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Come in out of the rain thou sayest - but thou ne´er step´st aside;
And I´m trapp´d , i am trapped
A distance there´s...
None, save me & the bodkin - pitter-patter on the roof:
Behold! - ´tisn´t the rain; thence me it has to be -
I´ll not drink thy vintage wine, my dear;
Thou hast heed´d that I´m of innocence, yet thou let´st thy lass into peril -
Thou let´st me be parchéd;

oh - my dearest; the sweet music in the ear -
albeit, daresay I, the lullaby of an everso dark sleep.

my precious,
likest thou what emergeth yon the distant?
the throbbing and breathing of life's machinery!

wanion its oh so damndest soul!

der spiegel,
in dem ich die schatten seh';
das schwarze licht, welches mein schloß verschließt
und draußen, der teufel und die schwarze hexe:
singendes, tanzendes ihm verfallenes wesen.
hörst du denn nicht wie der wolf heult?!,
doch das blut sprengt meine adern -
jeder strahl führt mich dem untergang näher:

The wheel hits ground with a bare touch
You just keep an ear to the ground
Fly in the wind – like revolution
Time stands still, what will your mother say?

Nothing said in your defence
Life’s a sacred remedy
Head or tail, it’s up to you

albeit behind the eyes thou hast
a flame enshroudéd in its blackness;
burning without the faintest breeze.
teach me, dearest, the reason wherefore
thou by such angst mark'd art?!

my eyes hold the eventide,
thro' which I 'hold naught else

Filthy harlots – the Lord's grape!
With lore ornamented entreating;
Hollow hearted, heart-departed –
Yet thou reapest the blooming rose –
When 'tis the weed which is to be swath'd

I do in the blooming flower pleasure find!

Behold a jocund morn indeed!
Sun on high - birds in sky.
Yonder the whist firth eathing,
Fro where a gale erranteth.

Ye beholdest but the shadow.
That is a lie!
Mayhap a tithe of trothplight

"Be my kin free fro varnal sin,
Bridle the thoughts of thy Master."
"There hath past away a glore fro the Earth;
A glore that in the hearts and minds of men,
Men dementéd - blindfoldéd by light,
Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths."

"Might I too was blindfoldéd ere,

Thou dawdl'd not bringing me fro Æther to Nether,
Still, duringly cling I on to this heather -
Dew-scentéd blossom; thou wast pristine,
The sweven of thee ne'er will I cede, my colleen.
Drat this creature of memories ill,
Foolhardy and fey I may be, yet him I shall quell.

'Vaunt! - Devil tyne -

Parch'd of words, parch'd of lauds,
Lorn and tyned fro my wame
'Seech I more perforce indeed:
Lap I of thee: Thou art want.

With dulcet gust thine floret,
Which I yet would not do
Pray I thee for thine avail

R: My eyes hold the eventide,
Thro' which I 'hold naught else
But the raven;
Sleep my dearest ones -
Mind not the palling velvet darkness

LK: Albeit behind the eyes thou hast
A flame enshroudйd in its blackness;

Ado with a mean woe,
An ado as aglow:
Belying the paynim
Thou rewrot'st the tome
An ivy-crown'd and dancing,
And fawn'd and trancing
Espying the surly wud,
And heeding her not.

Echoes that somehow
Can surround us
Can resound through stillness
Like thoughts of shifting this balance

Ideas of ideals convolve like intricate phases
Your revelations displayed at two thousand expositions
The mind is going out now

I'm light years away
You can't change me
I'm passive and cold
Just waiting
I've seen the future's threatening sky through dreams at night
I've seen the dogs of war let loose I've seen the blood-red sky

Night

An artist is what is call'd the self that the brush holdeth -
Though hath it then caringly caress'd the Canvas of to-morrow?,
O Canvas! for thee I hold my tool - still! passionlessly it quivereth,
Minding not that my hands are more than apt;
My Muse,

Where is hidden
The blue-huéd arch 'neath the High Heaven's rich emblazonry,

Отбросьте тень

Время – это пропасть,
Глубокая, как тысяча ночей.
Я живу в спешке, я делаю передышку.
Чему полезна эта быстрая поступь?
Ещё один шаг – ничего не видно,
Сохрани роковой поцелуй, доставшийся от предков.

