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Living In Berlin, Mitte: Noisy But Pretty

Monbijouplatz I hated you.

And yet, I loved you too.

So incredibly loud.

A cacophony of sound.

High in my penthouse cloud.

The views so profound.

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Berlin Bootie Mashup Parties

I’m schizo.

You’re crazy.

Three voices in my head.

It’s disco.

It’s reggae.

It’s Brittney with The Dead.

My bootie,

keeps shaking,

but my ears have bled.

It’s mashing.

It’s smashing.

Where pirate DJs tread.

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A view from the top of the Hotel de Rom in Berlin.  Hello pretty Fernsehturm!

A view from the top of the Hotel de Rom in Berlin.  Hello pretty Fernsehturm!

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Gastronomy In Berlin: Truffle Season!

How divine are thee,

for growing up in shit?

Deformed and mottled skin,

from a dark black pit.

Please come close to me,

I want to lick your grit.

A feast for royalty,

with eggs a perfect fit.

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Getting Naked With The Doctor In Germany

Getting naked with the doctor:

not so strange in Berlin.

For me it was so awkward,

so I resisted him.

Wrapped in a sheet, refusing,

to flash out all my jewels,

a culture clash confusing

my American prudeness rules.

I finally succumbed.

Maybe some would say unwrapped.

I’ve finally become

nakedness relaxed.

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Fernsehturnenjoying the city in Berlin by Hannes Engler on EyeEm
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Berliner Dom.Berliner Dom at Schlossplatz by Rafael Kinzig on EyeEm
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Row Your Boat In Berlin

Roll roll roll on home
From club back to your kiez
Merrily merrily merrily merrily
Dancing to the beats

Stroll stroll stroll on home
It’s time to get some sleep
Weaving and wavering weaving and wavering
Don’t trip over your feet

Go go go on home
Berlin will never sleep
24 hours there to let down your hair
Later rise, again dive in deep.

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Faith in Flying

Believe in the sun, for it will come:

This is only a very long night.

Believe in the day — for now just lay

And dream of warmth and fun.

Dream vividly and learn to fly.

Dream vividly and soar through the sky.

You have it in you, the night shall prove —

You have it in you —

through stars you’ll move.

And when you wake, you will find:

This dream’s not only in your mind.

You’ve reached the top,

you can finally stop.

Enjoy your glorious view from above.

And then come back down,

meet me on the ground.

And see that no matter what at what altitude,

you’ve always been deeply loved.

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The boy has gone all foggy on me. #fernsehturm by Sandy Hathaway on EyeEm
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berlinbietetmehralspolitik:

Time passes fast in Berlin, too fast.

berlinbietetmehralspolitik:

Time passes fast in Berlin, too fast.

(Source: berlinjournal, via gillyberlin)

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Rosenthaler Romance

Fog has laid its cool soothing cover

On a fevered pulsing Berlin

Calming down the tempo

Transforming the sin.

Misty haze brings new quiet calm

To a city once wild with fear

The swirling air brings peace

The relief elicits a tear.

Sleepy days and lively nights

Outside is so very cold

But inside it’s warm and happy

Inside the city is bold.

A cozy moment at Zur Rosa

Retro shabby chic design

A stolen moment persists

Pleasure circling in time.

Blind eyes peer through the fog

See not but do not care

The invisible tangible connection

Proves that you are there.

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Berlin’s Buried Tresor

Descending into the musty maze
Smoke billows through the concrete caves
The search has begun but I’ve lost my guide
I push forward finding the courage inside
Moisture dripping down dirty walls
Flickering shadows at the ends of the halls
Hard techno quivering in the air
The stench of sweat and lurid fare
The flashing strobe disfigures each face
Losing my way in this pagan place
Prison bars and savages in cells
Writhing around this erotic hell
The elusive booty evades my quest
Pitfalls and traps put me to the test
The pumping bass sets the beat of my heart
A pounding vibration driving the start
Rhythmic and rogue moving up and down
Wet and gritty like this sexy town
Berlin is the place where X marks the spot
Where Tresor is buried — but gold it is not.

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Love on the Autobahn

Hands on leather wheel controls the start

The key slides into place and ignites the heart

The engine sparks with electric fire

Rubber pounds asphalt with gripping desire

The roar of the motor startles with power

Hits the road too fast for this early hour

The curve of the bucket is a cradling fit

Familiar and warm like I’ve always sat in it

A rush of adrenaline, the metal pressed down

Penetrating response so deep I might drown

It is a thing of beauty, this machine I’ve found

Flying so fast over the ground

More and more speed—I can’t get enough

But the way ahead looks potholed and rough

I get scared but I’ve already chosen the road

So much momentum the car won’t be slowed

I decide to have faith in this glorious try

Fast-forward but perfect landscapes fly by

A distant sunrise over cold Berlin

Pink and blue and fog—but thin

The Fernsehturm is getting closer

Racecar fantasies abound but I feel like a poser

The warning signs to decrease my speed

At the city limits I cannot heed

I’ve felt too much, too furious, too deep

Driving awakes something formerly asleep

The needle is on empty, I’m riding on fumes

Another pothole is hit, smoke comes in plumes

But my foot won’t press the saving brake

I’ve decided to put it all at stake

To reach the heart of Berlin on this risky ride

—and then the engine sputtered and died.

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“I can’t get no gamification” in Berlin

I can’t get no gamification
I can’t get no gamification
‘Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can’t get no, I can’t get no

In Berlin checkin’ in on foursquare
And I’m hopin’ for a real good deal
It’s a user generated no-mans land
Ain’t no promotional information
I’m the Mayor of a lame location
I can’t get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that’s what I say

I can’t get no gamification
I can’t get no gamification
‘Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can’t get no, I can’t get no

We want rewards for checking in!

Berliners don’t like playing on the fringe
We want to get competitive with this game

Gonna oust you as the Mayor, say my name!
Yeah watch out for me ‘cause I would win
But I can’t get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that’s what I say

I can’t get no gamification
I can’t get no proprietor reaction
‘Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can’t get no, I can’t get no

When I’m hoppin’ place to place

Want the owners to know my face

Give respect to who’s in charge  
The loyal customer livin’ large
I think you owe me a free drink

But they say: no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that’s not okay

I can’t get no, I can’t get no
I can’t get no satisfaction
No gamifciation, no gamification, no gamification

 


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