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Pieces in Blue by Wandersmann, literature

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Pieces in Blue

Deeply into the eternal blue Lost in the depths of the ocean Shattered fragments, shards of ruby On a never-ending trip downward They chase after lost memories Pieces shut down, best forgotten But always just a thought away Recognized in the sun or a smile Waves crash over the ripples Ripples eternal, crossing others Somewhere in the depths of the lost blue Endless shards swirl yet are still alone

Endloses Ende by Wandersmann, literature

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Endloses Ende

Unsere Lippen trennen sich- Goetter waren nie fuer Menschen bestimmt, Aber der Narr bin ich, du warst nie nur Mensch Deine Arme ziehen mich zu Dir Du zwingst mich Deinen Schritt zu folgen Ein Schritt, der Anfang eines Tanzes Deine Lippen Brennen, weisse Glut Erleuchten den Weg zur Hoelle Deine sechs arme umwickeln mich Kreise drehend, immer schneller Wir drehen uns endlos um einander Der Mond faellt zur erde, ein Ende Kali zwingt den tanz mit Ihrem Arischen Zerstoerer Shiva hilflos, Macht bezwungen Wir ziehen zwei Planten aus Ihrme natuerlichen Orbit, Katastrophen die nie seien sollten Ich will weg, aber jede hand Treibt ei

Time Travel by Wandersmann, literature

Seemann, by: Rammstein by Wandersmann, literature

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Seemann, by: Rammstein

Komm in mein Boot ein Sturm kommt auf / und es wird Nacht Wo willst du hin ? so ganz allein / treibst du davon Wer hält deine Hand? wenn es dich / nach unten zieht? Come into my boat A storm is coming, it is getting dark Where do you want to go? So all alone, you drift away Who holds your hand When things are pulling you down? Wo willst du hin? so uferlos / die kalte See Komm in mein Boot der Herbstwind hält / die Segel straff Where do you wnat to go? No shores, the icecold sea Come into my boat The fallwind blows, the sails are taut Jetzt stehst du da an der Laterne hast Tränen im Gesicht das Abendlicht verjagt

life after life by Wandersmann, literature

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life after life

Dad, will I be in love one day, and get married? "Yes son." Why do you look sad? "Because one day you will leave." Dad, I met this girl, she is amazing. We are so in love, you have no idea. "Yes, son." Why do you look so sad, because you never loved like that? "No, because soon you will be on your own journey." Dad, we are married, finally. We will be together forever. Are you happy for me? "Yes, son." Then why do you look so sad? "Because you have your own road to travel." Dad, it's impossible, the fighting, the bitterness, the resentment. We are getting divorced. "Yes, son." You look so sad, dad; you knew this would happen.

Frequent Ending by Wandersmann, literature

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Frequent Ending

I pull my lips away from yours- Celestials were not meant for mortals But fool I am, no mortal you Your arms encircle me, slow turn You make me spin, step, Together we begin a dance Your lips burn, brightly white Illuminating the path of perdition Your now six arms encircle me Twirling in circles, accelerating Ever faster we spin, endless; The Moon falls to the earth Kali forcing the dance with Her Aryan destroyer, Shiva entrapped, yet unleashed We pull 2 planets out of their Natural orbits, spinning into Disasters not meant to be I try to pull away, each hand Holds a blade biting deep, My blood floods the earth Can one

Justice in the 22nd Century by Wandersmann, literature

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Justice in the 22nd Century

The judge leaned back and adjusted the ceremonial black Muumuu to show off more of his shaved legs. Particularly to a female member of the jury who had the perfect blend of Mohawk and beer cans as earrings. The judge cleared his throat, and then did it again for dramatic effect, this time with green phlegm spraying across his podium. "Well then. Bailiff, get me another drink before I pronounce sentence." The courtroom was abuzz again, reporters squealed, and the paparazzi were rubbing their cameras like they might get a genie to pop out of it. Rumor had it there would no consideration of social tradition, and that something new would be

3 Morning Sun Haikus by Wandersmann, literature

The Pirate and the Storm by Wandersmann, literature

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The Pirate and the Storm

Behind us Royal Navy ships; and before us a storm. Three navy ships, to be precise. I could take two, but not three. The battle would probably keep us in the path of the storm. No solution, no way out. I look at my crew. They are tired. We are carrying a heavy load, the holds bulging with plunder. I am not a leader. People choose to follow me at times, as is the case here. I didn't want this ship; I don't want to be responsible for the lives of others. But every time I forsake ambition, these things follow me. I know I am way too human to be in this position. "All hands on deck, sails stay manned." I yell. "Jump to you flea bitte

