Gedanken aus dem Buch des Zweifels
Ein Schatten den mein Licht erschafft
Erinnerung die mich belügt
Und Träume ohne Halt
Brille die mein Bild verzerrt
Gefühle ohne Spiegelung
Entfernung die das Band zerreist
Vergleiche bar von Vielfalt
Ein Schritt vor und zwei zurück
Der Pfad dem nicht zu folgen ist
Kreise die nach unten fliehen
Und Wände ohne Spalt
Duft der noch zu fühlen ist
Leere zieht im Herzen ein
Vergangenheit ist Einbildung
Gemüt ist lang nicht kalt
Thine eyes are full of promise,
thine voice of the divine.
My confidence thou swallows,
never shalt be mine.
Forgive my raving soul,
its screams, not heard by one.
For I’m the one that follows,
not farther than I’ve come.
I can’t go on in this pretense,
no path to go alone.
The hearts of whom I follow,
will sooner turn to stone.
Voice like music, no words to cite,
more legs than man, less than beast.
Eights of teeth and yet no bite
seven plus five, if fully pieced.
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A wooden room, a window, round,
held in by steel of streching sound.
Stick out your neck,
your fret in check,
atop the bridge the tension’s bound.
The one force that treats all the same,
in this, most strange and wicked game.
It does not bargain for wealth or fame,
does not give in to plead or gain.
In it’s wake you clearly see,
all you were and tried to be.
Your true self be the only key,
to render your mind honest free.
So gladly take in your last breath,
for it is final, it is death.
[Again, I prepared some music to go with this: Click]
Once hallowed halls now dark and broken,
faint windows are the only light.
The rooms in which kids minds were woken,
now lie barren with natures blight.
There are no singing choir boys,
nor steaming heads from questions asked.
The books, then cherished, now are moist,
remnants of a brighter past.
In memories and heads held high,
this institution carries on.
For no idea can ever die,
until the heads it’s filled are gone.
[This is for the picture writing challenge #12]
[Since I am not sure whether I can put the music in directly, please open this YouTube-Video in another tab: Click]
The waves come crashing to the shore,
now, just as they did before.
The tides, they push,
the tides, they pull.
What happens when my heart is full?
Dark clouds hang over darker waters,
foreboding pain for sons and daughters,
Winds strengthening,
prevailing tough,
I cannot take this, have enough.
The distance makes the sun shine brightly,
through the clouds atop the sea.
It does not falter,
not now, not then.
So I’ll go on, as long as I can.
[This is for the picture writing challenge #11]
Why do we live?
For care to give
to those we hold dear in our hearts.
We strive and believe,
hope, love and grieve,
and yet only pick up the shards.
But how to survive
and not take the dive,
while we have to shoulder this pain?
It is because we,
unquestionably
are cared for by others the same.
This is an outlet for my feelings towards companies, that think more of there own pockets than the fans, while licensing anime for europaen countries…
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Dies hier ist Ventil für meine Gefühle gegenüber Firmen, die bei der Lizensierung von animes in europäischen Ländern, weniger an die Fans, als die eigene Tasche denken…
There really is no way to tell,
how far some go to sell and sell.Take me, a peaceful Ani-fan,
who likes them as they’re in japan.With extras and some bonus stuff,
but to get that here is tough.„The european market’s user,
is easy and no real chooser.They have the taste of herds of sheep
the only thing they want is cheap.“So we get them inexpensive,
which I myself find quite offensive.Since I don’t mind to pay a price
so that the thing I buy is nice.If you want cheap that is all right,
you’re not the one I want to fight.But those who think they really know me,
and taking my choice is the key,They will learn that I don’t just buy
the cheap stuff because I am shy.Quite contrary to what they think,
I will not buy this, will not blink.My taste might differ from the norm,
but I see no reason to conform.So get me extras and I’ll pay,
or else I will find my own way.
For further information concerning this topic (especially not limited by rhymescheme) I recommend the following article by a like-minded UK-Animefan:
„Please, let me buy your products!“
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Für nähere Informationen zu dem Thema (insbesondere nicht durch Reimschema beschränkt) empfehle ich folgenden Artikel von einem gleichgesinnten UK-Animefan:
„Please, let me buy your products!“
[Image Credit: Matilde Berk]
Fog once asked: Why do they fear us?
Forest answered: I could not guess.
Do they think that we harvest danger?
They know we don’t, they are no stranger.
Is it maybe the unknown?
Discovery lies there alone.
Could they be scared to go astray?
I do not change when I am gray.
So how come they don’t wander here
while we’re together if not for fear?
I do not know, i am sincere.
[This is for the picture writing challenge #10]
Image Credit: Kurt:S
The pages creak, the lighting flickers,
and in the deep, old wisdom bickers.
It wants to be loose, wants to run free,
for it cannot choose, just happens to be.
Treat it with care and try not to bend,
lay the words bare and read ‚till the end.
It won’t be in vain, please let the words enter,
because without chain they can be a mentor.
So read all you can and cherish the thought,
that since you began you learned quite a lot.
There really is no single book,
that wasn’t worth the look you took.
[This is for the picture writing challenge #9]