<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495486292926142958</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:07:20.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winters Dawn</title><subtitle type='html'>Gequirlter Hirnausfluss der aus meiner lyrischen Seite kommt.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintersdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495486292926142958/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintersdawn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ziuwari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583855814395778022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.hurstwic.org/history/articles/mythology/myths/pix/tyr.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495486292926142958.post-4019913634210924127</id><published>2009-04-29T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T01:12:27.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Die Flamme</title><content type='html'>Es knackt, es stiebt, es wird geboren.&lt;br /&gt;Ein Funke aus der Flamme herz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er glimmt und glüht, gibt schon ein wenig Licht.&lt;br /&gt;Doch groß und stark ist er noch nicht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gebt recht acht und nicht verzagen,&lt;br /&gt;vorallem nicht an Regentagen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denn so manches mal wird man sich fragen,&lt;br /&gt;lohnt das alles ? Rechnet es sich ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So achte gut auf diese Tage, wo es glimmt und glüht&lt;br /&gt;und noch nicht brennt.&lt;br /&gt;Zeit und Welt nicht um die Wette rennt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denn eines Tages, du wirst sehn,&lt;br /&gt;wirst du vor einer Flamme stehn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und wenn dereinst dein Licht vergeht,&lt;br /&gt;der Winter kommt und nicht mehr geht,&lt;br /&gt;achte drauf wer bei dir steht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mit Licht und Wärme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495486292926142958-4019913634210924127?l=wintersdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintersdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4019913634210924127/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495486292926142958&amp;postID=4019913634210924127' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495486292926142958/posts/default/4019913634210924127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495486292926142958/posts/default/4019913634210924127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintersdawn.blogspot.com/2009/04/die-flamme.html' title='Die Flamme'/><author><name>Ziuwari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583855814395778022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.hurstwic.org/history/articles/mythology/myths/pix/tyr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495486292926142958.post-5682005701777131066</id><published>2007-11-09T03:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T04:20:37.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die Frage</title><content type='html'>Meine Augen ruhen sanft auf ihrem Gesicht.&lt;br /&gt;Ich könnt ihr stundenlang einfach nur Zuhören.&lt;br /&gt;Ich nähere mich Vorsichtig, ja fast zärtlich und doch die Frage: wird sie verstehen?&lt;br /&gt;Auf meinen Lippen formt sich ein Lächeln.&lt;br /&gt;Dieser Blick, was soll er sagen?&lt;br /&gt;Ich rede über Gott und die Welt, nur nicht über mich.&lt;br /&gt;Die Welt versinkt.&lt;br /&gt;Ab und zu stört die Kellnerin.&lt;br /&gt;Realität platzt in meinen Kopf, wie eine Sirene in die Nacht.&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin Verunsichert.&lt;br /&gt;Merkt sie es?&lt;br /&gt;Ich fahre, der Regen kann uns nichts anhaben.&lt;br /&gt;Die Fahrt ist lang.&lt;br /&gt;Und doch zu kurz.&lt;br /&gt;Ich halte inne, eine Sekunde zu lang.&lt;br /&gt;Abschied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495486292926142958-5682005701777131066?l=wintersdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.hurstwic.org/history/articles/mythology/myths/pix/tyr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495486292926142958.post-2489923348184552711</id><published>2007-10-14T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T07:45:32.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilflos</title><content type='html'>Warten auf den Tag.&lt;br /&gt;Und noch während die Sonne die letzten Nebelfetzen aus den Baumwipfeln fegt, schaue ich in dein kraftloses Gesicht.&lt;br /&gt;Mit letzter Kraft ziehst du dich an, kein Funken leben in dem Menschen, der einst mein Vater war.&lt;br /&gt;Ich will heulen und schreien und doch sage ich nichts.&lt;br /&gt;Aufgeben willst du, vor Schmerzen und Scham fliehen und doch weisst du nicht wohin.&lt;br /&gt;Die vormals starke Pranke bindet langsam und vorsichtig deine Schuhe.&lt;br /&gt;Du kannst meine stillen Tränen nicht sehen, die meine Wangen hienunterlaufen während ich dich langsam durch die Menge schiebe.&lt;br /&gt;Ich schöpfe Kraft aus deiner kindlichen Freude über einen Tag ausserhalb der Klinik.&lt;br /&gt;Und doch sagt es so viel über den Rest der Tage.&lt;br /&gt;Ich will dich schütteln, will wissen wo der Mensch ist, den ich kannte.&lt;br /&gt;Doch immer wenn ich nach ihm frage, sehe ich nur ein leeres Gesicht.&lt;br /&gt;Langsam sickert die Realität durch meine Venen und doch will ich nicht wahrhaben was sie sagt.&lt;br /&gt;Die Zeit war viel zu kurz.&lt;br /&gt;Ich muss dich zurücklassen.