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i live in a dream
show me
the truth
i dont get reality
poverty speaks
from the normal things
like cigarettes in the night
and the brighter
mind of that
which is hidden there in the day
when the night says
everything's okay
that good dream
that sells not
except for kids and sick ones
in the hells or bells
or church shells somewhere
the priest smiles
and knew it, he once hated me
or said, this was expensive...
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Literature
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she's not the flower, and the flower
says she is a flower...
she's not the rain and all these whispers
of the face of words
she can laugh and she can smile
she is not insane
all the swords and all the mountains
fall through tender hearts and arms
and her wisdom, books and smiles
unhurt the weary soul...
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Literature
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i have a thing with colors
they always fly away
happy and gay
i do not always love these colors..
nightly time has nightly plans
forever swans and many
old big bens and pennies too..
colors and the night are never
all too bright but then so deep
like colors who can sing beep beep
deep into every nightly river..
i can understand
what others comprehend..
i have a thing with colors
they always rescue us
like the mystical greyhound bus
with a truckload of more colors..
danger or not?
i think this was hot..
thanks, janice..
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Literature
the world left behind
5.11.2016
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its like we left a world behind
an earth, billions of hearts and the meadows
and woods, the milk, the happy dog and
the children too
have we cut away from her body every forrest?
have we spilled every precious drink?
have we pruned our hearts off?
i dont see darkness anymore
only grey or black
it used to burn at night
ever-returning summers of love
did klingsor know?
was that his last painting
the shivering dread of his age?
sometimes it really gets serious..
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Literature
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5.11.2016
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the eagle came flying closer
played by a saxophone of sky and the free clouds
old 90's music and the bad times gone
waking up in another kind of bed and world
to a woman able to kiss and talk right
i'm myself and yet another kind of spirit is me then
able to kiss and talk right
freedom is something to feel most of the time
and it's always a riddle of why this would be real
should I sing another song?
the world is not a grave but it has somber places
where sadness dwells and the fear of the unknown
where we can't easily unpack our lifetoys and just play
but there are secrets in love and in the spirit of seeking
the outer limits of where we normally fear death
and there are mysteries like, when this world is like it is,
how could it come from nothing? such a thought seems
like an atomic bomb to me and its radiation fallout is severe
the question means a salvation, there are faces that care
spirit able to be in me always - unlönely, untooweak!
i tweak this still some more
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Literature
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midnight feeling.
the bird is sleeping
morning in its mouth
but has to
sleep sleep sleep
the moon feels like
a poor goethe
in a flash
where the life is whispering
that the flash
will be gone
in a flash
love again
flesh
flesh
no the symbol
i know
i remember
kindness in a box of rules
rules in a box of love
love in a box of nothing
and never forget
to fear
keep the heart screams the tiniest bird
keep the heart sings the tree
keep the heart writes she on her eyes
and the blues of such a night
became
singable
anew
you rusted leaf
forget the spring
forget that what your self
wants to forget
sleep if you must
but sleep in her
but sleep in her
another secret
to build a dome of what enlightens
an altar able to speak back
should we manufacture jesus again?
or simply step into the gap
and do it ourselves?
faith
anew
the man was there
unbig, unhate, unfear
kindness
magdalenas helpful voice
jesus' wisdom finder
kindess
life
and again her
and my pillow
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Literature
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she is a kindness
a drop of god to love
she is a kinder blindness
than who i knew as dove
she is all the thoughts
that i could never guess
she wandered through the droughts
that i have to confess
i have a friend of knowing
something kind from me
her eyes are always showing
that gentleness must be
i cannot fight like others
i dream of kinder mothers
than these oh so wise brothers
who cannot understand the others--
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Literature
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The girl I love is not here with me. She lives rather far away and will not talk. I know that I love her but I cannot get a relationship. I am not going to be realistic. I will be a dreamer in this matter too. I believe in Heaven, in a good God, in an afterlife. After death we are all very different. We loose our body of sin and evil. The memories, the bad feelings, the failures, the fears. It'll just be over wth these things.
I miss Monique a lot. She is such a pretty girl. I sometimes feel as if I love her more than anything else in the world. I don't understand why we don't search for the good God. The humble God, the thoroughly kind God. Instead we try to believe in a Master who has no scruples. A hard Lord who wants to enslave us.
The good God is not that hard to find. You can see him in the morning sun, in the heat of noon, in the evening tenderness of the air around you. The good God and the cosmos are to great extents the same. I am a panentheist. I believe God is all, and more
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Literature
the angel