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Trivial Adieu by Wandersmann, literature

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Trivial Adieu

Au Revoir, a farewell to friend Judas-Pig Trickling sweat, rife with betrayal Judas still swipes at me with a knife 30 coins and the slot of my old piggy bank The new Judas wants it all, at my cost Individual betrayal gives way to delusions of grandeur Judas runs the piglets to and fro as the sow watches on Run little swine, just as the big sow makes Judas run Judas must deposit coins into the piggy bank And Judas should be father pig to all little piggies Images of rank upon rank of cadets Left, ouuueek, Left, ouuueeek, three, fouuuuuur The columns pass in review, as you grunt Through your fat snout, a pig's tune of control Bad

Wingless flight by Wandersmann, literature

Feuer Frei, translated by Wandersmann, literature

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Feuer Frei, translated

Open Fire (Feuer frei!) ++:\\ RAMMSTEIN //:++ +~+~||: Reprimanded are those who know the pain :||~+~+ ||: Of fire that melts their flesh :|| ||: I throw a light :|| ||: Into my face :|| ||: A burning scream :|| ++* OPEN FIRE! *++ :>BANG BANGBANG BANGBANG BANGBANG BANGBANG BANGBANG BANGBANG BANGBANG BANGBANG BANGBANG BANGBANG BANGBANG BANGBANG BANGBANG BANGBANG BANGBANG BANG

Love Lost by Wandersmann, literature

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Love Lost

Easy to look back on the feeling Of a love lost, like a painful death Nothing prepares you, nothing is real A ripped out part for no purpose Foolishness stops us from fixing it A love that shone for all to see A love that burned within for two The love we are meant to feel Very few times in life So precious few times You look back at a love lost And then you realize Only the object is lost But the love inside you still burns, Like deep, eternal flame

Our Time by Wandersmann, literature

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Our Time

Starlight flashes, suns collide Boiling skies above Moon glows red, reflecting The death of all suns Cataclysmic fury overhead Announces the time at hand Nothing has been clearer Or expected longer than this; But it has been denied way too often As we gaze up at a dying universe Many question who are we? Is it too late? I reach out for the hands of my loved ones Together we face the tumult in the sky Forces unseen become visible, Sweeping across all there is Illuminating us in our last seconds Last seconds of this journey At the end of the universe And at the end of time we stand Transfixed, our love holds us together Time

Wandersmann by Wandersmann, literature

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Wandersmann

Wandersmann (German for Wanderer) Berlin, Germany, December, 1989 The borders are open and the wall has been torn down. One month of a reunified Germany. The flow of people picks up. Mostly east to west, but distant relatives are reunited after years of separation, a forced separation since 1961. It's December, and people in Dresden have a new perspective, a new hope, and new expectations of what presents they might get this Christmas. Ewald Brecht, formerly Oberst in the East German Secret Police, resident of Dresden is not wondering what he would get for Christmas, and certainly has no better perspective. Now there is no police, an

My Only Star by Wandersmann, literature

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My Only Star

Burning Star, bright Angel Beauty grace, deceptive charm Perfection within perfection Light burns, love is born She sees deception and evades Sees the truth in my visage My lacking perfection and grace Love is born, love touches Touch my heart, sear my being Flying to close, awakens feelings Forbidden heart, I stay away Love touches, love hurts Too far- I am cold, to close I burn Nothing answered, nothing true Perfection within perfection Love hurts, love burns Angel of mine will never be mine Steal my mind, take that form of Perfection within perfection Love burns, hate me not

Ode to My Hangover by Wandersmann, literature

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Ode to My Hangover

Blank eyed morning Another 12 tequila sunrise Greets my flame filled eyes I gaze out and see nothing The earth is shaking Moving my feet, I'm swaying Someone stole my water What is the roommate saying? Yeah coffee will fix that, hot But it tastes like shit, Needs a double tequila shot Grab the bottle, pour it Life is a passing hell Tequila is a break My breathe won't smell My hands won't ever shake No one knows about me Professional is what they see Tequila is the second treat After passionate burning heat Yeah I'm a bastard, a jackass But I do recycle, so in your face All that broken bottle glass Will make the world

When Celetials Love Mortals by Wandersmann, literature

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When Celetials Love Mortals

You like Bambi, you love thumper All their skulls shall adorn my brow Like me more, love me more; they are gone Eventually I will be yours, you will be mine The smell of roses, the feel of tulips Those things you love; I understand not, but I tear the indigo out of the rainbows Fold it into flowers, just for you You know that peace is the way And that the armies of the world are evil I don my armor and my greaves and set out For you I trod their spines with iron heel Tearing through the gates of hell I steal the heat and warm the world You always cared for the poor And those burning souls do warm up the place You wanted a bett

