The ball of fire lifts up from the snow
It grows despite the cold
the snow on the pines falls
Thumb over the fire
But the fireball doesn't go out
It just reformed and burned still
That fire is my heart
the snow is melting
the heart beats the veins obey
The cold strangles but no effect
The land is quiet bandits hide
Waiting for gossip and their graves
My heart is the fireball
The frozen sky doesn't injure it
Infact as it burns I'll make it rain
Then don't you worry.
You look so good almost everyday.
And on those days you don't...
You look quite dangerous.
My eyes have lives of their own.
People want me to control myself.
But there's nothing that can hold me back.
Then I go forward like a blind shark.
I bite down and take out a chunk from a larger predator.
I must try every kind of flesh there is.
I eat the strongest and the helpless with the same voracity.
I dive deep then surface into the shallows.
I am one of those unknown creatures.
My mind is one big ocean.
Don't fall in now.
Denn mach dir keine Sorgen
Du siehst gut aus fast jeden Tag
Und an den Tagen, an denen du das nicht tust
Siehst du umso gefährlicher aus
The music rushed down from the rolling clouds
Flush out the ones we love onto roadway
Bakery cleaner sweeps and smiles
street hobo speaks to himself
Poser poses tries his macho best
Noone is impressed yet noone is out
The music rushed everyone
But they all stayed in
Afraid of their emotions
The way the rhythm attack the spine
Sends the legs kicking and dancing
Foreign music
Hitting the tower first
Percussion fashioning through
I smell belief and I thought caught a glimpse
Of a face trading places with a curtain
Could have been a ghost
But I sent the music
I jumped all the way from dull
Into a mystical state
Just to help extract the music
Pusht the clouds away
Send the sun with this electric numb
Center of me neverending battery
How could you like someone without knowing them?
Without understanding their beliefs and habits.
Just by the attractiveness of their face.
The way they walk.
Have they even earned your appreciation?
If you don't know if there is even rapport.
Is this admiration the most ridiculous?
beauty curses men's eyes?
Like curtains it doesn't let us see.
What is on the other side of the girl.
Protective walls, only allow them to see
How we fumble in their presence.
At the end of the journey we sat on huge cutting boards.
Everything I ever ignored manifested into a body.
That body became a person and started grilling burgers.
The person flipped the burgers on the grill.
I lended a hand cutting lettuce on the board.
The person wasn't humble and kept bragging about his burgers.
It made me want to ignore this person even more.
The person handed me the bread -Do you want me to prepare it.
I said -Let me do it myself.
The bread sat open and he handed over the burger
I tried to organize everything I wanted to put in
There were just oo mnay pickles at this funeral
We exited the gate
Heart on the sidewalk
brain middle of the road
Street empty
low weeds carling up from last rainfall
Gutter murmurs under moss
doors and gates remain closed
tarmac tongue silent
The dog wants to walk
His eyes are the dark wood
ears the leaves
To get a piece of the forest
And yes the sun subdues the wind
The clouds and blinded my little dog
We walked toward it like proving a point
all dry and clumsy we ambled over concrete
