Sizzling desert sand,
I talk,
heat of a wasteland,
I walk.
...
Suppose I would swim across the Atlantic
and tiger my way through Virginia's antics,
West-Virginia and Ohio's romantics
I will pass
...
Separation can be measured to a certain degree
by the total number of humans between you and me.
And as sociologists say this is hardly more than seven
it seems just a short path that leads straight to heaven.
...
I had chosen my bag
I had packed my things
and leaving I sensed the drag
of memory, past's belongings
...
July left desolation,
modes of transfiguration,
skin to metal parts.
Abandonned knight in armor,
...
We all have several parts to play,
irrespective who authors the script.
In my mind I have so much to say,
words, babbles, surging feelings and wit.
...
From Episode I I even love Jar Jar Binks
although many out there think he stinks.
But he actually made my daughters laugh
and that for me is already almost enough.
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There you stand and wonder
did it come from here or yonder?
Would love submit to the laws of nature
moulded into some unknown alloy?
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I stood paralyzed, silly, in Covent Garden
listening to that old song of Neil Young.
In a few years I 'll know what I've begun
only after I've seen where we are then.
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No Expectations;
No Revelations.
Domestification
of my heart left unpaired.
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