utamachote


“Because I am human”



producer/
director
photographer
writer

- based in berlin




King Arthur

(3/7/2016)


On the bridge
Waiting
Loud sirens of your crime
Black taint tars
Belong to us to figure out,
In case you want to;
Where does it come from?
And also why?
Why have you been holding them so dear
If I let,
a flower could arise in words
Bear my question fruitful,
Lastly turn your face away
So unbearable face,
A crime
Through is through
A hole,
A rose, outside the ring
My winterheart
Stitches past with wither
Blade in reflection
A beauty
Will no longer find ways back
All kept in this
Sharp moment, between two edges
That, one, should have pierced you
In order, for another, to pierce me
In equal thorns
I realize and feed
Touching black liquid
Bleeding back in
Bow myself to madness of
Echoing words;
As answer to their own
Echoing questions;
That should fit perfect
In written list of hunger men
In foreshadow
Who shield arrows and artilleries
Legacy

- But if you decide to run,
Then become please, more than pebbles,
Right, as stone
Despite centuries in the deep
Hold no wonders in selves
One simple word that I used to reply,
Now it is to subside,
Everytime, on this uncanny space between black and white
Nobody waits
We all just try to make a better sense;
Locked in stones,
In your heart as well
So who could take it out shall be crowned.

It could be easily, your own legacy
If you never would object
Two hands on, together
Steel
Although won’t save your life
Won’t spare a single
Then, could somehow bring you home