He gave to her, yet tenfold claim'd in return -
She hath no life but the one he for her wrought;
Proffer'd to her his wauking heart - she turn'd it down,
Riposted with a tell-tale lore of lies and scorn.
Prophetess or fond?,
Tho' her parle of truth;
I ken to-morrow - refell me if ye can!,
Yet the kiss and breath - Apollo's bane -

Mobile phones
Commuter trains
The Terminus is full of men
Crisscross network
Zigzag railway
The next stop is Waterloo

White-collar timetable

Head crash - I can't see you
Spit teeth - I can hear you
I feel your pounding me onto the street
I've learned to know the taste of concrete

Why don't you follow me?

Street brash - time flies, tick-tock

While he was asleep holding her hand
The dreams smouldered
She opened her heart, he tore it apart
Gazed into his smile

He said he had constraint
He was ostracised and feint
She had gone over and under

Der Tanz der Schatten

Liv:
“Gleichwohl hast du deine Augen versteckt
Lichtschein hinter der Dunkelheit;
Ein Licht das mir gezeigt hat,
Daß du von Angst erfüllt bist.
Erzähle mir bitte

-That cross you wear around your neck;
is it only a decoration, or are you a
true Christian believer?

-Yes, I believe - truly

-Then I want you to remove it at once!
and never to wear it within this castle

He tries to see, although he can't
He tries, but doesn't understand
He calls on a different phone-line
No one that he knows
An out of focus acquaintance
Speaking in a silent parlance "Remember me", breaks the silence

A recurring line again

Moving sideways through the sold photo
Slow figures flashing on tiptoe
Crashing cars on a blue tableau
Goes to show it wasn't everywhere
No one steering, just an auto-move
Round and round the streetlights in the groove
Flying windscreens, dropping down below
Aisles of bricks, crumbling with the smoke

Synchronise the flow of intersections
Catalogue all still heartbeats
Franchise the machinations of
The bourgeois-fangled reverie
Gleaming in flamboyancy
Resign to solid chrome
Ohmic opposition is futile
And impedes upon ideas worthwhile

-- "Gaunt and gnarl'd
-- Reflecteth the silver shield this welkin aghast,
-- And with haste translateth to gild'd black post and fast."
"Anon - anon, say I! - the lid aside,
Crawl without this velvet-clad coffin blest,
The bottom sand of the hourglass is at tide, -- "Sensing this pine is as deep as the deepest chasm,
'Tis and hath e'er been merry blood to pest - -- Hither! - cede and fulfil my phantasm!
To be adust for time longer can I not bide, -- Cherish me and sonorously do me laud -

Broken frames
Shattered glass
Like a monochrome film
The replaceable background
Flickers and dissolves
Out of control

There's no sense, it's all Volta, Amp?re and Ohm

Always the young one
Walks along the newly interred course
Mindful of what he is and has become
Somehow, we all admire
Somewhy, that's what all require
Always a heartbeat
Followers can deal with pure deceit

Image

You act a pansy, pushover
Do live your fancy, go lower
Who is that, something says your name
You seem chancy, moreover
The call is mine

No risk
No fun
I'm here
You're gone

I'm cool
You're hot
I love you not

Dream of a funeral, blest temptress - behest me! -
A funeral thou'lt hark, swarth murderess - the Devil,
Thine feral grith with me, Poppæa, be Hell's hap;
Waylaid the beldame bawd, the niggard: Laughing tragedy.

