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Open mindedOpen your mind, and go outside.
Sound in my SoulMy heart begins to beatTo the silent,slow and sweetSound in my soul.I began to lose controlOf everything I knowI felt as pure as snow.Out of everything I hadThis feeling made me glad.How could I have survived so longWithout this beautiful song?Im starting to believeThat this feeling will never leave.I begin to sing aloudConfident,and proudIm on the brink,About to overflowLets get this goingAnd start the show.
Walking DeadThe world has come to an end,Better grab a friend,The blood of the innocent will run red,It's the night of the walking dead.Eyes so dull,They show no soul,Hearts not in check,The city in a wreck.Police, Swat, FBI,No other place to hide,When there is no one else to call,May God help us all.
Sundropo n some days I watch you rise and ragewith a new yearfirework fervour–untamed and glorious,pulling the years togetherwith a snap of your fingers.but some days you are languid,stretching like the summer dustingof freckles along your forearms, theslumberous strands of hair shutteringyour sky-eyes from the morning light.on these days, I think the earth spinsslower and the birds sing a littlequieter. on these days, I lookat you and I think:sundrop.
The GreedWe have allAll that we needFeathered crownsEndless greedPlenty of foodWe´re never starvingMore and more meatUnder us carvingWide and waste landBefore us spreadsIt is all oursWe are the kingsFreedom we haveChained to no placeTo no one bowsOur proud raceAbove all othersLooking down with sharp eyesBeing fast being firstNo one can surpass usAll that we haveAll that we needMeans so littleIn the sun´s heatWe want to ownLust for golden crownsWe want be respectedWe want the throneYes we have allAll that we needBut feathered crownsDon´t feed our greed
GlassesI feel I am being held captive,Like a beautiful bird in a small iron cage.I feel a red hot anger within me,Like a crazy bull in a blind rage.I feel I am in constant, spinning turmoil,Like a delicate butterfly in a swirling tornado.I feel as though I am lost in limbo,Like a condemned angel without a halo.Then it passes,And a tinkling sound fills the room,Kind of like good friends toasting,Gently banging each others' glasses.
cosmogony.my darling, think of the stars that died when the world was young.think of creation, immolation, hydrogen and helium, the silentstorms of the cosmos. think of the dreaming sky, the fireof ancient suns, a tiny blue planet adrift in night. think ofthe chances and choices of a lifetime and a thousand before. theearth turns. the universe breathes. on quiet evenings youpaint your skin with ink, drawing constellationsand molecules with