Stateless – unplugged

Wake up look me in the eyes again
I need to feel your hand upon my face
Words can relay nice
They can cut you open
And the silence surrounds you
and hunts you
I think I might’ve inhale you
I could feel you behind my eyes
You gotten into my bloodstream
I could feel you floating in me
Words can relay nice
They can cut you open
And the silence surrounds you
and hunts you
I think I might’ve inhale you
I could feel you behind my eyes
You gotten into my bloodstream
I could feel you floating in me
The spaces in between
Two minds and all the places they have been
The spaces in between
I tried to put my finger on it
I tried to put my finger on it
I think I might’ve inhale you
I could feel you behind my eyes
You gotten into my bloodstream
I could feel you floating in me
I think I might’ve inhale you
I could feel you behind my eyes
You gotten into my bloodstream
I could feel you floating in me

meine Kunst ist Lyrik

Ich schreibe, habe mich selbst mit Aleatoryn betitelt. Bei Auftritten nenne ich mich meist jedes Mal anders. Warum auch nicht?

Die Tätigkeit hier auf dem Blog umfasst einen kleinen Bruchteil. Inzwischen ist ein Berg von Text angewachsen, meistenteils Gedichte ( zu finden unter der Kategorie K-M-S )
Ich werde immer wieder auf eine Veröffentlichung angesprochen. Dies habe ich mir nun als Ziel vorgenommen. Wer helfen kann und möchte – bis zu meiner Lesung im Sommer meine Sammlung z.B. zu layouten, möge sich unter >ikarus10@gmx.net< melden.

poem

Seele – nimm im Frühling Platz!

bald Tulpenkleid
bald Akeleienhut

hör doch die Sonnenmusik

Schwaden von zärtlich duftgeschwängerter Ströme
der Meere von Blüten

Kirschweiss
Vergissmeinnichtblau
zu Violett geneigt die Brust

Zauber – komm an mein Herz

Bathory

RING OF GOLD

Silver, the moon high over pond of water calm and dark
Woe, mist, the breath of the dragon, sweeping down mountain side
All still, the day asleep, the sun rests in nest of the Gods
Afar high adventures await me, I hear my brothers calling

Spring is here and the ice breaks free
The endless sky and open sea
I will sail where the Raven will lead me
Fly on black wings, high and free
I shall return with the wind the day
From high adventures, swelling sail
Autumn red comes to Asa bay

Meet me by the well where the water, crystal clear, flows free
From deep within the great mountain towering to the sky
I will be awaiting you coming down treading the trails of elves
Bare feet, let your hair down like the mist across the pond

In dawn of time, before gods and man
When earth and shy was first divided
A star did fall into river deep
A star of gold into silvery water
While I sail, by this you shall remember me
Wear it, yours forever to deep
To bind us beyond end of time, to thee I give a ring of gold

Awake

Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day’s divinity
First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose they croon the Ancient Ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances.

by The Doors

Peter Murphy

with Michael Trent Reznor, Jeordie White and Atticus Ross

A Strange Kind of Love

someone called me Reptile…!

Lyrics

she spreads herself wide open to let the insects in
she leaves a trail of honey to show me where she’s been
she has the blood of reptile just underneath her skin
seeds from a thousand others drip down from within
oh my beautiful liar
oh my precious whore
my disease my infection
I am so impure
devils speak of the ways in which she’ll manifest
angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress
need to contaminate to alleviate this loneliness
I now know the depths I reach are limitless
oh my beautiful liar
oh my precious whore
my disease my infection
I am so impure
oh my beautiful liar
oh my precious whore
my disease my infection
I am so impure
oh my beautiful liar
oh my precious whore
my disease my infection
I am so impure

Love Changes

Ein Lächeln, dass erwacht
bedacht

Es ist zu malen

Gefühl der Bewegung

Ich habe – und wundere mich darüber
nicht nur einmal an Dich gedacht

die Sache mit dem ∴

es hat schon früher angefangen, Festival des nacherzählten Films letztes Jahr im Malkasten in Düsseldorf – Total Recall -
ich beging ein Novum und erzählte ein Musikvideo nach, genauer gesagt eine Studioaufnahme von Nine Inch Nails

die in Rot gehaltenen Dinge in der eher dunklen Atmosphäre muss ich wohl sehr betont haben,
augenscheinlich gibt es dort auch nicht viel zu sehen…

I believe I can see the future
Cause I repeat the same routine
I think I used to have a purpose
Then again
That might have been a dream

I think I used to have a voice
Now I never make a sound
And I just do what i’ve been told
I really don’t want
Them to come around

Oh no

Every day is exactly the same
Every day is exactly the same
There is no Love here
And there is no pain
Every day is exactly the same

I can feel their eyes are watching
Incase I lose myself again
Sometimes I think i’m happy here
Sometimes
Yet I still pretend

I can’t remember how this got started
But I can tell you
Exactly
How it will end

Every day is exactly the same
Every day is exactly the same
There is no Love here
And there is no pain
Every day is exactly the same

I’m writing on a little piece of paper
I’m hopeing someday I might find
Well i’ll hide it behind something
They wont look behind

I am still inside
A little bit comes bleeding through
I wish this could’ve been any other way
But I just don’t know
I don’t know
What else I can do

Every day is exactly the same
Every day is exactly the same
There is no Love here
And there is no pain
Every day is exactly the same

Ein Weib

Sie hatten sich beide so herzlich lieb,
Spitzbübin war sie, er war ein Dieb.
Wenn er Schelmenstreiche machte,
Sie warf sich aufs Bett und lachte.

Der Tag verging in Freud und Lust,
Des Nachts lag sie an seiner Brust.
Als man ins Gefängnis ihn brachte,
Sie stand am Fenster und lachte.

Er ließ ihr sagen: O komm zu mir,
Ich sehne mich so sehr nach dir,
Ich rufe nach dir, ich schmachte -
Sie schüttelt’ das Haupt und lachte.

Um sechse des Morgens ward er gehenkt,
Um sieben ward er ins Grab gesenkt;
Sie aber schon um achte
Trank roten Wein und lachte.

Heinrich Heine 1797 – 1865

Das Gesicht des Wassers

Peter Murphy – Your Face

Water Lily
Freedom
Where does the
Spirit lay?
Freedom
Lying in shadows
Of light and clay

I trace your feet
Like transparent thrones
I dream of your clinging
I am not alone
I glide with you
Draw you with kole
Your paint the river
I am not alone

That lover
in the crash
That scent
lingers now
Your face

Your face

I trace your feet
Like transparent thrones
I dream of your clinging
I am not alone
I glide with you
Draw you with kole
Your paint the river
I am not alone