[ledonggcui]

Trauma (Total Trauma Radio Mix) - Rainer Korn

[lau-and-history]

20052022 - Even tough I officially finished my degree a bit over a week ago, I was not able to take a break yet! For one, I still have to work and I really need to get on top of a few things that I pushed back during my exam preparation. Second, I found a job advertisement incl. a PhD, a day after I had my oral exam, but I have to apply by Sunday 🙃 so I am preparing an application at the moment as well as a short PhD proposal, even though it's not the real thing I should hand in (it's not obligatory, fortunately), but at least I have to try!

[ledonggcui]

8 bits wonderland - SoundCloud

Listen to 8 bits wonderland, a playlist by Darkambnt on #SoundCloud

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8 bits wonderland - SoundCloud

Listen to 8 bits wonderland, a playlist by Darkambnt on #SoundCloud

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[ledongmpp]

Dance, dance dance

YOU vibrate to the beats of a solo act

my kunadili is risen to the

swirls of an Union

twirls of the Ruptures

surrendering the surrendered

Gaze

I can feel your Cosmic Dance

Returned to the loop of a Resonnance

Rotated to the Total Embrace of Succulence

Yieldingly 

Peach-flowers have been

In bloom

In the fields of

Grace

In the steam there is a tune

A melody swishing in the mountains of Love

Pietas and Melancholy and

Your face

YOU vibrate to the feats of our Imagination

In this mortal coil

An act without audience

In silence

Heart against heart

Heavy pounding and thudding provoke the Providence

Of a taste

I can not yell that I LOVE YOU

Because you are so far away in the Gaze

I can not yell that I LOVE YOU dream-lover

Because you are so close in the Glaze

So its resonated again over again in our Cosmic 

Dance of a trance

[ledongmpp]

A Phantom in the Creek

A Phantom in the Creek

Ye! The Phantom  is at the arm's length

In my Spright the elf of anna coles

Haunts the Bits and Bytes of the I.T.

A superhighway of Desires

Indolence is the 18 years old with a Top Gun

Crashed and smashed into the buffalo

Over the rocks of the Solitude

Yes! The Phantom is looming in the masqurade

With mercy, melancholy and magarain

A tongue licks fast on the Brim

The cloud of your forlon eyes

Emotions of a 1967 erotica

Simply twists and turns

Only a U-turn recalls the Pietas, Vanitas and Las Vagas

Yeah! The Phantom is away on the window of the Desert

Our sorrow casts a shadow of Grimace

Over the Psyche, in the name of the Death, Poesy

Nights vapours the flies that 

Sneak into our smell

Indolence is a sad washing machine

[ledongmpp]

All of a sudden.......

All of a sudden, I have walked out of the Shadow

It is another kind of mind-racking Aesthetic

Signs are from the Abstract to the Abstracts

So concrete

The images of not be There…

Misty and vivid

Kaotic and defined

How on earth are we filled with the Phony Cyberlove of an evening of regrets 

Delightful ! 

I cannot help but remembering the shocking and shoddy story of a Cyberghosts…

Intriguing

The amputated limps in the Hills

Are our morning conversation and 

Fearless boasts

Snow-capped peaks exposes the Tender Smile

Depart away the Sorrow of 

Images of exaggeration

Dots of marks sometimes remain on the polished granites

The stride of our Times is not Vain Hope of a mirage

Slow and fast…

Silently vacant.   Glittering.. shaking sound around…   lovely…evoking not…

Calling-on -   … split up …talk down the pains…in the Dream

[ledongmpp]

Untitled : A free-verse rant like the freckled digits....

Untitled

A free-verse rant like the freckled digits of yesteryear

The vials of your jelly, across the deck of the insidious creases

Into the hearts of your ac/dc melody

The position is upset

Down the north by south-west, that is our feet’s direction

While we are wasted in our heads

In the sky !

The polar magnetics attract each other as if in the 

Classroom of experimentals in the School

Since the steam engine and electric theories were powered

Propelled and sailed Like the dark varrukers Anarchy

Without tanks, fishes and the bullets I bitten

A belt a pistol and the graveyard’s hierarchy

The skins and records 

On the turn-tables spin over since the Summer of a four

Digits

Not because we are born for the Facts of Roots

Something is pretty dry

Something is moistured

Something is deep undergroud,

[ledongmpp]

before death does upon us apart

before death does upon us apart

i have found her

the passion is too violent

our love lies on the grave

of the forest

beauty is reborn; conceived in a broken heart

before death does upon us apart

halo of fantasy strangles us in the full moon

seven colours of petals shines

in the womb…

that is the bleeding edge of a narrative of sex

violence, industrial chaos

the code was rifle. bored skills and unswerving motivations

form our chaos' ideas

expression couple with the Creatures of horrors

spaces of a home

is a frame of flames

[ledongpkx]

[ledongpkx]

In the darkness of some asthetics of Saxphone

I screamed into the Void

and discovered the Real you

Reflected in the constant reminder of

a longing for the Future

Your Uranus curve girdles our special dimension 

In the Cyberspace without your portraiture of a

Past

Concrete is the music

Yet the trip is beyond our Galaxy

Resonnant is the sound without feelings

In the mist of our evening twilight

Here comes the rain again.

Here comes the rain again !

In the darkness of some asthetics of Saxphone,

Surfaces of sensualities and shapes of Danger’s

Freedom looms around

We will set free again

In the wildness of some kooky memories of Spoken words spoken,

Fog of uncertainties now and then…

Being affected has no reasons at all.

[ledongpkx]

yellow smileys

In our slumbers there once was a story

Not to be told

Your yellow smileys are coming as a grimace of

The pace of walking into the Unknown

A ghostly spectrum of mists in the early evenings

Looming in the Distance

Smile is your face of Flowers longing for the Radiance

Oh! Something is in the way

Our experimental stares are timid

[ledongai]

The tune lingers around the Space of the  

Yellowish dim light 

Pedestrians pass by – Over the railway station Dome 

A split reality of the Lost England highway 

As she arrives 

She moans and groans 

Like the alto saxphone melody 

It was a history of her own

[gabriel-cui]

I screamed into the Void

and discovered the Real you

Reflected in the constant reminder of

a longing for the Future

Your Uranus curve girdles our special dimension

In the Cyberspace without your portraiture of a

Past

Concrete is the music

Yet the trip is beyond our Galaxy

Resonnant is…