Mood Fractal


Good to see you again (good to see you again)
So I can take you all to a place where we want you
And with a bit of luck
There's a lot of land and a lot of love
The simple things in life are the simple things we can
I hope it won't be so complex that they go wrong
But we can go back to all the good days

So let the sun shine in (so let the sun shine in)
Therefore let me hear you yell cheers for the minutes
Cheers for the years we've been at this
Doing everything we could to make today happen
For the dead and the living let us cherish each day
Under the blue mountains in the distance
No more cold nights to be waiting for peace

One day when I was young I wanted
To hear a song that I could sing
But there was only the silence of fear
And the noise of the enemy
Beyond the wall lambs barked and wolves lived in holes
The next weeks it was Mouse's turn to bark
Until the day comes when the wolf and the lamb are in harmony

Good to see you again (good to see you again)
So I can take you all to a place where we want you
And with a bit of luck
There's a lot of land and a lot of love
Good to see you feel like a flower on the hill

Good to See You Again (Part 1)

Good to see you again (good to see you again)
So I can take you all to a place where we want you
And with a bit of luck
There's a lot of land and a lot of love
The simple things in life are the simple things we can
I hope it won't be so complex that they go wrong
But we can go back to all the good days

So let the sun shine in (so let the sun shine in)
Therefore let me hear you yell cheers for the minutes
Cheers for the years we've been at this
Doing everything we could to make today happen
For the dead and the living let us cherish each day
Under the blue mountains in the distance
No more cold nights to be waiting for peace

One day when I was young I wanted
To hear a song that I could sing
But there was only the silence of fear
And the noise of the enemy
Beyond the wall lambs barked and wolves lived in holes
The next weeks it was Mouse's turn to bark
Until the day comes when the wolf and the lamb are in harmony

Good to see you again (good to see you again)
So I can take you all to a place where we want you
And with a bit of luck
There's a lot of land and a lot of love
Good to see you feel like a flower on the hill

Good to See You Again (Part 2)

The blind are leading the blind,
And one teaches the other how to behave in the world.
All the things they think they know
Are what we give them — for us:
Total and equal blindness from childhood.
And who are we?
We are the ones in control.

“March, soldier! March, office staff!”
“March, mass-man! March, mass of maneuver!”
“March, sheep! March, science communicator!”
“March, entertainment star!”
“March, white oppressor! March, conscious Black!"

With smiles on your faces,
Despite constant tension in your hearts.

You are the past, the present, and the future
Of our plantations.

And you're here to stay — so
March, worker! Earn money to buy our products,
And give us back your entire life.
March, thief! Steal money to buy our products,
And give us back your entire life.

March

Time stands still for ages
In the bottom of my heart;
We will always be together
Although I know you can't remember how life used to be.
You were the best thing that ever happened to me
And you should have listened to this:

You don't know just how happy you were with me.

Time stands still for ages
In the life of a lonely soul;
I can't believe you couldn't see
That you weren't just another piece of me inside of me.
You and all the pain you caused without even knowing.
Too deep, from the salt of my eyes:

You don't know just how happy you were here with me.

Now I know how you feel,
The fire burning inside.
All you knew you wouldn't find here,
The things you thought you couldn't be if you wanted to be.
The world that you believe will come to you in time.
See, you should have listened to this; to this:

I will remember when you lost even the word goodbye.
Always a this.
I will remember when you lost even the word goodbye.

Time stands still for ages
In a slow blink of these eyes,
But I hope you're happy with your life
And all the things you said were true enough to set you free.
Even more care of what you want from me one day, one day
Too deep, from the salt of my eyes.

I will remember when you lost even the word goodbye.

Will Remember When You Lost Even the Word Goodbye

Midnight observatory, cold steel against my cheek
Your lens catches starlight I thought was mine to keep
Frequencies aligning in patterns no one planned
A signal breaking through the static of this land

When your telescope eyes meet my dreaming eyes!
We become the same pulsar in different skies!
No delay in light-years, just heartbeat synchrony
You found me in the static—now we pulse eternally.

Dials spinning faster than my thoughts can rearrange
Constellations shifting to match your strange exchange
Not searching anymore—we’ve locked our orbital phase
Your focus is as sharp as comets cutting through my haze

When your telescope eyes meet my dreaming eyes!
We become the same pulsar in different skies!
No delay in light-years, just heartbeat synchrony
You found me in the static—now we pulse eternally.

Coordinates confirmed…
Signal strength: overwhelming…
Repeat transmission: forever.

When your telescope eyes meet my dreaming eyes!
We become the same pulsar in different skies!
No delay in light-years, just heartbeat synchrony
You found me in the static—now we pulse eternally.

Pulse… pulse… pulse…

Pulsar Hearts

Before anything else, I am a poet. I lived as one, survived the natural end of my generation, and now, in the dusk of life, I’m lucky enough to be reached by technology — a strange gift that lets me give voice (perhaps even a singing voice) to my poems.

My hope is simple: that something remains, kept by someone, by a few. Maybe twenty years from now, when I’m no longer here, a word of mine might still survive as an archaeological trace of a time that once existed.

I don’t know whether this technology will become just another tool of tyranny, or a way for small voices to endure. So I leave my verses like messages sealed in bottles and set adrift on the ocean of time — not knowing who might find them, only knowing they must be released.

Welcome, visitor.

Good to See You Again (Part 2)

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