Poems
Die Hummel
In des Waldes kühler Sommerluft
Folgt still, geduldig, die Hummel
Der Blumen süßen Blütendufts.
Unter Schatten der Blätterbalkone
Findet sie nach fleißigem Suchen
die perfekten Blütenkronen.
Samelnd Nektar und Pollen,
Himbeer, Weide und Rose,
hin und her, wohlwollend.
Und bevor die Sonne sich legt,
hinter Wald und Hügeln dort,
ist sie schon lange fort
bis sich der nächste Morgen regt.
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To exist on this earth is to be selfish.
What is it worth if we do all we can?
We continue to destroy,
Any progress quelled,
The illusion of equilibrium
Has long been dispelled.
No trial for our misdeeds done,
Only us, one by one,
In denial, until we are gone.
Fleeting Paralysis
Why is it
That I cannot fall in love with places?
To me, they are just interludes,
Not an eternity of warmth.
In this world full of places,
Must I find new endeavours
Or am I to be caged forever?
I fear the time I have wasted.
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Walk not where the moon shines not,
for your soul shall wander lost.
Don't go beyond the rickety bridge... Cause you'll get lost!
Apostase
Recoil from the ones you call your own,
…
Reject now your holy flesh.
Sometimes, I get this overpowering sense of rejection from my peers. It makes me feel like withdrawing is the only option, even though I know they would accept me no questions asked.
Heart on Your Sleeve
Some vices, you savor.
Some, you carry in your heart.
Divine Terror
Not many believers recognize the hidden glory in Yled,
The place of Her first whisper,
The place from which She will speak again.
One day, you will understand:
Yled will be the city
Made from the dreams and words
Of the Somniloquists.