've got a fight scheduled by the bike racks for the week after next."
But I've gotta put it in context. So that when they write a story on my back in blue and black ink you won't think its about you.
Cause a story is only true if you live it. The minute you give it a personal touch it becomes something that the facts were based on.
And we could argue endlessly over wrong and right but day and night occupy both spaces between dusk and dawn.
So let me go because the truth is...
I'm gone.

Dome Argus

Where we now stand.
I shall hold no hope. Nor wish, nor dream.

Arms in which I long to rest.
Near forgotten, or so will would have it.

No longer can I stand, or walk away.
A desire for futures beckoning strides.

If you should fall within another's comfort,
I shall fall into a happy end.

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1 4 1
One for one
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One for one

A Fuckable Text

What is a fuckable text and is it only fuckable in English?

Escape of the Dove

Trapped amongst them
Accepted their treatment
Dove amongst crows
Lack of fulfilment

Born in that state,
Never to ponder
Still there was light
The dove learned to wonder

Is this all there is?

Broadened horizons
Ready for new ground
Possessed a strong flame now
He felt free, somehow

Sade

Wir glaubten nie, wir sein am leben
Und doch der Tod verschonte uns
Kein Gedanke schenkt die Gunst
Benennt dies Welt, die kalten Reben
Die vom Grunde sich erstrecken
Und unser Sein im Schwarz verstecken
Als wären wir niemals geboren
Ein reiner Streich der Phantasie
Als hätte sich die Welt verschworen
Und den Menschen gab es nie

Und sei es so, ich würd es lieben
Umarmen würd ich diese Welt
Wir hätten keine Seel vertrieben
Hätten niemanden gequält
Der Himmel künde keine Träne
Das Federkleid nicht blutverklebt
Das Licht würd sich nach Sünde sehnen
Wie’s im reinsten Herzen lebt

Doch ist’s nicht wahr, ich fühl es noch
Zu tief ist dieses alte Loch
Aus dem sich niemand bergen kann
Ein Zustand zwischen jetzt und dann
Das aller Menschen Kinder liebt
Und uns’rer Tat sodann vergibt
Die sich durch unser Leben streckt
Und spottend das Gewissen neckt
Ach wär dies Welt ein Reich der Träume
Der Tod wär jedem Menschen fern
Es gäbe keine kahlen Bäume
Doch hätten wir dies wirklich gern

Wir leben nicht, wir sterben nicht
Und künden jedem Angesicht
Dass man es ehrt, die Meinung schätzt
Bevor der Neid es dann zerfetzt
Das Streben stirbt, und resigniert
Denn alles steht am Anfang fest
Das Geben wirbt, kapituliert
Und gibt dies Reich final den Rest

„Zum Glück wars nur ein kalter Raum
Ein Märchental, ein finstrer Traum
Wir streben wachsam durch die Zeit
Bis zum Ende gibst Geleit
Und küssen jeden neuen Tag
Aus Angst man könnt ihn nicht mehr sehn
Tanzen durch das Sonnenlicht.
Bis wir am Ende dankend gehen.“
Geschwächt erhebe ich mein Herz,
Der Traum hat mir an Kraft genommen
Und trage mich zum Fensterkreuz,
um ihn vor Freude zu begrüßen
Die Sonne schweigt, der Himmel weint
Und liegt dem Menschen nun zu Füßen

„Er wird geboren, bis er zerbricht
Sie leben nicht, sie sterben nicht
Ich bin allein in dies Geschicht
Sie leben nicht, sie sterben nicht

Ode on a Grecian Urn

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring'd legend haunt about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal - yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.

O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.