Dirty
Dirty
Soft lips, soft skin, soft
contour, small ears,
clear eyes, thick hair,
strong back, smooth forehead,
tight legs, narrow neck,
long legs, small feet,
cool hands, full chest, arms
fine, sweet belly.
three times until the sun greeted
but I felt nothing!
three times until the Cock crowed us,
but I felt nothing!
am now wet, I feel so dirty,
you staring at me and say:
"I love you", I mean, "I do not"
you cry, but I, I feel dirty
© Christian Ziegler
Sunday, September 16, 2007
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thought of God and the law
thought of God and the law
A God reflects the needs and desires of a population.
His opponent is the fear and the evil that can happen to you.
Can it really be now that these things have not changed for more than two thousand years?
We pay homage to the progress, life is faster, we get older and it should not have changed? How many wars prevailed since and still there is no new God?
Oh, what we have degenerated to that? Where all our creativity and inspiration is gone?
As an ancient treasure chest, we are unopened for years due to waiting for a pirate of us discovered, or should it rather be a nobleman?
All this does not matter, the point is, something must change.
Just because things are written down, they are not valid forever. Are not exactly as many laws simply meaningless? Only there are none of them can change, because the written word is sacrosanct?
means restricting oneself standstill and standstill necessarily mean death. We go on the inevitable road to a corner where a trap is. We all know the fable of the mouse by Kafka? Way and not another it is with us.
We are the mouse and the beliefs and laws are the cat. Like machines, they slide out of our hands and are too powerful, artificial intelligence, we are no longer able to fight back.
Stand up people, you even unpacked from the nose and will be free. Free yourselves from the pressure of the lie down in chains. Will autonomous! But never forget the respect that he who loses the Resepkt lose the foundation of life.
respect your fellow man!
respect nature!
Respect you!
© Christian Ziegler
thought of God and the law
A God reflects the needs and desires of a population.
His opponent is the fear and the evil that can happen to you.
Can it really be now that these things have not changed for more than two thousand years?
We pay homage to the progress, life is faster, we get older and it should not have changed? How many wars prevailed since and still there is no new God?
Oh, what we have degenerated to that? Where all our creativity and inspiration is gone?
As an ancient treasure chest, we are unopened for years due to waiting for a pirate of us discovered, or should it rather be a nobleman?
All this does not matter, the point is, something must change.
Just because things are written down, they are not valid forever. Are not exactly as many laws simply meaningless? Only there are none of them can change, because the written word is sacrosanct?
means restricting oneself standstill and standstill necessarily mean death. We go on the inevitable road to a corner where a trap is. We all know the fable of the mouse by Kafka? Way and not another it is with us.
We are the mouse and the beliefs and laws are the cat. Like machines, they slide out of our hands and are too powerful, artificial intelligence, we are no longer able to fight back.
Stand up people, you even unpacked from the nose and will be free. Free yourselves from the pressure of the lie down in chains. Will autonomous! But never forget the respect that he who loses the Resepkt lose the foundation of life.
respect your fellow man!
respect nature!
Respect you!
© Christian Ziegler
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Crazy Sister
Paul Hoecker-Nonne in the arcade (1897)
sister
Do you see the spark that goes by burning?
remains of the fire that I set. The cross
fall it must, you know exactly.
Listen to me! Set your faith on display!
Shivering you stand, the case having regard
pray to God to think that the creator use to you!
black veil wrapped your mind
snow in winter, the water never de-iced
How often do you lay tortured on his knees? Did you
waiting in vain, that he appeared to you?
The wind brings your legs tremble,
can even smell the doubts creep up inside you.
obedience, poverty, celibacy,
values of God and his cruelty.
masochist you were in the illusory game of love, the Bible
sadist, as it pleased you and the others.
Oh, listen to me, could continue to tell forever
will choose a life in which you'll be out of truth. Let
on foreign faith recognize the reality
not rob you let your mind, otherwise it is too late
The cross is burning, you're in the know.
That cross is in solitude.
© Christian Ziegler Something
Paul Hoecker-Nonne in the arcade (1897)
sister
Do you see the spark that goes by burning?
remains of the fire that I set. The cross
fall it must, you know exactly.
Listen to me! Set your faith on display!
Shivering you stand, the case having regard
pray to God to think that the creator use to you!
black veil wrapped your mind
snow in winter, the water never de-iced
How often do you lay tortured on his knees? Did you
waiting in vain, that he appeared to you?
The wind brings your legs tremble,
can even smell the doubts creep up inside you.
obedience, poverty, celibacy,
values of God and his cruelty.
masochist you were in the illusory game of love, the Bible
sadist, as it pleased you and the others.
Oh, listen to me, could continue to tell forever
will choose a life in which you'll be out of truth. Let
on foreign faith recognize the reality
not rob you let your mind, otherwise it is too late
The cross is burning, you're in the know.
That cross is in solitude.
© Christian Ziegler Something
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
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horrible genius, trapped in salty water.
Paddle about, he, the misanthrope. Listening
lascivious voices that complain madness -
begs for mercy, for chasing waves cursed him.
Can he look like? He will not know it.
addiction search wants to miss it Weltschmerz. Silver
cooling, gold lights to Trugesschein,
forces the water into it.
swallows, spits, he yells up at the moon.
Damn the world, the depth will run.
drawn down, the misanthrope him.
an iron ball on the bone hanging
it embeds in the infinite surface.
breath of remains, mental decline.
in the end is what übirg is
is fake in a marine layer.
- A sailor
© Christian Ziegler
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