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#DaDa #PorcineProphecy #PinkParadox #SnoutSurrealism #OinkArt Gedicht / Poem A profile carved from strawberry ink, Upon the edge of a turquoise brink. With ears like sails in a neon gale, To tell a snouty, twisted tale. The jaw is sharp, the eye a dot, In this frantic, abstract plot. He gazes where the grass is blue, And snorts a dream of something new. A rhapsody in ham and light, Against the green of cosmic night. Ein… read more – weiterlesen Ein weiterer Eintrag ins Schweinetagebuch / Another entry in the swine’s diary

#DaDa #BinaryBungling #AlgorithmicAngst #GridGrief #DigitalDebris Gedicht / Poem A red framework of digital rust, Dissolving into azure dust. The symbol fell and lost its mind, Leaving the trending tags behind. Four lines that refuse to meet, In the wreckage of a lonely tweet. It tried to speak for everyone, Beneath a cold and pixel sun. A skeleton of a dead debate, Locked inside a cobalt state. Ein rotes Gitter, rostig-schief, Das in den blauen Abgrund… read more – weiterlesen Der misslungene Hashtag / The failed hashtag

#DaDa #PinkPanic #SwineSurrealism #BristleBeauty #OinkOntology Gedicht / Poem A snout of swirls and salmon hue, To watch the world and judge it too. With ears like sails of velvet hide, To catch the grunts from deep inside. A brush that danced in mud and wine, To paint the portrait of the swine. The blue is biting at the pink, Before the soul begins to blink. No ham, no bacon, just the eye, Beneath a green… read more – weiterlesen Aus dem Schweinetagebuch / From the swine’s diary

#DaDa #ConfinedChaos #StitchedSpirit #PrismaticPrison #JesterInTheDark Gedicht / Poem A mosaic of a silent scream, Wrapped within a heavy dream. Each cell a color, locked and tight, To hide the jester from the light. He wears a coat of leaden ink, Before the mind begins to sink. No bells will jingle in this cage, Only the ghost of purple rage. The pattern holds the scattered bone, A king upon a cardboard throne. Ein Mosaik aus stummem… read more – weiterlesen Der eingemummelte Narr / The swaddled fool

#DaDa #LehelLies #StainedGlassFace #VocalVoid #FragmentedIdentity Gedicht / Poem A jigsaw jaw of crimson paint, Part-time devil, full-time saint. The streets of Lehel groan and creak, To hear the fractured ego speak. One eye of yellow, one of night, To swallow all the morning light. His voice is made of lead and tin, Vibrating on a paper skin. A mask of patches, sewn with doubt, To let the inner silence out. Gedicht / Poem Ein Kieferbruch… read more – weiterlesen Der Aufsprecher im Lehel / The loudmouth in Lehel

#DaDa #BlueObsession #LiquidIsolation #StainedGlassSanity #AzureAbyss Gedicht / Poem A sapphire hand within the glass, To let the liquid shadows pass. The bottle stands, a lonely spire, Amidst the blue and frozen fire. To push away the gulp of light, In chambers of the cobalt night. A thumb, a wrist, a heavy line, Refracting all the sour wine. Stop the flow! The cork is dead, While oceans swirl inside the head. Die Hand aus Tinte, blau… read more – weiterlesen Die abwehrende Geste hinter Flasche / The defensive gesture behind the bottle

#DaDa #ChromaticChaos #LinearLies #ExistentialStripes #VibrantVoid Gedicht / Poem A weave of colors, thin and wide, Where silk and static coincide. The rainbow fell into a shredder, To make the velvet void feel better. Each stripe a path that leads to nowhere, With neon dust and tangled hair. The horizontal truth is bending, In rhythmic waves of never-ending. A cage of light for souls of glass, As purple shadows slowly pass. Ein Webstuhl, der die Zeit… read more – weiterlesen Lebenslinien / Lines of Life

#DaDaWave #NeonBaroque #SchilfSchock #AbyssAbstract #PigWorldOrder Gedicht / Poem The fluorescent ribs of the abyss do bend, Where neon reeds their plastic souls extend. A prismed cage for the water-pig’s ghost, Serving rainbows on a charcoal toast. The current screams in stripes of lime, A vertical rhythm, a geometric crime. Oh, hollow stalk in the velvet deep, Wake the sardines from their digital sleep! The sea is a comb with broken teeth, And we are the… read more – weiterlesen Das kleine Schilf im großen Meer / The tiny reed in the vast sea

#DadaLines #ChromaticCurve #Schweinwelten #AbstractAnatomy #LinearLust Gedicht / Poem A river flows in stripes of liquid light, To map the veins of an invisible king, Beneath the skin of a perpetual night, Where silent bells and neon shadows ring. Oh, curving ghost of every breath we take, A velvet rope to which the lost ones cling, Before the morning causes lines to break. Ein Strom fließt hell in Streifen aus Kristall, Er kartet Venen eines Geister-Herrn,… read more – weiterlesen Lebenslinien Teil Y / Lifelines Part Y

#DadaExit #FramelessFate #Schweinwelten #AbstractAperture #GeometricGravity Gedicht / Poem A portal built of striped and silent wood, Collapsing where the threshold used to lean, No hinge remains where once the timber stood, Within this warped and colorful machine. Oh, rectangular ghost of every way, To step through light and shadow, blue and green, Into the void where frames have gone astray. Ein Portal aus gestreiftem Schweige-Holz, Das dort zerfällt, wo einst die Schwelle bog, Kein Scharnier… read more – weiterlesen Die Tür fällt aus dem Rahmen / The Door Falls Out of the Frame