Holostation 5 TM by Wandersmann, literature

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Holostation 5 TM

Today I got my Holostation 5. The promise is fully interactive holograms. The cost was tremendous, but why not? It costs about the same as a few years of dating, about the same as a car, and financing is available. I know what they mean by 'fully' interactive, and I am giddy as a schoolboy as I boot up this Friday. I emerge Monday morning with my dreams, the manufacturer's promises, and utter exhaustion realized. Five years later. My Holostation 6 has been up and running. I have a life, and haven't been out of my apartment for 2 years, except for work. Groceries are delivered, prepared in the auto kitchen, and piped into my Holostati

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Blood in a Bottle by Author859, literature

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Blood in a Bottle

Every Sunday, at exactly twelve thirty-five, they went to the old mom and pop grocery store on the corner of second and Fifth Street. They never really talked, though on occasion, one would mention that the fruit stand was always empty, or that the green front looked like a giant green umbrella. But that was about all; in actuality, they hardly ever talked, Sunday or not, though the woman regarded Sunday as a "no talking" day. She was always saying that God didn't like it when people talked about mundane things on his most sacred of days. If the boy spoke a word about something so small as asking for a quarter for a piece of gum, th

Life is Strong by Garnet-43, literature

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Current Residence: Seattle, Washington, USA
Favourite genre of music: Various
Operating System: Sell-out: WIN XP :P
Wallpaper of choice: Fantasy Art
Favourite cartoon character: Vegeta
Personal Quote: Your kindness is legendary

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Escher, Bukowski, Clavell, Herbert

Favourite Movies

What Dreams may Come

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Rammstein, Mike Oldfield, Chili Peppers, Beethoven, U2, Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen

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James Clavell

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Beach, Ocean, Writing, Reading, Computers, Theatre, Movies, Cooking, Traveling, Spontanaity

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Wandersmann

Apr 2, 2008

Too much reflection...

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is not always good for the soul.  Every once in a while a song jumps up, grabs you by the soul, and will not let go...   So here I am, I have practically looped this song in.  Am reflecting on what was, what will always be yet never be again- and just how things are- Pride, pride, pride is the true killer.... "Broken" Seether featuring Amy Lee- http://youtube.com/watch?v=CoUOrLe4vlY I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well I wanna hold you high and steal your pain 'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome And I don't feel right when you

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Wandersmann

Mar 13, 2007

Hook and Pan

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Today Peter Pan lost his flying powers and was battling the evil captain hook and her vile henchmen on the plank.  Back and forth they fought, thrust, jab, parry, sweep, block, counter lunge.  With all the foul play, wounds appeared in the moral armor of both even as blood was drawn on both sides.  Crimson stained the arena even as tears fell on a sad day where a battle was fought out between what could have been friends. Not able to fly, Peter Pan used his words as weapons today.  They never had to contend with that since he was more concerned with his flying and hanging out with pixies.  His verbal skills were mirrored in his fencing and a

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Wandersmann

Feb 27, 2007

Looking forward, fair weather, fair port

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I'm having a hard time looking at other people's deviations/pages on DA right now.  My mind is in a vacuum, things are passing by me; other things I have captured in my hands, holding them tightly.  But all the other people seem to pass me by right now.  Nothing in me to reach out right to other's right now. I am sorry I have been neglecting some things; but it seems right now it is not in me to really reach out and support.  Some other things are on my mind, and I know will pursue them.  No matter how strange they may seem.  Work is going well, new friends in my life, an old friend in need as well. Right now I do reflect once again on Seem

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TheStrugglingWithin

Oct 9, 2007

You've been tagged. More information can be found in my journal.

Garnet-43

Apr 9, 2007

"Been wonderin' about you. Hopin' for an update."

liquidfae

Jan 27, 2007

hey thankyou for adding Political Feeling, means alot to me!

Wandersmann

Jan 29, 2007

glad too, truly a wonderful piece of art.

derrammsteinmeister

Jan 4, 2007

Hi!
Ich wollte mich entschuldigen, dass ich zu deinen Gedichten nie ein Kommentar schreibe. Der Grund dafür ist einfach, dass dieses Englisch, was du verwendest zu schwer für mich ist und ich nichts verstehe...

Wandersmann

Jan 6, 2007

Danke, ist sehr verstanedlich, und habve ich bereits erfasst. Danke fuer die Kommentare an mein letztes Bild!!!

derrammsteinmeister

Jan 6, 2007

Kein Problem.