Dilemma

If all your words that hurt
Were not hurtful words
But sounds of birds

If only you were aware
Of the fact that I care
Don´t you dare!

If it would be so easy
Please redeem me
I so easily seem cheesy

Save me from saying, hence
Every sentenced sentence
Requires repentance

WTF

Well i wish
We washed away
With wisdoms
Wider waves

Tempting truths
Trial thoughtfully
Tranquility took time
To transcend

For this works
Foolish friendships
Feelings fail

Finding faith
Forfeits fear
Will time fix?


Kommt Aschenputtel zu spät zum Ball und bekommt weißen Rum kommen komische Sachen dabei raus. War spät Mädels.

Monuments and Melodies

U-(re)turn
Into future
U leave
Traces in
Limited lifespans

Musical footprints
Waltz patterned
A quick step
Like you, thought
You gave me a sign.

One door open
Closes another
Save the last
Dance for my
Memories.



dedicated to Miri.

Scar

A bold crafted boulder
Of solid stone
Thousands of soldiers
Mourning enthroned

Lonely echoes of horns of war
Odour of gunpowder fume
Vigorous nations torn apart
Silence in gloomy doom

Distorted faces on spiral stairs
Sudden arousing creeps
A distant cry of hopeless despair
A lonesome horrified weep

Claustrophobia petrified
A monumentality warning
Concrete witness of epic fight
Hope for a new ages dawning

Intro/The other day

I did it again
every now and then
creativity kicks in
like a sudden rush
words come to me
I just spill them out
stream of unconsciousness
lightning bolt of clarity
so tired yet so relieved
out of extreme emotional interference
solitude or hype
sometimes it´s just the music
sometimes the one word
my own voice, the reflection
of what I am, what I would
and should be, more
than I could ever shoulder
so I just let it down,
let it go away, leave it
out, set it free. I could
write a wall full of those
words, there´s so much in every
one of us even though we tend
to be just the all same
parts of a bigger collective

Turn The Page
Write myself in rage
Wish I would stay safe
and walk straight,
Talk more real about what
I really feel
Dream about the ideal
The voice I know I have
From inside my head, fall
Down backwards on my bed,
Know I´m much thinner such a
Dirty sinner such a
Bloody beginner my
Inner self still so
Immature I´m sure
That there´s that one
Girl outside somewhere
Around the corner, hope
Nobody´ll warn ´er
So I bump into her
When I at least expect it
Never neglect it and
She´ll respect it as well
As a higher powers will
As we both stand still,
Look into each others eyes
With calculated surprise
And the tension´s still rising
Like tide with the moon,
I look in her eyes again,
Knowing she´ll be my bride soon
We marry in that east german town
All these waited feelings crowned
By the sound of march,
Kissing under the arch until
Next march things are
Getting bigger and better -
Too far. I´d touched the stars.
Better get back on track
Better get into that car
Things are way more raw
Than what I just saw
In the end we´ll all pretend
That it should have
Happened this way when
We all went astray
We´ll meet once:
The other day.

Late Accusations

Your silence tells me
Yet unheard stories
Your force me to retell
Unwanted yesterday tales

You may tried to admit
What you may didn't know
You didn't want to know
And the reason was fear!?

My beautiful mistake
You had a hard time to fake
You made my heart break

We fell apart
And two hearts
End too hard





Vielleicht mein finalstes Werk zu diesem Thema, es korrespondiert gewissermassen mit dem ersten veroeffentlichten Gedicht. Habe sehr lange und hart dran gearbeitet, viele schwere Gedanken finden hierin ihre Verarbeitung. Hab mich selten mit einem Gedicht so gequaelt, und war selten so stolz auf ein Ergebnis. Es hatte drei Titel und ungefaehr acht verschiedene Strophen und Ideen bis zu dieser fertigen Form.

The Monk

Woke up
From tranquility
Noticed that struggle
Is a part of life
You can't ignore

Be a wolf
Or be a sheep
Choice is yours
Until you make them all
Sheeps or wolves

The first time
You notice you might not fit in
Is when you step out.
Turn the vicious circle
Leave it all behind.


Vom 11.5., lange nichts mehr gemacht wegen Australienvorbereitungen, Umzugsstress etc. pp. Jetzt gleich vier Dinge, wie sie unterschiedlicher nicht sein koennen.

