Frau Fisch

Is a dream-head spider
With a passionate heart

Who won't stop webbing
All the things she caused
To fall apart

METAMORFATHOM METAMORPHANTOM

Many are the stones,
The Stone is none;
Many are the words,
True are some;
True for an instant
no longer than time;
Time as frames sequenced,
Finds in shape its disguise.

Verb a desire
So utterly praised,
Changes unseen
The veils of being;
Imagine immensity
To measure beginnings,
If senses spell density
Has Name a meaning?

Determinism reasons
To walk towards back,
Places debris of futures
Into the back of mind’s head;
Rapture takes over,
When evidence lacks;
Lost arrow of time,
Most likely a stab.

Mystery is duty
To the angels within,
Intimacy unknown
Where borders begin;
Certainty surrounds,
Paradox sprouts;
Observation natures
All that’s kept out.

Laws that cover
Pretentious orders
Reveal this,
Which obscures the rest;
Light lines out surfaces,
Packs depths into tales;
Night bonds all shadows
And lets darkness prevail.

Common denominators
Abstract immanence,
Before snake biting tail
Pales all reference;
If unity is permeable
It is no longer one,
Numbers are titled
On account of the sum.

Complementary disagreements
Consent through a sign,
Chaosensualize meaning
And divide the divine;
Reason owes grace
The ears it persuades,
For nothing is certain
Uncertain the pace.

Fathom the Phantom
Of change and permanence,
Render tenderness
And acknowledge acceptance;
Uncertain is truth
And unknowable the unknown;
Sublime the change of shapes,
Metamorphosis’s fate – is our own.

WASTE
A tale of uncanny wonder

I once woke up remembering now, staring at future remainings of my eternal craves. At that day, laying in between the ruined sheets of my memories, I envisioned time taking eternity away.

Satisfaction is desire's murderer, just like the lamb is a killer to the tiger's hunger. Thus I can say that I have died and killed many times and within this exceptional abysses of resolution, I’ve found waste and freedom uttering the future.

Freedom resides in our living death, is annihilation's bittersweet reward. For only nothingness upholds no boundaries and allows our most esteemed existence to sense the whole.

Waste is the cadaver of accomplished sense and the surplus of any rational plan.

Life, in its constant revival of farewells, is inexhaustible ephemeral will. And from the ruins of our most beloved and accomplished craves, we can certainly expect uncanny wonders to raise.

I know you are another,

You don't know myself at all.

You look up,
I look in.

I look down,
You search somewhere else, around.

To create those who survive better than us.

To melt the hardest into delight
And having resting opened eyes,

Those enormous little conquers
Make one sovereign,
In time.

What a relief
It rains outside
I can't hear me.

Time amuses soul to death.

Within great safety
Joy roses by mistake.

Crack the fences
Of my defences
Adventure my innocence
Gap my abyss.

Tragedy rests under the shelter of guilt.

This utter state of despair
A constant metamorphosis towards nowhere

Got hands to hold heads
And fingers that drip absurd plans

Got a lake to hold the wind
And a paradise with no memory to disturb

A life fulfilled by evading affairs
Constantly missing
All I already have.

To shape hunger
Into something you can devour.

I forgot myself
At no mirror today

My heart aches
For the excess of yesterdays

Today's past
Was too big for the trash.

So unruhig
Why so unruhig?

Gone
All the time gone.

Hungry
Starving
Appetite for underneath reality
The performance has to be brave
And reveal multiverses that lay
Above and beyond the fetish for polite disgrace.

Girl with a carnivore heart
States that voices of boredom
Underly proper behaviour.

Death arrives when darkness ceases to challenge.

Bin ein high-tech-tier
Instinkt spielt den Klavier
Hab ein Messer in der Küche
Aber der hunger kehrt immer wieder
Zurück zu mir

Hey high-tech-tier
Wanna do something irrational mit mir?

The bill for pleasure
You pay in hell

Got a stake in my heart
With a second one I´ll tear my pussy apart

And then I'll cry till I come...

You make me so wet
I could drown in myself

Flesh me full
Fuck me out of here.

Love is
Verb drips
We leak

Some strange verb
Whispers desire to the senses
Of all existences

Born, bloom, blow
What stays, while I go?

Call the Sea
At each morning of misery,
To remember that life is like a restless ocean
Flowing throughout me.

And the ocean replies my call
Whispering trough the rainy noise of swinging trees,
That all I must do is enclose sense for another mystery to sprout
Cause I'm here to dance the moves that animate continuity.