___________________________________the semi-automatic truth (2006/07)

The Semi-Automatic Truth

Floating through cascades of smoke-shaped spheres,
Gathering emptiness of altruistic wisdom,
Being shattered by the trampling feet of the primates proliferation,
We hide in holes of anaemic uniqueness and alibis of immortal faith.

Abducted dreams turn spineless in the evening-skies,
-Singing songs of meditative amnesia.
Discharge your faded ideal by generalizing
The fairytales of freedom right before your initiated nap.

Move over to post-war shores,
Dig your dismantled secrets and hushed fears,
The semi-automatic impotence of truth whispers fragments of cryptic absolutions,
-To the screeching sounds of your reinvention.

The Automatic Truth (Part 1)

Lungs whisper in their silent coughs,
Memories of after and before.
Collapsing in a tar-poisoned whore,
Crying out her last wounded laughs.

Once there was a lonely thought,
Glued, mindless to the board
Waiting by the dead mans gun,
Burnt, eye-patched,
13 seconds from the sun.

Heads twisting around their spines,
Mindless - in the chemical atmosphere of the mornings after…

As we sit stunned in the flashing light of mind machines,
Untouched by the abused hearts in the fluorescent fields,
we close our eyes to raping pre-mature minds behind the screens,
And a semi-automatic lie that became truth for all those who believe.

A dead army of ants runs up your cedar-wooden back,
Crawling in your ears an nose right into your brain,
Searching for shelter under a ceiling of cocaine,
-Breast-fed with cancer and pain-
Your dissected memory spills what silenced it.

Where have you been?
Just give me what I came for.

The Automatic Truth (Part 2)

Drops of pressure pull down the stunning atmosphere
as we suck each others blood.
Addicted whispers become seduced,
on this post-war-shore of ours.

The texture escapes into complete brightness
and pulls us away into an aria of magnia crescendee.

Black lines become white
behind the magically steam-coloured walls feeding the space volume.
Catching your throat,
choking landscapes of thoughts into our eye-
into the still organ complex.

In complete silence we rip our bodies together into one being.
You tear the water surrounding my synapses,
causing nervous breakdown and rebirth.