Lebensraum Poems - Poems about Lebensraum

...they disturb, deep behind my sleeping eyes ...... retune my tautened strings, replay my frets vignette movies spin reels of dreams discovering fresh slants on shadowy delight the foreb......Read the rest...

...I love only my kind. But a world of just your kind would to monotony consign you. I celebrate just my kind. But a world that celebrates only you, would to the utter depths of boredom relegat......Read the rest...

...‘What good´s permitting some prophet of doom? To wipe every smile away …’ The orator grins at his drunken audience through make up and mask Opens the cabaret’s veil in the theatre of forsaken......Read the rest...

...Rigor mortis shivered in frozen soil Four trumpeters bid a farewell to arms The flag was draped around the coffin Speeches salutes medals on uniforms The pastor clicked his heels in rever......Read the rest...

...Tim was a poet but lost for words as he pondered the meaning of the cross Sat by the road side of his inner world and wondered which way to proceed His bones were weary his skin was parched the......Read the rest...

...Drawn to the graves Unbeknown clarity develops like root canal treatment festering wounds and scull bones loom on the route In reason and feeling I have no choice but to venture an ancient dr......Read the rest...

...Frustration These days my frustration is digital in that `Brave New World' and I can count on two digits who is in and who is out and in that sense am quite binary......Read the rest...

...Exclusive Birth Rights I am German and guilty as charged by history and evil parental culpability privileged by life and proxy thus I refuse to forget ancestral perpetration though I propose wit......Read the rest...

...Finding the plot Of lost innocence engrained in untold memories The silenced absence in past present unspoken stories well hidden and therefore evoking my past and my future not mine and......Read the rest...

...Come one, come all who'll follow me don't fear repeating history ignore your greed and stupidity what we need is a common enemy The material that I will now recite for you angry, hateful folks......Read the rest...

...A perfect cup of coffee launches the perfect day, but coffee must be ground to bits completely smithereened and thoroughly crushed no trace of completeness, to release the aroma that perme......Read the rest...

...To find the place where gods reside; just look Into a candle’s solitary flame And listen for their voice to call your name Within the self, and there you’ll find their nook This place is never found ......Read the rest...