And he sits down and smokes a cigarette. His thoughts were difficult. The battles had been hard. His friends were not near. He smoked and tried to be distant from the pain. He couldn't allow his desire for happiness to come up now. Or could he dive into the Christ and suffer? Was this really a crucifixion moment, or could he suffer like the young Christ? Oh Michael, his heart thought, oh Michael. A wind started to blow, he was hopeful for a moment that it could be a blessing from Abba. But it didn't come to feel good. Yet it was not the devil either. The battles were over for now, and he was quite a distance away from the pit where they had fought the demons.
Sometimes he yearned back for the times when they used swords and daggers in such battles. The mind wars were more draining than these oldtime fights. But he knew it was better. Objectively. The humans were shielded, and that was all that mattered. And angels were better than the demons in the mind wars. They usually succeeded in
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Literature
graceandlonelinesFORDEVIANT
9.2.2014
~grace and loneliness
and so we are silent
and everything we speaks
and we cannot speak
because hearing is unbelievable
and there is beauty
and we feel grace and not
the wines of righteousness
what is life but to wait
to wait
to wait
and to look into that sun
without being able
to see it
it is always winter
the heat is far away
my spirit says I'm a desert
and the heat is scorching
i dont understand
i am far away
this is what I can say
and im not right
and im not happy
and i feel joy
and what i say is her word
grace
the orgasm comes later
until then i have smiles
and tears
and the knowledge
of love
without being able
to light that fire
that nevertheless
my love lit
and she warms my feet
and she is mine
and i know she is happy
if she wouldnt suffer
because I'm not
and she smiles
and she is a christwound
and she smiles
and she is waiting
and i say we wait
and that is the desire of her breast
this is a kiss
that lasts
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Literature
graceandlonelinesFORDEVIANT
9.2.2014
~grace and loneliness
and so we are silent
and everything we speaks
and we cannot speak
because hearing is unbelievable
and there is beauty
and we feel grace and not
the wines of righteousness
what is life but to wait
to wait
to wait
and to look into that sun
without being able
to see it
it is always winter
the heat is far away
my spirit says I'm a desert
and the heat is scorching
i dont understand
i am far away
this is what I can say
and im not right
and im not happy
and i feel joy
and what i say is her word
grace
the orgasm comes later
until then i have smiles
and tears
and the knowledge
of love
without being able
to light that fire
that nevertheless
my love lit
and she warms my feet
and she is mine
and i know she is happy
if she wouldnt suffer
because I'm not
and she smiles
and she is a christwound
and she smiles
and she is waiting
and i say we wait
and that is the desire of her breast
this is a kiss
that lasts
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Literature
creationaccountcha-aDEVIANT
12.1.2014
~a creation account
chapter a - the creation of life
and the days were long
the heavens were lonely
god was alone
in a shell of god and sky
and she knew, she knew
she knew, and she knew
and she knew
what was to be known
she said, I know
and I have to know
and I will know
and that was all what was known
she said, I will feel pain
she said, pain is like a sun
she said, I will shine
she said, light is like knowing
and so the darkness passed
and she knew, she knew
and she knew..
the light smiled
she knew, light is always smiling
and she smiled, because she knew
she knew it well
nobody noticed anything
they were all asleep
like the future, like the past
only she knew she was there
she never slept, she always knew...
but the earth dreamt
and she knew her dream
the little daughter dreamt much
she always knew, the light smiled everyday
she had been born like a dream
she smiled in the dream
and she had known how the light came
smiling at god in her shell, and at the earth
she breathed
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Literature
i understand the pearl and the
i understand the pearl and the
diamond and the
gold are not
much... and you are the
pearl and i am
the diamond, and not
much, and that
is the gold...
ich verstehe die perle und den
diamanten und das
gold sind nichts
weiter... und du bist die
perle und ich bin
der diamant, und nichts
weiter, und das
ist das gold...
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Literature
shouldigoDEVIANT
14.2.2013
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should I go and try to understand?
the histories I've thrown ahead of me?
I don't know on which mountain I've sat for so long
it must have been my desire
and something gave way
the mountain traveled forward
and I'm its sacrifice
I do not want to go this way
I must pray and fast
the mountains must all leave
for the mountains of life and God
where beauty is one of the princesses
that hold the hands of the weak
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Literature
The door..
18.1.2013
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the door closes suddenly
drama hates and wails and gropes
for my skin - but I am sleeping
I don't understand everything
and that shall make me happy
I'm a whisper of somebody's wisdom
just whispered again to burn something
a chair belongs to me in heaven somewhere
and an appartment, and laughter, and friends
so I write down my verdict:
world, I am not yours, I am a raindrop
sent from the master to show you greatness.
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I wish I could fall in love again
like a rainbow reaching a beautiful place
somehow a smile on someone's lips for me
the eager interest of a soul
for my cups, cigarettes and poems
I am free but that is not enough
I need the heavens and eyes and hearts
and the dogs of the earth and their smell
I miss the arms and skin and hands
I am tired of bad life
tired of bad life..
I spill myself into my cups
and haven't played
the fates tell me life sucks
i am dismayed
i dont want to rebel every day
sometimes I just walk my way
try to be happy, try to live
even try to forgive..

