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It's Time 4 dAn: March 2008

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It's Time 4 dAn. It's Time 4 dAn, time 4 3 lime, time 2 rhyme, time 1 time : : : : : : : : : : : :blessed: : : : : : : : : : : :. Thursday, March 13, 2008. Thank you Mister Right Wing. Your Iraq spells Vietnam. And all the books of history. Yes all your films and veterans. The cry of sanity and peace. In blue wide grinning sky. When spring 2003 killed hope. 8216;cause April blossom carried arms. And bombs and devastation. Your Iraq smells Vietnam. No luck no peace no victory. The beast howls off the leash.

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It's Time 4 dAn: December 2008

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It's Time 4 dAn. It's Time 4 dAn, time 4 3 lime, time 2 rhyme, time 1 time : : : : : : : : : : : :blessed: : : : : : : : : : : :. Monday, December 29, 2008. Words out of heart's ache. Whenever I see the news. Flashes and whenever I hear the latest death. Tolls I hear this war War WAR! Deep in my ears. And whenever I hear our white collar red and blue. Tie kind of guys talking about not talking but bombing. Some so-called terrorists back into stone ages I think of Hitler. Deep in my bloody head. And I wil...

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It's Time 4 dAn: November 2009

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It's Time 4 dAn. It's Time 4 dAn, time 4 3 lime, time 2 rhyme, time 1 time : : : : : : : : : : : :blessed: : : : : : : : : : : :. Saturday, November 14, 2009. Venice 09. dark poetry. Floating body over sunken city. Variation on an old stereotype: Venice the dark lady.]. DAn november 09 Venice. Venice is going down. But I only hear her. Silence and the slightly. Nauseating smell of dark waters. The last tolls of a hundred. Bells are maybe just cries. Of millions of seagulls fighting. The dead floating body.

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It's Time 4 dAn: November 2006

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It's Time 4 dAn. It's Time 4 dAn, time 4 3 lime, time 2 rhyme, time 1 time : : : : : : : : : : : :blessed: : : : : : : : : : : :. Sunday, November 12, 2006. When Riddim n Rhyme. N let em dance. Friday, November 10, 2006. N di nite b4. I clicked like a rabbit. N it bcame a nasty habit. There was all alone. Written on a page of stone. Di same ol ZEEERROOOOOO. Tellin U fi sure. That no soul spoilt or pure. Came 2 read me words. So I n I decided it is time fi swords. I jus put down a few of dem key words.

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It's Time 4 dAn: Stone of Hamlet

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It's Time 4 dAn. It's Time 4 dAn, time 4 3 lime, time 2 rhyme, time 1 time : : : : : : : : : : : :blessed: : : : : : : : : : : :. Wednesday, December 04, 2013. Down by the riverside. Swans await their sunday special. Cold wind * warming winter sun cold blue water. Canards throw a flight show into windy skies. Racing too fast too close over my camera eyes. Slow fingers turn to stone. Once upon a time. There was a land by the great waters. Where the Stones lived a peaceful and quiet life. And he staged a c...

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It's Time 4 dAn: May 2011

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It's Time 4 dAn. It's Time 4 dAn, time 4 3 lime, time 2 rhyme, time 1 time : : : : : : : : : : : :blessed: : : : : : : : : : : :. Monday, May 09, 2011. Reading for the Dirty Wall Project: Munich. On Friday in a little cozy book shop. In a Southern German city called Munich, usually known for its sausages, football team and beer festival: An evening for international solidarity on a one to one basis. There will be art and talk and machines:. A poetry reading by Daniel Graziadei. Labels: Dirty Wall Project.

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It's Time 4 dAn: July 2011

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It's Time 4 dAn. It's Time 4 dAn, time 4 3 lime, time 2 rhyme, time 1 time : : : : : : : : : : : :blessed: : : : : : : : : : : :. Tuesday, July 19, 2011. Tomorrow I will read/perform in Munich with wonderful writers and artists: freisprechanlage. staging opinion. As already commented extensively on my German blog. Our common topic is freedom of speech. Obviously one can always say too much and do too little for it. That is why only some lines will follow. And the invitation to check it out!

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It's Time 4 dAn: Berlin still calling

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It's Time 4 dAn. It's Time 4 dAn, time 4 3 lime, time 2 rhyme, time 1 time : : : : : : : : : : : :blessed: : : : : : : : : : : :. Wednesday, February 19, 2014. With high rents and. Good access to public transport. Connecting you more efficiently to work. While erasing the pleasure of the unexpected. Tend to fund your inner fascism. Please you with commercialized entertainment. And let you march in the columns of mass egocentrism. But thank the walls and the paint and the holy inspiration. This is an owl.

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It's Time 4 dAn: October 2007

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It's Time 4 dAn. It's Time 4 dAn, time 4 3 lime, time 2 rhyme, time 1 time : : : : : : : : : : : :blessed: : : : : : : : : : : :. Wednesday, October 17, 2007. Evening 100807 at the lakeside. Clouds are painting in the sky. And down on earth. Little waves wash swash slash onto shores. A slight little breeze comes to greet. With the beat of the lake. And my real name will not be. Told Sunken am I. Yes, I touched the deepest sky. Once, when I was high. But sunken have I. And instead of dry desolation.

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It's Time 4 dAn: March 2007

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It's Time 4 dAn. It's Time 4 dAn, time 4 3 lime, time 2 rhyme, time 1 time : : : : : : : : : : : :blessed: : : : : : : : : : : :. Sunday, March 11, 2007. Inspired by Kingdom of Heaven. And jaded by everyday's news]. Dust and sand and wind. Dust and sand and wind. Dust and sand and wind. When the war started. When eager to cross swords. Both spat insulting words. The dust did not stop. To cover every inch. The sand did not move. But made them flinch. The wind never died down. The earth lay bare and brown.