TEXTS und RAT POISON

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Daydreams we pursuit

My love, my love!
You’re working and I am labouring
I rang you in the morning dew
When you sank in the night view
I deafen the roars from my belly ring
And I…
And Your…
And Thou..
And we…
And us…

…will pull back to us the glittering daydreams we pursuit.

“Thou shalt not be a victim.
Thou shalt not be a perpetrator.
Above all, thou shalt not be a bystander.”*
Grasp the illusions,
Don’t forget the healing recipe and tenderness for the long journey,
Leave the keys in the lock,
We won’t be back,
Grab what you can and shoot off
and let’s become activists of our happiness.
…It is just 10 miles to home.


*Quotation of Yehuda Bauer, Most famous Israeli historian




1.HILARIOUS
The mysterious ways of life, the human traffic, humans crossroads
Round the corner’s man, you’ll never see, you’ll never reach
As you get in the nite
HALLUCINATION in this vision
Crappy figment of imagination
Phantasm due to procrastination
Delirium fantastic drug defeat by delusion of grandeur

I found warnings at the Queen cross
Of your coming and goes within this year
Smile to me, Smile to me, Smile to me
Give away the mirth you regenerate
Procrastination breeds unhappiness
One life 400 places
One plot millennium of arguments
One lie a genocide

A night shift in solitude
At the wall to peace
At differences you tease
A friend of a friend
A visionary friend of you most harmful friend.


2.Freedom company. Trade Mark

Fortune processes…that never were assessed
Instability required the freedom…the peace sellers
Peace sells for who’s buying
Changes…go along with them!
Cement the democracy basement, bury the murders and bodies
That fell on the way.
I’ll fight forever to stop the return of the danger we went out.
Returning to the former freedom
Return to the former speech
We buy the freedom of speech by lives
Our fury has vanished
We got in the commercial trade
When we got a dime to bargain for liberty
We may get our free country label
And stick it to our flag?
The power of my people, the mass broke into palace.
A blooming activism…a freeing criticism

I went madly upset…while we wonder
Did I do the right thing?
And “Together we are many”
Divide we fall, United we win!

And then hardships of the poor…
Salvoes for the Dying Now!
the places our world of plenty prefers to ignore
Poor?…no credit to settle peace round there…
Who’s paying education, health care…
We just take what we could and fleet to the neighbour country.



1.The "Made in HERE" seal of approval
pervades many of his speeches,
with our relative success revealed in a series of staccato statistical salvoes.

Because competitiveness is tied up with notions of national pride,
it's never entirely clear whether our leaders are referring to competitiveness
as a measure of economic efficiency or,
instead, whether they are referring to competitiveness
as a crude measure of our relative success against our peers.

We are standing for policies
that support our politicians meantime this policies shelter and enrich us and choke, suffocate and exterminate on the other side of the globe…
just on the other side of the (border)line
where there was the boy
who had a bullet fired across his skull as a punishment.
There was the woman killed for chewing gum.
There were the 30,000 youngsters living on the sub-zero streets of St Petersburg.
There were the children of Bethlehem
plagued by bedwetting, nightmares and aggression
because of the psychological trauma of war
in that symbolic cradle of peace.
News is about the unusual, the sensational, the dramatic, the horrible. reported from places our world of plenty usually neglects, schools at the heart of the world's largest set of refugee camps Khartoum, home to two million people fleeting three decades of civil war and famine in the arid Sudan


And we have exposed our rich world's complicity in the hardships of the poor. Up in the Andes we encountered Quechua people. Descendants of the Incas, at 4,500 metres height. We do climate change, provoked by greenhouse gases omitted far away in our own world, and send them a deadly new cold wind.
minus 35C, killing the hardy alpacas on which local people depend for a living.
in the West Bank and Gaza, Education Action has set up nurseries and self-help groups to enable children and women to cope with the trauma of life in a conflict zone. It has trained Palestinian women as counsellors for bereaved mothers, including those of suicide bombers, teaching them how to speak well of a dead son without glorifying his death in a way which might inspire other children to follow his example.

He saw himself inside looking out at the dark spaces and whirling planets that revolved in the deep endless dark,
Gold stars and comets and meteors, all close to his head.
“It’s such a good day”
Slightly bend my head in respect and say:
“Those asters of yours are the best I’ve seen this year.”
Sometimes I feel like giving the star garden
Sungrazers are subjected to destructive tidal forces along with intense solar heat
debris from a disintegrating comet.
The Epic of Gilgamesh describes the fire, brimstone and flood of possibly mythical events.
"Curse of Akkad,
"flaming potsherds raining from the sky."
Falling stars, eclipses, comets Meteors, other signs in the heavens portend the death or fall of princes.


AVID FOR NOTHING
I think it is a good method.

I’m waiting for you around the toxic box...
Today is a no worries day,
and i wanna talk to you when no hurry at all.

What are your plans for this end?
have you planned anything?.
Shall we contact above skype?,
I feel the urgency of squeeze you (and)
alight my torches in your deepest nest.
I urgemyself into a rush for caressing your fiery cheeks
for smoothing my nails against yours.

I “A Voice in the Desert”(avid ) for venture your nudity,
into your savage jungle.
I need your temper
to cool me down this is an aftermath
of the liberation and the ignition
for my copper-coloured core.



5. The 30 min wormy existence

I finally decided to write you always seem to understand
i learnt from you not to aggravate things more than they do.
I am peeled skin, fresh skinless torn so that´s why i write you this song,
I´m thru a 30 min wormy pothole I calculate that I will delay in recovering myself that,
30 minutes.

I feel like a worm in the bud among my queen of greenery
We´ll climb to the tallest tree to look down on you and me
where we will govern from to speer peace-ship on you and me.

Besides I do not understand how tell it that someone could cause betterness to any worm,
I suppose it´s coming from the feeling of dischargeing the grief into another or sharing it.
These are my black heart beats ruling my brand new life out here.
And you wonder, is my loss such as leaves no opening for consolation?

My Moon and my sun that beautiful are, eclipsed desire to lie down to your edge and light. Rain of nenufar to your eternal one vulcano of St. Elena be satisfied. my lover of the Antartida.

It seems i´m about the 30 mins
As usual i realized it late, It probably would save me a thousand of unconfortable thoughts: nothing is lost...

JUST A THOUGHT
the third side of the story or history, an echoless war, sink into an echoless hole.\our labour movement a new idea of the world to make us more human, this huunger to feel pride for our country is easily