Lengsel
The Kiss - The Hope
1. An Anonymous Phone-Call And A Dead Line
Sudden darkness silences them all in broad daylight
a simple irregularity is all it takes for them to lose
focus, balance and control
a friendly pat on the back would seriously tip them over
and knock them flat out of breath
they seem so fragile and lost
filled with a strange mixture
of fear, fascination and anticipation
all due to this unusual approach of the phenomena
this unexpected visit to the earth
they search the ground with their open-mouthed stares
hoping that somewhere signs of movement will unveil
their shadows slide forward from behind
and dive into their mouths
down they glide like liquid
licking their tongues dry
leaving a dryness in the throat which prevents speech
only their eyes enable them to communicate
and speak their collective mind
no words but the frightening white in their eyes
on black papery background
twinkling and turning
blinking and burning
bewildered yet excited
building up the tension just for the thrill of it
partaking in the madness
soon ready to burst from within
waiting and listening
like in a slow dream
for the voice of someone special
the deliberate and anonymous phonecall
where every sound has a deeper meaning attached
and the background in itself is a whole other world
the electrical silence followed by the the mechanical click
which indicates a
deAD line
heavy winds finally knock them over with a crack
gradually they stumble back onto their feet
as if out of a trance
back into a life of normalcy
where they raise their umbrellas high
to avoid the horizontal rain flushing over
fighting their smallest steps
they continue to hide their heads
despite this incident
they go on in the same orderly fashion
down the trail they first came
with the exactly same destination in mind
not until the sun reappears will they notice
that their shadows and eyelashes are far gone
2. Hell Calls Hell
Hell calls HellLike death calls on the circled crossHell calls HellLike sharp bells soundthroughout the abyssInvoke the voiceThat creeps like a lionIn the wildernessThe lambHell calls HellLike death calls on earthHell calls HellLike sharp bells soundthroughout the abyssInvoke the voiceThat creeps like a lionIn the wildernessThe lambHell calls HellLike the serpent crawls through the crustHell calls HellLike the burning bellsring in AbyssWhere O death is your victory?Where is your sting of death?Shards of the scorching sunSwallowed whole in victory
3. Miss S.C.
these nightlife peacocks, so filled up with tears it runs out their earsstill smiling stiffly,still shouting helplessly,trying to make expressions of euphoria convince their innerselfand become real, become expressions of realitytheir loud laughter makes me wanna cry,as it sounds to me more like'oh God, please let me die'happy singing with empty eyes, cold kisses and desperate sextrying to kill it all away with comfort poison,an escape by chemicalsto escape this shallow prison of superficiality,vanity and dead colorslonging to be loved without makeup and high heels,without funny jokes and approved opinions, sexy walks and confident attitudei wish they knew that they areand what they are
4. Ådendød - The Easy Kill
5. Tales Of Lost Love
tales of lost love
lost, not because it was bound to,
not lust mistaken for love,
not a fake image that faded
nor helpless attempts to project
vague, inner pictures of love
and its possible potential
but true tales of lost, true love
that slipped through someones fingers,
though not by accident,
as the fingers were filled with regret
from the moment they started to spread
such tales
make me wanna knock myself unconscious
6. A Little Less To Heal
7. Eternal Seven
I no longer draw circles the way I used to do,I simply mark the centre and close my eyes instead.My soul finds comfort this way,as five and twelve are brought togetherand eternity provided.My hands are imperfectand cannot possibly match the works of Giotto,but even a circle such as his loses its powerif the centre is misplaced, thus soulless.
8. The Warm Water Chaseway
9. Angels In America
10. The Pale People
the wax sensationcultivated alienationlike swarming beesare the pale peoplerobed in plastic fiber wingslowered sails, roaring windambition melting downsticky, wet alien-eyesthe loss of a generationdeprived and detachedfrom divinityan era of insolencethe crowded headand broken heartthe fallen fleshand wants at handoh but the number!thousands upon thousandscorpus torn asunder
11. Avec Toi
eternityI cannot escapethe mermaids in the waterthe dove in my mindalready tearingmy soul asunderI long for resolutionthere’s a blinding lightcoming from my headgo see for yourselfthe burning angels wrought undeadthe man with mended hornsinvites me homeI am dead to this worldand all that it holdsthe threshold of hopelies on the path of the lightthe sun is settingand the moon is not waitingthe world will go onwhen I..m all lost and far gonealways the same old songkeeping right from wrongthe true light will dawnon friend and foe alikeyou'll always be the answerand I know it has be this way..cause if You dissolveI will lose shapea well of hopecast in the mirrored light
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