&lt;br /&gt;Hilflos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495486292926142958-2489923348184552711?l=wintersdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintersdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2489923348184552711/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495486292926142958&amp;postID=2489923348184552711' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495486292926142958/posts/default/2489923348184552711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495486292926142958/posts/default/2489923348184552711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintersdawn.blogspot.com/2007/10/hilflos.html' title='Hilflos'/><author><name>Ziuwari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583855814395778022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.hurstwic.org/history/articles/mythology/myths/pix/tyr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495486292926142958.post-1335267887725109341</id><published>2007-10-11T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:49:53.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recht</title><content type='html'>Wer spricht Recht über die Vergewaltigte, die sich rächt?&lt;br /&gt;Wer spricht Recht über den Betrüger, der sich richtet?&lt;br /&gt;Wer spricht Recht über den Richter, der zweifelt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wer behauptet frei zu sein, erhaben über jeden Zweifel?&lt;br /&gt;Wer behauptet rein zu sein, frei von jeder Sünde?&lt;br /&gt;Wer behauptet blind zu sein, um das verzerrte Bild der Realität nicht zu ertragen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495486292926142958-1335267887725109341?l=wintersdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://www.hurstwic.org/history/articles/mythology/myths/pix/tyr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495486292926142958.post-7725109028079157790</id><published>2007-10-11T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:33:22.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinn ?</title><content type='html'>sinn deiner, ich liebe dich, du bist mein irrhaus und sein spiegel, mal wirst du erkannt und doch nicht begriffen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495486292926142958-7725109028079157790?l=wintersdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintersdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7725109028079157790/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495486292926142958&amp;postID=7725109028079157790' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495486292926142958/posts/default/7725109028079157790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495486292926142958/posts/default/7725109028079157790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintersdawn.blogspot.com/2007/10/sinn.html' title='Sinn ?'/><author><name>Ziuwari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583855814395778022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.hurstwic.org/history/articles/mythology/myths/pix/tyr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495486292926142958.post-998509713067144635</id><published>2007-10-02T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T06:09:57.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sixth of June</title><content type='html'>Fear lurks in the deep blue sea&lt;br /&gt;As we're getting ready for the run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    the seas so cold&lt;br /&gt;    my fate's foretold to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near is the departing hour&lt;br /&gt;As their lowered into the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    the whistle sounds&lt;br /&gt;    my heart that pounds in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the waves are playing with us heading to our hell&lt;br /&gt;And the winds start singing dreadful sounds of fear, I fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel Deaths evil grin, on the Battlefield of Sin&lt;br /&gt;When the bells start to chime, in the morning of June Sixth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear sounds of battle so loud&lt;br /&gt;and we're sliding onto the grit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I shake of fear&lt;br /&gt;    cause deaths so near to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then doors are slammed to the ground&lt;br /&gt;And everyone's on the run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    the first that fall&lt;br /&gt;    for what at all in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brink of war i see them dying on the shore&lt;br /&gt;As their falling into hands of death I cry, I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel Deaths evil grin, on the Battlefield of Sin&lt;br /&gt;When the bells start to chime, in the morning of June Sixth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying down in the sand&lt;br /&gt;I slowly watch it turn red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    the final stain&lt;br /&gt;    I feel no pain at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are still pushing on&lt;br /&gt;Running through fields of the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    can't close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;    can't realize my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my Death came softly singing leading me astray&lt;br /&gt;And a smile came up for all of them that died, I died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel Deaths evil grin, on the Battlefield of Sin&lt;br /&gt;When the bells start to chime, in the morning of June Sixth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495486292926142958-998509713067144635?l=wintersdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintersdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/998509713067144635/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495486292926142958&amp;postID=998509713067144635' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495486292926142958/posts/default/998509713067144635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495486292926142958/posts/default/998509713067144635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintersdawn.blogspot.com/2007/10/sixth-of-june.html' title='The Sixth of June'/><author><name>Ziuwari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583855814395778022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.hurstwic.org/history/articles/mythology/myths/pix/tyr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495486292926142958.post-1236236281901278384</id><published>2007-10-02T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T06:05:29.