Author: Dr. Stephan Pflaum

#DaDa #LabyrinthineLogic #NeonNirvana #FractalFragment #SenseSubtracted Gedicht / Poem A tangle of vines in a garden of neon, Where purple and pink have a violent affair, No meaning to lean on, for eon on eon, Just static and scribbles and thinning out air. The grid is a ghost with a shaky foundation, Each line is a question that refuses to close, A jagged, electric, and rhythmic sensation, That nobody understands, nobody knows. It makes as much… read more – weiterlesen Macht dieses Muster Sinn? / Does this Pattern Make Sense?

#DaDa #LamentingLounge #NeonNirvana #FuneralFrequencies #TerminalTexture Gedicht / Poem A tray of silence served with violet tea, Beside a cross that glows in electric blue, The final exit is the only key, To a banquet that is jagged, old, and new. Red curtains fall upon a lime-green soul, While striped chairs wait for guests who never stay, We swallow darkness from a painted bowl, And throw the heavy, leaden world away. In this café, the clock… read more – weiterlesen Café Pietät: Der Tod ist keine Petitesse / Café Pietät: Death is no Peccadillo

#DaDa #PorcinePrism #ImaginationOverload #PinkProphecy #SwineSurrealism Gedicht / Poem A snout of spiraled lemon, gold and red, Pushing through the curtains of the mind, While logic lies within its dusty bed, Leaving the anchored world far behind. A single eye of turquoise, deep and keen, Watches the ripples of a violet sea, The strangest beast that time has ever seen, Dancing in the cage of being free. It oinks in colors, grunts in jagged light, A… read more – weiterlesen Mit viel Fantasie ein Schwein es ist / With much Imagination a Pig it is

#DaDa #FractalChaos #MasterMind #GeometricGrid #AbstractBlueprint Gedicht / Poem A fractured grid on a canvas of screams, Where logic is a ghost in a velvet box, Of turquoise hills and magenta dreams, Unlocked by keys from impossible locks. A thousand tiny paths in a neon maze, Where every corner is a sharp surprise, We wander through the chromatic haze, With geometric stars behind our eyes. This is the blueprint only madmen sign, In the jagged orbit… read more – weiterlesen Ein Muster ist’s, sprach der Meister / It’s a Pattern, Said the Master

#DaDa #PorcineProphecy #MagentaMud #SwineSurrealism #PinkParadox Gedicht / Poem A snout of ink upon a field of lime, Records the secrets of the muddy floor, Within the ticking clock of wasted time, Behind the latch of every farmyard door. The bristles trace a map of violet intent, Across the blue of an unbothered sky, A life in shades of neon pink is spent, Beneath the gaze of an unblinking eye. O, sacred swine of the digital… read more – weiterlesen Aus dem Schweinetagebuch vom 15.02. / From the Pig’s Diary of Feb 15th

#DaDa #ChildhoodChroma #PrismPurity #PolychromeParagon #InnocenceInInk Gedicht / Poem A symphony of fragments, soft and bright, Encased in lines that hold the world in place, A tiny beacon in a sea of light, With all of history written on its face. The primary colors of a soul so new, Bleeding through the cracks of a jagged grid, Searching for the yellow, red, and blue, In the secret places where the truth is hid. A silent anthem… read more – weiterlesen Das brave Kind im Bunten / The Well-Behaved Child in Colors

#DaDa #AbsorbingAbsence #NeonKnowledge #VioletVoid #StaticSiren Gedicht / Poem A book of sunbeams in her purple hands, Held close against a chest of acid green, She drinks the light in abstract, jagged strands, A silent feast that remains mostly unseen. Her hair is fire in a cavern of blue, Where shadows wear the face of violet dreams, Absorbing every word that once was true, Until the logic bursts at all its seams. She reads the static… read more – weiterlesen Die Rezipientin / The Recipient

#DaDa #FabricOfFate #EmbossedExistence #HatHazard #MindMeld Gedicht / Poem A woven cage of faces, soft and loud, Pressed upon a brow of golden clay, To hide the silent thunder of a cloud, That drifts across the ordinary day. Each stitch a memory, a name, a ghost, Embossed into the skin of weary time, The head becomes a lonely, crowded host, To a chaotic, multicolored rhyme. The wool is heavy with the weight of years, Absorbing all… read more – weiterlesen Die geprägte Alltagsmütze / The Embossed Everyday Cap

#DaDa #NephewLove #GoldenGlow #FamilyFrequencies #StellarSoul Gedicht / Poem A joyous choir in yellow, blue, and gold, His voice erases every ancient fear, A story that is young and yet so old, Vibrating in the soul so sweet and clear. He sings his truth with such a vibrant light, A sun that rises in the magenta deep, To chase away the shadows of the night, And wake the songs that ordinary spirits sleep. He is the… read more – weiterlesen Titel: Ode an den singenden Neffen / Ode to the Singing Nephew

#DaDa #CardboardCosmos #StellarSimplification #RocketRampage #NaiveNebula Gedicht / Poem A striped finger pointing at the moon, Carved from a block of sugar and of spite, It whistles a mechanical, flat tune, Against the backdrop of a paper night. The stars are felt, the planet is a bean, Floating in a sea of turquoise ink, Where logic is a ghost and rarely seen, And metal thoughts refuse to even blink. It rises on a flame of yellow… read more – weiterlesen Die naive Rakete / The Naive Rocket