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RewindWhat is that nonsense?
Do you indulge in dreadful, dark feelings to know you are alive? Enjoy drifting and feeling meaningless and meagre? How easy it is to be small and helpless, hopeless, weak and timid and out of control. Reliance, dependence and desperation are delicious to you. It is out of your hands for the most part. If you cover your eyes it will go away and we can stop all this worry and nonsense.
One. Press the button. Two. Press another button. Three. Instructions end here. Stand on the edge and go no further. There is nothing beyond worth seeing.
PauseSearching for that tactile feeling in a world of distant separated conversation. Can’t find the words, the touch; the vibrations are not how I imagined them.
Lackadaisical, listless, lazy, meandering, less astray and lacking aspiration than to loop.
Ha ha ha. Losing. Life.
Misunderstood and without understanding of the consequences of inaction and inadequacy.
Fragile, frail, fractures are not a fear but an eventual certainty. What can you do about that?
That Rave feelingIn the dark.
In the cold still of the night:
The endless machinations
with seemingly no end in sight.
In the early morning hours when frost begins to bite...
There is a sound.
An ethereal, ephemeral sound,
Born in moments of pure energy and ecstasy,
Trained In the underground arts
and powered by sheer delight.
It is melodic
It will come within the moment
It will speak as if touching God
and understand your plight...
They call it music
(They call it hard trance)
I call it my love
(and it beckons me to dance)!
The musicThe music is you
The music is me
Don't think, don't predict
Let it flow through your veins
In rushes and cascades:
Pure vibrational energy -
A synergy of fury and passion.
Catch the beat
The music is who we are
And what we live for
Now drop the beat!
CornucopiaThere is nothing dark out here,
seemingly no place for it to hide
in this cornucopia of rolling hills and sunken valleys.
It was not the actions of a friend,
merely a reaction to this harsh and revealing landscape:
momentary longing for a hiding place -
something less than a total truth,
but more than a shaky lie based on a warped philosophy;
where were we really going?
What would we find when we got there?
The only certainty was
that all this nothingness gave one too much time to think.
Why not keep going? We'd just end up where we started anyway.
Time warpGaunt amorphous figures. Sway side to side up and down,
Their joints creaking and scraping in eerie unison
Bone against bone as skin stretches tight
beneath a barely extant second skin:
The sounds of the 80s
A rocky horror timewarp without the pleasantries of ghosts or transsexuals.
Asexual, metrosexual, androgynous.
Look the same, want the same, dance the same:
wheres your originality ?
It's time to go underground where the party's at.
AbominationA burning pillar strikes the moon,
the sun rays kill the cold.
The failure seldom leaves the room,
He is not as mature as he is old.
He is a burning pillar of rage;
a useless un-fecund sight.
Wisdom cannot not match his age
nor his failings be seen as slight.
He is the king of a falling world;
apathy his first knight.
For his sins, from Aegaleus, he is hurled
into unforgiving night!
Lie to youFailed synchronicity
I am below and she above.
False words are an atrocity
destroying worthless love.
I awake as she sleeps
mind awry with dismay.
He gives and she keeps
and burns our love away.
Veiled secrets thrive;
I sleep in my world of lies,
Truths cannot be alive
In a rage our love will die!
UnendingA lucent flower breaks the day -
wet with morning misery's tears.
All its brilliance on display
as a goddess to be revered.
It basks in the sun's hot fire,
swims in the warm sunshower,
struggles in the oppressive mire,
waiting dolefully for the evening hour.
The same flower slowly folds away
In the unsettled glory of dusk.
It will dress in the winter months
as an arctic seed of decay.
Forever and a dayForever I shall love you
you have no need to ask.
Forever you shall feel my love
I will make you grasp.
I´ll prove to you there´s no better one,
no better one so true
cos everything that I will do,
I´ll do it just for you.
so please don´t start to doubt me,
never want to hear you say,
"How long will you still love me?"
