Author: Dr. Stephan Pflaum

#DaDa #StellarStutter #NeonNebula #OrbitalOverload #FragmentedFixedStar Gedicht / Poem The visor is a whirlpool of electric hair, Spinning through a skull of silver-grey, There is no oxygen, only the neon prayer, Of a traveler who has lost the light of day. A million static lines cross out the face, Scribbled by a hand that forgot how to hold, In the shivering, frantic itch of outer space, Where the sun is purple and the moon is cold…. read more – weiterlesen Taikonauten Tagebuch Teil 3 / Taikonaut’s Diary Part 3

#DaDa #SpacePrism #NeonOrbit #StellarStatic #Chromatose Gedicht / Poem The void is not black, but a bruised shade of pink, Where helmets are vessels for strawberry wine, Above the cold edge of the mercury brink, The stars are all knotted with copper and twine. A spectrum of madness, a rainbow of lead, Swirling in orbits that gravity fears, With halos of violet around every head, To catch the wet salt of the astronaut’s tears. Up there,… read more – weiterlesen Ist es eigentlich bunt da oben? / Is it colorful up there?

#DaDa #OrbitEcho #CosmicConfession #NeonNirvana #StellarStutter Gedicht / Poem A helmet filled with liquid sapphire dreams, Where red lines map the pulse of distant stars, The silence of the void is louder than it seems, Between the velvet dust and iron bars. He writes with ink made from a comet’s tail, Recording ghosts that drift in teal and gold, While gravity is thin and paper-pale, And stories of the sun remain untold. The spiral of his… read more – weiterlesen Taikonauten Tagebuch 2 / Taikonaut’s Diary 2

#DaDa #SpaceSilence #NeonCosmos #OrbitalOblivion #AstroAbsurdism Gedicht / Poem A rubber giant walks the paper moon, Dragging a hose of liquid emerald light, While planets hum a dissonant, dusty tune, In the velvet throat of an artificial night. The sun is a button, red and stitched with thread, Falling through skies of cardboard and of clay, No words for the travelers are ever said, As they vacuum the stars and throw them away. A tethered soul… read more – weiterlesen Über Taikonauten wird kaum gesprochen / Taikonauts are Hardly Spoken Of

#DaDa #FinalGenesis #EternalEcho #VibrantVoid #AbstractAfterlife Gedicht / Poem The coffin is a cradle made of glass, Where petals scream in hues of neon red, While ghosts of melodies begin to pass, Above the silent banquet of the dead. A cross of turquoise floats in liquid air, To nail the sunset to a wooden floor, We find the start within the deep despair, And knock upon the never-opening door. The colors bleed until the frame is… read more – weiterlesen Jedem Ende wohnt ein Anfang inne / In Every End Dwells a Beginning

#DaDa #YellowVision #TheGaze #CrimsonCoil #SubconsciousShift Gedicht / Poem The iris is a lemon, sour and bright, Encased in shadows of a charcoal grin, She turns away from all that is called light, To find the landscape hidden deep within. A coil of crimson wraps around the thought, Like ivy on a ruin of the mind, The image that the searching eye has caught, Is one that leaves the narrow world behind. Her glasses reflect nothing… read more – weiterlesen Titel: Die Zuschauerin dreht sich um / The Spectator Turns Around

#DaDa #StaticSpeech #NeonProphet #LiquidLogic #AbstractAnchor Gedicht / Poem A golden book of leaden words she holds, Beneath a hood of velvet, stained in wine, As every syllable in jagged glass unfolds, To mock the geometry of a straight line. Her voice is chrome, her breath is yellow light, Stained into segments by a leaden frame, She broadcasts secrets to the dead of night, Where every face is void and has no name. The microphone is… read more – weiterlesen Die Ansagerin sagt Angesagtes an / The Announcer Announces the Announced

#DaDa #MagentaMelancholy #VibratingVoid #NeonNihilism #ChromaticChaos Gedicht / Poem The bow is a bone of a forgotten saint, Scraping the velvet of a fuchsia sky, While the strings are nerves pulled tight with paint, In the resonance where the shadows lie. A wooden torso, a cage for the sound, Bleeding turquoise into the deep abyss, Where no symphonic order can be found, Only the electric sting of a Judas kiss. Play the silence until the colors… read more – weiterlesen Die erste Geige in magenta und blau / The First Violin in Magenta and Blue

#DaDa #ChromaticDownpour #SpectrumSaturation #NeonAbyss #VividVoid Gedicht / Poem A vertical grief in a garden of neon light, Where gravity bleeds the spectrum out of sight. No thunder roars, just the hiss of primary stains, Washing the logic from our weary, plastic brains. Oh, liquid bars of turquoise and of wine, A prison built of every rhythmic line! The clouds have burst with buckets of wet ink, Leaving the soul at the very edge of the… read more – weiterlesen Die Farben ließen mich im Regen stehen / The Colors Left Me Standing in the Rain

#DaDa #PorcinePhilosophy #VerbalVortex #SurrealSnout #PinkProphet Gedicht / Poem A portal opens in the fleshy snout, Where silent screams of logic tumble out. The pink horizon of a damp, wet nose, In swirling tides of violet and of rose. Oh, oracle of mud and velvet ear, Thy grunt is all the wisdom we can hear! A baroque curve around a void so bright, Emerging from the indigo of night. The discourse of the swine is thick… read more – weiterlesen Die sprechende Sau / The Speaking Sow