She rests her face on the moist earth and closes her big bright eyes. she lets out the most musical… Read more Yesterlove

She rests her face on the moist earth and closes her big bright eyes. she lets out the most musical… Read more Yesterlove
Dear Friend of my Heart, In my dream last night an angry red-headed man started becoming a story. He turned… Read more Dreams, Orchids and Fruits
Dear Friend of my Heart, as my chest rises and falls in the company of the forest song, I am… Read more love and freedom: a dancer of silent tunes
Dear Friend of my Heart, I wish I were a saxophonist, bursting forth in soft metal woodwind screams. Even thinking… Read more woodwind and light-shade
Dear Friend, revisiting an expression of angst from a few years ago I found something that describes how I feel… Read more Never Alone
Can I have you Can I have you Can I take your heart, but not forever Can I catch your… Read more Can I have you
swinging… a summer afternoon, sweating and smiling, we are oblivious… come over for a tea, I have saved some Jasmine… Read more Swinging
Gathering a poem that spurt out with a gentle strumming of nylon strings, I find myself, leaning against the wall,… Read more The World and Fantasy
a foggy winter night, sounds find us lost in dancing shadows by a crackling fire… when there was fire, we… Read more softer flames
Geschichten mitten aus dem Leben; über Momente die uns prägen, Freude, Schmerz, Hoffnung und Schicksal dem wir täglich begegnen. Ein kleiner Blick ins Innere, ein Blick hinter die Tür.
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Weirdo Wasteland is an Australian-based music blog that examines musical endeavour from the cultural fringe. The site regularly features reviews and interviews from the underground scenes from Australia and New Zealand. Weirdo Wasteland acknowledges the original custodians of the land upon which it operates. Sovereignty has never been ceded. To get in touch, contact: weirdowasteland (at) gmail.com
Bird Silent
Ceaselessly Sinking In Aesthetic Art & Mediocre Metaphors
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....