Wiederbelebungsversuch hat wie immer super geklappt... o.O
Hier auch mal wieder was von mir, jedenfalls ;D

Ode to San Francisco
Bay City,
You
heaven of hasty minds,
You
haven of looming words,
In your beauty you're drowned in red and gold
likeness, in colour and intensity (density) of the poets blood that flooded heated veins,
50 years ago,
heartbeating.
Your fogs are almost lifted,
This evening.
How nice of you to great me with such clarity.
I thank you,
home of madmen
you hymn of mental illness
in your prime.
You are
only briefly
indulging my imagination
With the promise of old rebellions,
which, come the time,
will be rebelled against
by me and those of my blood,
If rebellion is to stay the peak of art.
Your spirit is old,
San Francisco,
Swallowed by the gold of those hungry minds, of those
who can not afford to be poor.
The time of your decease,
in red and gold glory,
is coming.
We will burn you down again
and wait for the repeated
rise from the ashes.
It may come
or not.
You,
fantastic capital of rebellion
manifestation of anarchy,
will shine again.
The light that will make
you,
though,
is yet to be found.


Alles Liebe aus der Stadt die immer träumt,
Mer-Yan