the loneliness of faith creeps into me
the city god whispers: let it all be..
you can't trust the god who is always alone
and just lets you gnaw on your bone..

i think we should search the others
odin, hera, jupiter, and all their fathers and mothers!
i AM SICK    and feel well like
my tobacco girl
whose lighter in my heart
has no fire like my girl soul
i drown in this sickness
make me gone gone
i whisper another sweet darkness
my tobacco girl smiles
i have played a bit
now the next attempts at being kewl

---nicole
(for all the other t-girls ...)
i live in a dream
show me
the truth
i dont get reality
poverty speaks
from the normal things
like cigarettes in the night
and the brighter
mind of that
which is hidden there in the day
when the night says
everything's okay
that good dream
that sells not
except for kids and sick ones
in the hells or bells
or church shells somewhere
the priest smiles
and knew it, he once hated me
or said, this was expensive...
I have understood in the last time that most of humans are really good people, and that we all have been good as children once. I only need to see through my life - I have never met an evil child. The religious scepticism of man is very bad. Men are weak, but not evil. And most of the time they try everything to be good. This is really deep in our conscience, and it is bad that we are so often so unhappy. We need to redesign a lot in our society, and not make money so important. Instead we need to create a society that resembles the animals and plant life. They do not have money and yet have everything they need. There is a struggle for survival but no hatred at all. No animal ever hated another. Our little brothers and sisters know a lot...

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Daniel
Germany
I'm just an eternal amateur, I guess. I'm a spiritual person, been through tough times with religious indoctrination and much confusion, but now it's finally getting light again. I mainly write poetry and sometimes some prose. My favourite poets are german expressionists and Pablo Neruda. I also do some photography. My entire poetry and prose catalogue is copyright free. You can distribute it freely, provided you don't alter the text. But you are not allowed to use it commercially.

I am also transgender. I'm not sure if I will go through with it because I'm thinking I might be gender fluid. It depends on what kind of love life I will have in future after having had to go on a hiatus for some years because of illness. My friends say I should try to publish, make art, make music. But I'm like frozen sometimes, and paranoia remains something that often visits me. I am sincere and try to be kind.
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DeverexDrawer Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2016  Student General Artist
What's happening man? Are you alright?
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anvilofdreams Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2016
im fine thanks, god bless you...
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DeverexDrawer Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2016  Student General Artist
Why are you intersted in angels?
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anvilofdreams Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2016
I trust them and want to be in the ranks one day. I think my god is on another star and I have to find him there in saints heaven. Catholic theology is true in that, but not in all their assumptions. After death we go to father christmas and we get our hearts desire... family is on that heaven too.
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