And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Stay my adamant -
Suffer me to transfix thee;

He says to her,
"There's a woman in the upstairs window"
The blurred image of the echo fades away
She turns and looks
As the silhouette set
She's smoking a cigarette
As the silhouette turned and spoke,
"Want to stop you, I can't save you"

Look up here
Look down there
I am the new man
I'm tangled in wires
Chipset adept
Keep your vogue code that all have
Memory load
Keep your modern ways

Don't save the day it's not over
We fall for better or worse
I can see the sparkling ice is breaking
I've seen you got a speck of dust in your eye
Act as if there's no tomorrow

Don't fall, stay awake
I surrender

"O soft embalmer of ye still midnight,
Allow me thee to adown
Of an sort thou fancieth;
Each holdeth its own fancy, I say -
Yet the pleasure we partake in
Was caus'd by the fang'd grin,
Save!, do I for him anger hold?:
Nay - I knew I was fey!"

She fills the rich kitsch niche where she sits
Making chit-chat, this and that, from the bits
Consumed, perfumed, detracts the room despite
Glowing, knowing she can head for the limelight

She's too rich for her men
She won't stay, what a shame
A shame

Electric broadcast
The new transmission waves
Turn the dial
Receive the news
Transistor radio
We've tuned in to the ether melody
The deadpan voice I want to hear
It's bright and clear and full of energy

Car-crash and an elevator
Make you someone else
Never try yourself
Restore you
Bop 'till you're fagged out
Tick-tock clock and teddy boys

Open windows shout

A Rose For The Dead

oh – my dearest; the sweet music in the ear –
albeit, daresay I, the lullaby of an everso dark sleep.

my precious,
likest thou what emergeth yon the distant?
the throbbing and breathing of life's machinery!

Ever wonder about which words were said?
Watch slow moving pictures pass instead
I disassembled what was mundane
Looking for what's left and does remain

I challenge the truth,
I'm fighting illusions
Come, let's be receptive

Whether He the quaint savant's power doth hold I know not,
Albeit ætat a thousand stars' birth He is -
Quoth I that for reasons to me oblivious
August of a granditude of servants is He held,
And by plastic consonantry e'en more servants to the host addéd are -
Pelf they are, dare I say!
Maugre His diurnal seraphic deviltry
I say that deviltry - 'tis forsooth deviltry! -

This interference's shifting
A soft accent cascading
A second glimpse of falling TVs
Draws me in too easily
Some kind of nonchalance
Contains my will to chance
The avidity of youth
The naivety of you

Haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta'en -
By whom, know I not; 'lack! am I of twain -
And as a crux - cede I my words -

Fro my heart wilt thou ne'er

Have I been 'sooth sinsyne.

Can you see the storm getting closer now?
Tell me how it feels being out there

A moment's glimpse of his vignette
As he shone a light on the falling wall
Instant pictures form shattered persons
Whenever he leaves there's a tainted mark
Flashbacks of his stark sleep filter out through smoke

Stay still patient
wilt thou my sister of merciful troth be?
I shall attempt the halter of thy life make less lighten'd!

I shall climb the yew
Will it subdue me or not

Swooning emotions smite my bosom

The pulsing of the flare reflected in the air
Stick-stuck goggles deflecting the stare
Underground, overdrive
Countdown, take off

We're gone, they're here
Head for planets far and near
Don't know what upsets you

Circa mea pectora multa sunt suspiria
De tua pulchritudine, que me ledunt misere.

Venus! - I trow'd thou wast my friend -
Professed to Heaven thou wouldst send;
As a disciple of a villain
Didst thou act the tragedienne.

Two views of the locations merging into three or more
An endless flow of words and miles and miles of stars

Re-focus on distant stars
Brings less voices to entertain us
We will always be here
Keep cheap platitudes again

Thou dawdl'd not bringing me fro Aether to Nether,
Still, duringly cling I on to this heather -
Dew-scented blossom; thou wast pristine,
The sweven of thee ne'er will I cede, my colleen.
Drat this creature of memories ill,
Foolhardy and fey I may be, yet him I shall quell.

'Vaunt! - Devil tyne -