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#DaDa #FragmentedFace #NeonNarcissism #StaticStare #PrismPerson Gedicht / Poem A map of skin in a stained-glass disguise, Watching the world with emerald eyes. The nose is a ridge of crimson and gloom, A silent inhabitant of a colorful room. Is it a mask or a soul laid bare? Floating in waves of lavender air. The mouth is a secret, the forehead a grid, Hiding the things that the sunlight hid. We are but splinters of light… read more – weiterlesen Aber es ist doch nur ein Portrait / But it is merely a portrait

#DaDa #EgoExplosion #NeonNapoleons #RidiculousRhythm #PowerPantomime Gedicht / Poem A chest puffed out with hollow air, To hide the void that’s lurking there. A leg of lightning, a heart of coal, To play the tyrant’s weary role. The colors clash like broken glass, As tiny, neon kings shall pass. A flex of muscle, a tilt of head, In the kingdom of the already dead. Bow down to the square, salute the line, In the grand display… read more – weiterlesen Der lächerliche Powermove / The ridiculous power move

#DaDa #ElasticEgo #RubberReality #PinkPliable #AnatomicalAbsurdity Gedicht / Poem A spine of rubber in a velvet vise, Paying the heavy, magenta-colored price. The limbs are tangled like a sailor’s knot, In a world that the skeleton simply forgot. Stretch the soul until the fabric tears, Beneath the weight of a thousand neon glares. A crimson torso in a violet bend, Searching for a beginning that has no end. To reach the void, you must first become,… read more – weiterlesen Die Dehnübung / The Stretching Exercise

#DaDa #GeometricContagion #PrismPlague #StaticSprawl #AngularAnarchy Gedicht / Poem The grid is breathing, a fever in the lines, Where the emerald shadow with the ruby entwines. A thousand sharp corners are cutting the air, Building a fortress from a neon-lit snare. It starts in the corner, a pixelated itch, Throwing the universe into a ditch. No curve is allowed in this kingdom of glass, As the ghosts of the circles silently pass. The triangles hunger, they… read more – weiterlesen Ein Muster breitet sich aus / A pattern spreads out

#DaDa #InvisibleDog #OpticAbsurdity #ShadowShaving #PhantomPoodle Gedicht / Poem The leash is made of static and of air, Tied to a ghost that isn’t even there. A snout of charcoal, paws of velvet ink, Dissolving faster than a human blink. We hunt for curls in every jagged line, In this dark tavern of a strange design. The bark is silent, trapped beneath the pen, Beyond the reach of ordinary men. Is it a beast or just… read more – weiterlesen Siehst Du den Pudel im Bild? Ich nicht! / Do you see the poodle in the picture? I don’t!

#DaDa #UrnUpdate #CrimsonCure #PotteryParanoia #VibrantVoid Gedicht / Poem A vessel of shadows in magenta and teal, Hiding the ashes of a forgotten meal. The lady in red stands stiff as a bone, In a kingdom of yellow, she lingers alone. Is it a head or a jar for the moon? Spilled on the floor of a neon saloon. The lid is a hat for a ghost without hair, Floating through currents of lavender air. We… read more – weiterlesen Frau hinter Urne / Woman behind Urn

#DaDa #CyanChaos #GeometricGloom #AzureAnarchy #BlueLabyrinth Gedicht / Poem A thousand shards of frozen ink, Forcing the weary mind to blink. It is the ocean in a straitjacket’s grip, A jagged, cold and azure trip. No sky is found in this sapphire mess, Only the weight of a geometric stress. The lines are bars, the color is deep, Where the ghosts of sailors silently sleep. A blueprint of nothing, a map of the air, Drowning the… read more – weiterlesen Ein blaues Muster halt / Just a blue pattern, I guess

#DaDa #LiquorLabyrinth #NeonNihilism #ThirstyShadows #BarroomBlues Gedicht / Poem A glass of static, a throat of lead, Talking to ghosts that are already dead. The counter is melting in primary hues, While the jukebox is playing the geometric blues. Faceless strangers in a liquid cage, Writing their names on a damp, dark page. The gin is turquoise, the laughter is red, Beneath the roof of a splintering shed. Drink up the silence, swallow the night, In… read more – weiterlesen Die Menschen an der Bar / The people at the bar

#DaDa #FracturedLight #ZigZagZodiac #GeometricJolt #PrismPower Gedicht / Poem A jagged line of obsidian ink, Forcing the weary prism to blink. It cuts through the yellow, it stabs at the blue, Dividing the old world away from the new. The rainbow is shattered, a tectonic shift, Within this chaotic and colorful rift. No thunder is heard in this silent collapse, Only the ticking of logic, perhaps. A bolt from the void, a stroke of the pen,… read more – weiterlesen Der schwarze Blitz schlägt ein / The black lightning strikes

#DaDa #ChromaticCrops #GridGrief #NeonNature #SquareSowing Gedicht / Poem A checkerboard of emerald and of rust, Where the weary logic turns to neon dust. Each rectangle a cage for a different sun, The harvest of the void has just begun. No soil is found beneath this plastic glare, Only the vertical weight of a colorful snare. The farmer is a ghost with a ruler in hand, Measuring the silence of a pixelated land. Step into the… read more – weiterlesen Die Einladung der Felder / The Invitation of the Fields