J.D.

In the south, where my Heart
where the sun beats,
because it is what will be,
the thunder was it,
but not more,
in the raging waters of Hall's is now,
and never again will be.
Who will it be?
Who will burn?
I want to dream-
going to sleep,
bury me under dead earth.

Light of Dawn

Bright morning light,
warm floading through my dark,
brightly lit all the land
awaken all life again,
that lay at night in sleep.

Did I found it? - Inspired by Arthur Rimbaud

I have found it,
my everything?
I can not live without,
and what is irreplaceable;


Only for me?


Or will one day
be a different person?
it may be a human?
My everything,
I have to find it,
before it is too late for me
but what if I find it,
and lose it again?


I dare not to remember
What reason would I have even-


to live?

Loki

Have you lost your way
here at the end of time?

Seeking our way
imaginings in my paradise

my hollow mountains,
my rumbles of thunder from the sky,

My rain of the soul betrays,
to the rescue, it is now too late.

The failed Reason

Many cried about anything,
withered at infinity,
waves driven by the high waves,
drowned in the shade,
my being confused,

I lost you there,
in the woods,
between the gates build our life,
dried up in the night as the grass,
and ivy rangte around the trees,

always anxious
they just barely to let them live,
and yet I hope one day you find there,
between the crumbling tombs of my memory.

Doubts

It runs what may live,
hiding what wants to die,
in that the doubts plaguing every soul-


I´d lost the time in this room?
Only one more step towards the fulfillment of all desires,
but I'm standing still,
I do not want to fall to the ground,
even if everything burns in me,
only a step - it will break me,
break the ribs from my spine,
and complete the funeral feast,
to which I have even loaded.

Armand´s Sun

Have not you thought
this death would quietly go over,
this grace in thy light has now passed,
the swaths of dark waves,
are now lost in the sun.


Has thou not heard the screams,
burned under your pure white skin?


This ocean is now flowing into you,
until you're stuffed all the torments
that were once passed,
the time is past, the rain evaporates,
and the dead flesh is enough,
everything is finished and nothing starts the New,
in this slump of needles and rocks.


Gone is the sweetness of the night,
fully the tyranny of your pity, I feel nothing.


But thou shalt breathe, shall live, covet,
the end of my torment,
your existence shall be my proof
life is possible
to breathe when you break the chest,
take your leave,
morning and see me again,
between the words unspoken,
you do not dare to speak.