MY MOTOR-FRANKENSTEIN

Long Sleep for years after the second winter
Rusty wake up from the cellar, keller that lighted up the cellar
Connie put it up to max
it felt his heart beatin
beating the dead horse inside

Airways reeked out the toxines
Breathe lifelike and clean from sins
half yard deep in
dope-winner-engine

Broken pump-up bomb oil, "stuck in mud"
It broke my heart the lok at it's mother's arms

a self made engine's fine
My motor-frankenstein

Slumber in a premonitory goodbye
Winter up in a cellar yawning for fly
Parents beg him to stay, recalled by


Dug the grave and we together whispered his name
Death got away with him
my motor-frankenstein

Icy valves, amputateed lungs
more than a cat a pure haart

Start engine!, motor hum lullaby
sleep my son you won't be alone
at the friedhof where flew your soul.

THIS REEKS TO ROTTEN APPLES

SPHORA

In my foremind God is deadhead
It's evolution not revolution, moral illusion

Frightfullym disagreebly human, king of morality, dirty puritanity
infected branch of our family tree of life
the more I stare the clearer the picture is,
god is man's idea
and we fancy renaissance, as man self created in our arrogance

Natural Selection by the creator our breeder
it's a perpetual struggle for salvation to spread the seed
bcuz strongest lives and the weakest dies

Control the Chain, control their way by squeezing their faith
Morality rulers, factories of beliefs
churches to shed light on man's faith

Church led to civilization
no principles led to reckless suicide
"But the bravest decision you ever make is admiting you made a mistake"

Gimme hope
gimme religion
evolution out of constitution
prosecution out of religion
Full scale life

Fool religion
full oblivion
we're the manimal
social cannibal

Not the centre of Universe
Not holy creations
Animal nature, holy evolution

BUT good deeds will lead you further in the meaning of life.

dragged out from this world

He was all heart and tenderness
nobody deserved anguish and dreadful suffer
Mam gave him all she had
treated him like a human being
we may be wrong pulling him from coast to coast
I liked to think I was his favourite
he had no favourite
he was shy and generous
he exhaled asking for an end
when just flesh and bone was what he´d left
Tierärzt said the reflection in his eyes
was what he lose last
I can believe his soul called at the mittnacht
As a slumber he showed up to let me know that was the last hug
we insisted on he should remain when he just were far beyond
his head turn into blue as he fell asleep

I put him a yard down in a muddy hill next to the Friedhof
won´t forget his eyes wide shut lurking from the worms nest
you´ve got a new den
where I´ll make my last stretch.

for all the joy and love your life broght upon our souls
I spill my first tear
for all the kindness an animal might show
I spill a blood drop
for all you´ve taken from my soul
I let you scratch my haart....
remaining thoughts in 9.04.2009
I hope you get this letter in the graveyard

Your Mam and Dad won´t forget u

Perhaps you should have bleiben in the place where we found you

And then we come to the same old question, why man is so powerful that can move monts, change the floss of a river, change the climate of a planet, destroy civilizations, built societies, consider their capacity to reason, learn from the past and from time to time prevent future and can´t help the inevitable path of death, we must find answers in death, Sheley said it, we play the roll of creators and pay the its toll...and at the end we all come to an end, there must be an end to be an start, thatßs what makes it attractive, otherwise it would be pointless and dull.

My head is heavy, my limbs are weary,And it is not life that makes me move....The proposition that death is the equivalent to extinction is examined in the first section of Adonais, a piece permeated with frigid imagery. The head of the deceased is bound with ‘frost’, his heart is ‘cold’, his lips ‘icy’ and his cheek ‘frozen’ suggesting the permanent cessation of life. The water imagery in ‘dew’, ‘Iiquid’ and ‘vapour’ suggest weeping for the loss of life, an image which culminates in ‘She faded, like a cloud which had outwept its rain’. The two images combine in the 'frozen tears’, the substitute for pearls in the anadem, which suggest the immutability of death coupled with the irrevocability of loss.
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