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>River of Ice</title><content type='html'>frozen is my passion&lt;br /&gt;frozen is my pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where once my heart was pounding&lt;br /&gt;everything seems still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all sound you hear is echo&lt;br /&gt;nothing comes from within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scars of time not bleeding&lt;br /&gt;but they will never heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so where are little cracks&lt;br /&gt;    in this river of ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frozen is my heart&lt;br /&gt;frozen is my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fear no eyes upon me&lt;br /&gt;for shiny is my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of the silence&lt;br /&gt;covers my very soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__ no thought remains&lt;br /&gt;of what lies deep within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so where are little cracks&lt;br /&gt;    in this river of ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frozen are my feelings&lt;br /&gt;frozen is my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the touch of my cold hand&lt;br /&gt;sends shivers down your spine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't hear the unspoken&lt;br /&gt;tender words of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't feel the warmth&lt;br /&gt;of my icy soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you once behold a river&lt;br /&gt;deep in icy grasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay a while and listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if your heart sheds a tear&lt;br /&gt;stay and be waitin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for there are little cracks&lt;br /&gt;    in any river of ice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495486292926142958-1236236281901278384?l=wintersdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintersdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1236236281901278384/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495486292926142958&amp;postID=1236236281901278384' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495486292926142958/posts/default/1236236281901278384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495486292926142958/posts/default/1236236281901278384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintersdawn.blogspot.com/2007/10/river-of-ice.html' title='River of Ice'/><author><name>Ziuwari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583855814395778022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.hurstwic.org/history/articles/mythology/myths/pix/tyr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495486292926142958.post-1831867361922566290</id><published>2007-10-02T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T06:11:22.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hochzeit</title><content type='html'>Ich lag des Nachts in meinem Bett, sinnierte über diesen Tag.&lt;br /&gt;Sagen tat ich im Geiste viel, nur der Worte fand ich wenig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin Wissenschaft, Zerstörer alles Geträumten und Gespielten.&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin Logik, Schnörkellos und Kalt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich lag in meinem dunklen Loch der Realität und hoffte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hoffte, dass es etwas gäbe das niemand beugen noch brechen könnte.&lt;br /&gt;Ich hoffte, dass Vertrauen, Ehrlichkeit und Liebe ein Band zwischen 2 Seelen formen könnte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und während ich noch hoffte, habt ihr es Gefunden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495486292926142958-1831867361922566290?l=wintersdawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wintersdawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1831867361922566290/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495486292926142958&amp;postID=1831867361922566290' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495486292926142958/posts/default/1831867361922566290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495486292926142958/posts/default/1831867361922566290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wintersdawn.blogspot.com/2007/10/hochzeit.html' title='Hochzeit'/><author><name>Ziuwari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583855814395778022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.hurstwic.org/history/articles/mythology/myths/pix/tyr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495486292926142958.post-5807938592037375345</id><published>2007-10-02T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:56:42.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wortkotze</title><content type='html'>Manchmal gibt es Dinge, die wollen aufgeschrieben werden.&lt;br /&gt;Manchmal kommen sie in Reimen, manchmal als ungeordneter Haufen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchmal kann ich mich dazu aufraffen sie aufzuschreiben.&lt;br 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