m is for magic

before i fall asleep i start to dream. a heavy flow of energy rips my body open. takes off my coat of flesh and all the burdens it carries. inside there is light, there are colors, radiating, bright. i go deeper, inside, i see the core. a perfectly round ball, the sphere of life, the cell of cells. it looks like its made of some sort of metal, like copper. a line is drawn through the middle and it opens. inside is nothing, it is hollow, empty. two empty copper shells. that carry nothing. i wonder if all we are is really empty, a void, if that is what we truly consist of. i wonder if we make up everything. make up love, make up sadness. make-belief.

if all we are is empty

i am hiding inside the sphere of life. becoming the void. until someone makes me up. until i dream myself into existence again.

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protection

ill load the gun and you can shoot

im traveling fast through different worlds
from life to death to beyond that veil
from bliss and love to pain and sadness
and round again
and up again and down again. and i know i should just sit still
stay put

listen. dont speak. theres little i can do
other than let everything happen, pass, go on
be the witness to the ending of the world

while the ones who have chosen to, die in the flames
i throw glitter over the passengers
smiling, singing songs

everyone who needs to struggle can struggle
and when they murder each other, in the eye of death
they will see themselves

all our fathers
and all our brothers
all our enemies
and all our lovers

i put rainbows in the sky

while they die

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fly

a fly sits on my window
somehow his presence reminds me of you
and i try to recall how this link was made
and run through the moments that have passed
and dont see any difference between those
lost in time
and the ones that are to come

i fuel the future with this moment
in which i explode

something runs up my spine
blows out of my head

i think you should crown me

and kiss me

you are killing me as i knew you would

and im living like i know i should

so fast
so good
i grow and i go
and i want us to flow

so give in

my eyes dare you
and when you would expect something cold
my hands will be warmer
and probably smaller than anyone elses hands

but they will hold

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inspired by love

i am drawn to change. (the only steady thing im drawn to is you.) sometimes i feel like i am stuck, like nothing is happening, but in reality thats just my impatience. i move ahead fullspeed. with the speed of light. and love. one thing ive learned today, is what it truly means to follow your heart. it means to act on positive feelings, to do things inspired by love. anything that drives you from negativity can not have a good outcome. if pain or hate or anger or fear make you do things, the results will be loaded with that same emotion. a contaminated seed gives birth to a contaminated plant. a pure seed gives birth to a pure plant. love brings love. love is love is love is love.
exciting times are ahead. i see a golden path. two starlit bodies, merging.

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be still, listen

the scent of the air is indescribable. i want to capture it in a small glass bottle and upload it to the internet so you can all smell it. it smells like a warm spring day thats ending and the sun just went down and your face is still glowing and it starts raining softly, it tickles you, it makes you smile. this scent carries memories of you. i remember last smelling it when i was on my way to you. excited. confused. but so willing. to hold you in my arms and to do anything to show you how i felt, who i was, who i thought we were.
i know now we are.
your ghost chases me, through the rain and through words that come from strangers mouths, through secret symbols god hides in the painting of the world which i discover and carry with me, within me, drawing you nearer. your ghost, your soul, the glow of your heart, the light from your eyes. it chases me, until i embrace it, dance with it. dance my way out of here.
up there.

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the tower

i want to burn down this city
till all the buildings
and all the cars
and even all the trees
are covering the earth with ashes
and i will stand on the beach
asking forgiveness to the sea
and when i turn my back to her
i will see the black clouds
and the wind will blow ash into my face
into my eyes
into my mouth
and i will walk toward the flames
that die while i arrive
and walk barefoot on the smothering remains
and feel nothing
but my heart
race

cause your energy is still present in this silent war zone. and after the rain, the birds return, and take position. the sky opens and i open myself in return. i look back at her without blinking, letting her fill me with light, until it stops hurting.


we are angels
discarding our black wings
even if this means we can not fly anymore
we know we have to...

soon
the world will understand willpower is the only fuel thats needed

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there is only one door

do you have any idea how much i love you...

(time
is a lost place
in mind)

the old man on the street looks less grumpy in bright sunlight. he lifts his head, shifts his gaze from the street to my eyes. they meet him, they greet him with a sense of all the things im feeling. he answers with a nothingness, a blankness that drips from his face, but as it drips a subtle glance of surrender reveals itself. change is coming. and no one will stand in its way.

like trains passing through cities at night. and ships sailing away, away.

and these sounds you submit to the air. these waves of pleasure and pain that stem from the deepest depths of your soul. it is your voice. the one that speaks without words, the one that speaks only of truth, casting aside all things that are seemingly happening off track. laugh if you must, fool if you must, but know this much is true. shots of electricity create sparks in the dark, and i shiver. the only thing i am able to think of is

do you have any idea how much i love you

and it is not a question

its only a translation of my reaction to you. i do not expect an answer. it is not a question.

nor are we kings or queens, unless we decide to play that way. if you are constantly aware of your stream of thoughts and emotions and constantly in between them, what good would that do... so i walk down the street, feeling your energy so close to me its like i could run into you on every corner. my golden hair reflecting the sun. your eyes smiling. but its only a hologram, a dream projected onto another dream. my hands go straight through you. if only i could remember the right words. to break this spell. or cast another one.
in my dreams i remember everything. i give orders, i draw complex structures, of things to build, things to come. starshaped. lightspeed. lovemade.

see, i do know.

(you can not stop this from happening)

there is only one door.

(you can not stop me from happening)

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