Forever my love...
Forever and a day.
Written by Suzanne Karbach sept 2014
I'd LoveI’d love to love you if you let me
I’d quickly fall apart for you
I would take all that you found heavy
And bear your burden through and through
I’d love to thaw you out in winter
And see you smiling every day
Though you might act cold and bitter
I’d see the warmth you hide away
I’d love to lie with you through sunrise
I’d watch the colours change with you
I’d love to love you for my whole life
If you could only love me too
December LoversDancing within the December light
lovers kiss under the cold rain
cast in the haze of synthetic glow
desperate on a lonely night.
Strangers in the shadows pass from sight,
mislaid tokens of distilled pain
where oil slicks and memories flow,
embrace to escape dreamless blight.
Bodies grasping a moment's delight
only a touch to keep us sane,
breath on the air is all that will show,
unknown faces appear ghost white.
In darkness lovers always burn bright,
untold regrets wash down the drain
a secret language in fallen snow
neglected hearts touched by frostbite.
Bring Me BackFor you
the moon will sing
and wake my heart
led through dreams by the melody
from the darkness I emerge to find you
revived by your own warmth
again I live
JadeCadé a pedra preciosa jade?
Mil Baús abri sem nenhuma sorte
Que lealdade à sua raridade!
Você é como sakura no norte
Encontrei a jade em terra ferida
Afundando nesta areia maldita
Eu tentei salva-la de tal angústia
Mas fui afogado pela maldita
Lépida ela ficou com o meu
Sofrimento, sou sofredor sofrido
Condenado pelo amor proibido
Não mereço este bom amor seu?
Ganância afasta-me desta paixão?
Achei minha paz nesta escuridão
SaltI want the easy love, head over heels.
Shred your bills and head to a white sand shore.
Eat fleshy foods, leave peach pits and orange peels.
Caressing by candlelight needs nothing more.
Live in a sheet of, encased in, good sweat.
Make love wrapped in a down feather cocoon.
Sleep after a chilly sea swim, still wet.
Sun pulls you from bed, talk late with the moon.
Let’s smash all our clocks, burn little black books.
Spend till we cannot afford to get home.
Catch ourselves dinner on hand-crafted hooks,
clean dishes with sand, wash up with sea foam.
I’ll take the hard love, we have candles here.
I’m in paradise, so long as you’re near.
Falling in LoveCan pages and pieces of paper contain
That sweetest of feelings; do I write in vain?
The ink I have spilled, the words I have spelt
Do not hold that sentiment of which I have felt.
I send out my heart, gone a-roving to fetch
A trace of that feeling, unlikely to catch
And hold on for long to that vaguest of hope
Impossible to tether with chains or a rope.
A ship without anchor tossed on by the sea
Carries that feeling away from me;
A butterfly net with a gaping breach
By which the moth flutters away from my reach.
Far off it flies, but it will come again-
Return it will, though you never know when-
In a warm summer breeze, when the spring flowers grow,
With the bright falling leaves, with the white drifting snow.
Is this a glimpse of a heaven above
Sent down on the breeze on the wings of a dove?
Is this fragile fancy what I'm fondest of?
Is this the feeling of falling in love?
LyzOur contact ceased in the past,
But I know our friendship’s meant to last.
Prior acts I won’t repeat,
even when life has me beat.
I’ll never ever leave your side,
Even when I want to hide.
I will always remain steadfast and strong;
To keep things between us healthy,nice, and long.
It’s all I really hope for,
Maybe someday something more.
An eternityIt is the ugly stain on the wall
the scar which breaks her cheek
the murdered childrens call
evils tyranny of the weak.
It is the light burning the eyes,
the moons sad soft face,
the truth of a piteous demise,
bleeding arms restrained by lace.
It is a single strand of hair
floating gaily in the breeze
It is lusts infernal stare;
Love is a lovers disease.
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