2009.02.12 We've All Tasted Appearance More Or Less

(Childhood's End)

Gouls, lies, appearances,
Hope's tunnel lights.
Life shines upon us
As long as these do shine.

As soon as you unsew
Its color and its meaning,
There might be no undoing,
Might be no coming back.

(13 feb 02:00) A withered weed is peeping
Behind the wisdom of the old:
This weed called vanity
He now avoids to_unfold.

His proverbs are not lies
He'd oft tasted, then wasted.
Liar joyful advice - be this
As long as children taste it?

As soon as they can't tell
The bright bloom from the thistles
Any more, it chokes a little;
You're embraced by the chisels

Which once had been the petals;
You grab life by its horns,
You tend to push its pedals
To pull blooms out of thorns.

As soon as you leave fancy
That once you took for granted,
The stairway to deep frenzy
Can be no more departed.

A withered weed that hissed;
In its hiding likelihood
You believed, a plague not on the list
For the feast of your childhood.

A semi-parasite in blossom,
Which flourished by the season
Of my orchard of drawn affects
I wish it had been mistletoe.

Now they are getting dressed
By barely black and white.
In a way... (03:40)