Die Sanduhr löst sich in Farben auf / The Hourglass Dissolves into Colors
#DaDa #MeltingTime #ChromaticChaos #AbstractOink #StainedGlassSanity Gedicht / Poem Tick-tock, the porcine clock begins to weep, Where azure curves and violet circles play. No sand remains for tired eyes to keep, The glass has shattered in a bright display. A grid of black where liquid moments creep, To wash the rigid boundaries of the day. Is this a snout that through the cells does peep? Or…
Der farbenfrohe Spannungsbogen / The Colorful Arc of Tension
#DaDa #GeometricOink #AbstractAnarchy #GridOfGrit #SchweineWelten Gedicht / Poem A lattice of black ink defies the sky, Where segments of a sunset come to die. Is this the ribcage of a digital swine, Or just a curve where chaos and design entwine? The yellow burns, the crimson starts to leak, Across a landscape jagged, sharp, and bleak. No snout is visible within this net, Only the ghost of sausages we’ve…
Ist hier noch frei? / Is this seat taken?
#DaDa #PorcineSoul #ExistentialOink #AbstractPortrait #SchweineWelten Gedicht / Poem A melting face upon a sky of blue, With eyes of ink and lips of cherry stain. A layered beast that gazes back at you, Through clouds of orange, violet, and pain. Is there a seat for one, or maybe two, Within this fluid, kaleidoscopic brain? The snout is lost where colors start to stew, A portrait washed in neon, psychic rain. No chair is found…
Ist doch nur ein Muster / Just a Pattern, After All
#DaDa #GeometricOink #StainedGlassPig #AbstractAnarchy #ChaosGrid Gedicht / Poem A fractured prism where the snout should be, Green fields of logic torn by purple lines. A maze for pigs who never shall be free, Within this cage where vibrant madness shines. The colors scream in strict geometry, A stained-glass window for the swine's designs. Is this a map of pork-bound destiny? Or just a net where every thought…
Schwein im Profil / Pig in Profile
#DaDa #RedMountain #BlueVoid #PorcineGeometry #AbstractOink Gedicht / Poem A crimson slope against a navy sky, No eye to blink, no mouth to scream or pray. The silhouette of bacon drifting by, In cerulean depths where shadows play. A triangular grunt, a fleshy high, Where color eats the form of yesterday. Is it a snout or just a mountain's lie? A silent peak in pinkish disarray. The brushstroke heavy, like a leaden sigh, While azure…
Aus dem Schweinetagebuch vom 21.02.2026 / From the Porcine Diary of Feb 21st, 2026
#DaDa #PurpleGaze #PiggyProphecies #RedVoid #SchweineWelten Gedicht / Poem A magenta mask upon a bleeding wall, Two golden glints that see the end of time. The snout descends where shadows start to crawl, In search of truffles or a rhythmic rhyme. No ears to hear the butcher's distant call, Only the ink that drips in prose sublime. Is this a face or just a purple fall? A diary entry…
Aber es ist doch nur ein Portrait / But it is merely a portrait
#DaDa #FragmentedFace #NeonNarcissism #StaticStare #PrismPerson Gedicht / Poem A map of skin in a stained-glass disguise, Watching the world with emerald eyes. The nose is a ridge of crimson and gloom, A silent inhabitant of a colorful room. Is it a mask or a soul laid bare? Floating in waves of lavender air. The mouth is a secret, the forehead a grid,
Der lächerliche Powermove / The ridiculous power move
#DaDa #EgoExplosion #NeonNapoleons #RidiculousRhythm #PowerPantomime Gedicht / Poem A chest puffed out with hollow air, To hide the void that's lurking there. A leg of lightning, a heart of coal, To play the tyrant's weary role. The colors clash like broken glass, As tiny, neon kings shall pass. A flex of muscle, a tilt of head, In the kingdom of the already dead. Bow down to the square, salute the line, In the…
Die Dehnübung / The Stretching Exercise
#DaDa #ElasticEgo #RubberReality #PinkPliable #AnatomicalAbsurdity Gedicht / Poem A spine of rubber in a velvet vise, Paying the heavy, magenta-colored price. The limbs are tangled like a sailor's knot, In a world that the skeleton simply forgot. Stretch the soul until the fabric tears, Beneath the weight of a thousand neon glares. A crimson torso in a violet bend, Searching for a beginning that has no end. To reach the void, you…
Ein Muster breitet sich aus / A pattern spreads out
#DaDa #GeometricContagion #PrismPlague #StaticSprawl #AngularAnarchy Gedicht / Poem The grid is breathing, a fever in the lines, Where the emerald shadow with the ruby entwines. A thousand sharp corners are cutting the air, Building a fortress from a neon-lit snare. It starts in the corner, a pixelated itch, Throwing the universe into a ditch. No curve is allowed in this kingdom of glass, As the ghosts of the circles…
