Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Anna Phoenix

Sylvester night



driving through the pitchblack night
lanterns, cars and
sprinkling stars
shining in the streets we pass
always staying at our side

another year has find it's end
nothing to shout
or cry about
When we all sit and eat and wait
for the new year to spend

blue, yellow, red and green
bursting high
in the dark and endless sky
and reflecting in the childrens eyes,
which are shining all so keen

everyone is laughing, drinking
eyes are full with joyfiull tear
texting „have a very good new year“
„a better than the last“,
I am thinking
Anna Phoenix :
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