Keys To Open The Inner Rooms E-Book

Sascha Witter

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 35

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Herin lies the confrontation with the dark soul of memorabilia & defeated short-liveliness. Those writings are imaginable somehow, & if imagined something like an discussion in old form, like talking to one's inner self with lots of desirable creed. In some kind of brainstorming the author snatched-up sentences which are only his willingness to keep a clear thought behind all the words he wrote off in a spell of charismatic fear & pain.

Leseprobe

Table of Contents

I need you, because i am alone

3. Songs That Have Never Been Sung In A Studio Or Performed On Stage

All I Can Tell

At dawn

Making Sparks

The Voices Of Hell & The Closing Of The Doors Of Heaven

The dumb waiter

The Heat Of The Music Drags On From Time To Time

America’s Wild Embrace Takes It Away!

Advice To The Young Assembled Followers Of This Procession

The Seer Of All Kinds Of Love In The World

Advice For People Who Got The Disbelief Into A Job That Is All Worth It

Night Was. Night Is, Night Will Be!

The smile of the evening

rusts inside a dead pool of worry.

The millions of lights turn into

somebody’s great moon of happening.

I gotta go now –

to see a clean department –

Hell, arrived on a Monday brought back by

tears in-vain, yeah. Solitary comfort of a beautiful mind.

Against hollow heads of penetrating smell

my soul drives to the bounds

of the wide land

of fever

& timeless fascination for the rooms

of imagination in the dress of

fortunate buildings of

thought & mindless distress for the goverment pictures

of reality in front of a disguised brothel or backyard

where heaven meets the souls of resurrection &

the big fancy godhead of wisdom.

Certainty.

(„_“)

Do you speak of your mind, like a

strange, irritated soldier in the war

between the product & the ways behind

it, travelled by a rich fountain of a

consuming material eye?

Ghost confronts us w/ future.

Mind confronts us w/ our luck that we have

when we turn back the pages from the vanity of

the lords, they who are among us do not dance.

Farther they disturb our romatic chances

in the middle of the theatre where we used

to play & send our artistic arrows to the

world of sensation. The word is falling, fences

& names complete it:

This requires the heraldic sense

of the myth that we’ve drawn inside

the ridiculous time of having had nothing

to do.

What is time?

-endless game.

A movement to the pulse

of the right & ruling

planets of

willful tribulation

& characteristic benefit.

What does it mean to be

a poet?

The silence of the year

crawls upon the meadow

of my heart.

W/ a wink everything is done.

You drink my wine & you enjoy my tears.

Maybe you put a smile upon

my face while I fight w/ joy

to explain what my heart thinks.

But there’s never but only one point

that leads to the climax of

my unwound verse.

You have to see it through!

You have to join words unspoken.

Before you get it all together,

all a-new.

Triangle of madness,

air-burning flames

of temperament.

So you strive

for the gloom of

another god/bliss

of yearning eyes

or consisting hearts

of power.

He’s among the crowd you’re

in w\ &

sells freedom

to the eyes

of the

night, perhaps you’ll see him

walking down the tormented halls

of FATE!!

THE SUN, A FOLLOWER

Somebody tells me that he lives

in secret & asks for the

truth only those who

are restless

bewitched

by the

nature

of love

&

its

belongings.

This clarity----

Overcoming of the filth

Return to the base

& the sacrificial offering of the swamps, cool

& still in the reliable chaotic

prayer of the dawn.

(Do you hear me calling you?)

The new contradiction is FORM

serving a lucky trial

after natural ball

or good mood beside the

magic steps of GOING

ON W/ THE

WORRIED

WATER OF TRUTH..

You got any interesting touch

of the hot compromising run.

We film our fine articulated comission

& take over the gold from the sullen sea.

In every step necessary to take for our guilty

Saturday feeling has emerged & we introject

the motive of rearing an seperated, unknown

vegetation w/ dark inflamed skin or hair.

Suddenly we got into it messed up

by the frontiers & now:

we hear voices

speaking of centralized

chaos that appears to have

another routine of no way of