"Forever"

I woke up, I saw your face in my sleep
It tells me that I still need time
Oh i need so much time to keep
Away the old memories sublime

I´m not in your, but you´re in my dreams
Sometimes you seem to linger here
Nothing is really like it seems
Like an unsteady dream we disappeared

So many things still remind me of you
Bicycles and shirts, places and words
Maybe it was my fault, maybe it´s true
I still guess why you left me blue

You still can´t read the diary
You still react uncomfortably
You know, there is no You or Me
I know you know, you see?

I wonder if you´ll come to my house
To tell me something before I leave
"Forever".

15.3. 2:23

The Storm is over

You left in fears
Your friend swept away
You caught all her tears
You didn´t know what to say

Such surreal situation
Who is to blame?
For your different relation
So good that you came.

The waves calmed too fateful
Left only dead silence
To be only grateful
Feels like emotional violence


Schwer bewegt war ich vom Schicksal eines lieben Menschen.

Like a caged bird

You set me free
I set myself?
I can´t stay.

I see the light
The chance, opportunity
And I fly

I am alone
I do enjoy it,
Melancholicly happy.

The music again
(Why) Do I still care?
I´ll fly away.

Imagining a real situation

Would you go for a walk?
Cause I need to talk.
See, under other circumstances,
With your eyes pretty glances,
I would have asked you yesterday,
But simply can´t afford to play
Games with you, I respect
You way too much to neglect
Telling you how I do feel
Maybe insulting you for real

Can´t we just be friends
Without holding hands?
I do not want to break your heart
All went wrong right from the start.

Needing more time to figure out
What real love is all about
I hope we can end up as friends
Maybe life holds another chance

Unconventional Convention

I met four Unividuals
Queens standing on their crowns
Kings grabbing their saddles
Riding on one-wheeled horses

I met four-hundred people
All throwing up
Things in the air
Trying to Ketchup

Felt familiar after a while
Cause everyday life dorks
Became artists.

Friends threw balls
I hurt mine
Pins stuck on pins.

You Ghost

Awoke today
and fell asleep again
unsteady dreams were haunting
me since end began

Surreal constellations
Frustrating scenes
Shadows from past
I know what it means

I lay there in confusion
Day started with dolour
It all was an illusion
Still know what it stood for

Find them

The words they are missing
It´s yet of no use
To touch a new muse
Cause I stopped the kissing

Sounds like a song
The rhythm symbolic
Melody melancholic
Still it sounds wrong

Silence is growing
Ideas stop showing
The art fell apart

My eyes open wide
For comfort and solace
I wrote for the night.

Raw Material

Artificial blood on my shoe
Lonelier than supertramp
I caught the police
By the temple of the dog

Me magnetized
Affection and repulsion
Some important parts
Beginning to rust

Been fooled again
This time a great company
Arts for money

A wall painted in red
Sold out memories
And my teeth hurt.

Unperceived disparate perspectives

I´m writing on my breadbox.
Did you see me with dread locks??

I said: "round about eighty percent"
Stumbled upon your weird movement
Thought you saw the truth bent
Down and quickly added: "ninety".

I got short hair and learned:
You see me not like i yearned
for, I slowly changed my mind
Your felt not of that kind

"Rather sixty to eighty"
But you still owe me that word
You never paid me
For not trying to hurt

First my vision was blurred
But for now I see clear
What still remains is the fear
That I won´t shed a single tear.

Wrote too hard

Distance brought the brain attack back
sophisticated talking towards the track
lack of conscious captions

Grabbed another pencil
instead of the early broken
took it from the ground

Hardly readable Thoughts
like hardly spluttered spoken words
appear on my sheet

I´m dominated by demons
loudly ironically laughing
Scribbling maniac to free me

Totally twisted life circumstances

Spit in the face
Life´s base replaced
Past got erased
Emotions in blaze

It tastes that bitter
I feel like litter
Could be a big-hitter
But am a lonely sitter

Gaze down pretending
Search all I´ve missed
Our happy ending
Was an O.Henry twist


Time for something furious! Surprised myself with this finally rhyming again, angry thing. It helps to work it out, kind of.

Well-intentioned Advice

Sad story
Don´t worry
Take your time
Drink more whine
Time will heal
You will feel
better.
Someday.
I promise.
Sleep now.

Foresight

sometimes i wish
to look into the crystal ball
and see... all!

which way will we walk?
when was it worth it?
stupid ball, talk!