The Silence

In crowded rooms I am most uneasy. All the sights and sounds make me shiver. I am scared of the space that brings you near. I think on the gloom of our next encounter. This silence. Will it ever speak? Cover Art by: ANJA BÜHREH  


Who are the people?

The people are sheep. The people are cattle. Herd them here, Herd them there, They never speak. They cried out, "Caesar Caesar!"   We are the people. We are the government. We say what goes, And it goes. We are the pharaohs. We are the emperors. And we will hold this world in confusion and …

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From the City Mouse, Faithfully

Dear Country Mouse,   What is the life of the city if not the gloom? The fogged-in atmosphere where no one is remembered. I have walked this path many times. And I have come across you, but none is remembered.   Where is the blood of the city if not the gloom? Our overseers promise …

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Hearts & Violins

The violin strings on my heart, Lifting, stripping, and breaking apart. I feel it with my breathing in. I feel it with my breathing out. The echoing melody is a sorrow. Its distant wail turns sun to snow. And I have known it. I have heard it before not long ago, When I searched my …

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How I danced through the mist. Elbow high and thickening. My feet barely touched the ground. When I danced through the mist. The world was gleaming after this. Not dark, cold or raining in. Alive, bright and wildly seen. Against the troubles of rising mist. I found me feet and flew right in. A warrior burnt into …

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