A Drunk's Wisdom

"You have to die a few times before you can really live.” 

Hollow Heads

That's how it is.

But why?

It's been like that forever. Stupid question!

But can't it be different? Can't we change it?

Why should we change anything?

There might be a better way to do things!

Oh, come on. That doesn't make any sense. 

Now shut up and keep on doing what I've told you!

Wisdom and War

We do not care-

That much is clear.

Not enough

Of us care

Anywhere.

We are not wise-

For that reason,

Mankind dies.

To think

Is much against

The will.

Better-

And easier-

To kill. 

Langston Hughes

The End

I could stick my wet finger into a power outlet.

Or jump from the top of the building.

I could run around naked and wait for a car to hit me.

Or stand in front of a train.

I could take a bath and let the hair drier fall into the tub.

Or I could mix up some of those pills and wait for darkness.

But then I'd miss the next chapters of my life! What if they are really cool?

High Spirits Low

You know it's gonna be a long journey. 

You're prepared. You know the directions. 

Got your backpack and are willing to do whatever it takes to get there. 

So you start walking. 

 Walking walking walking. 

You ignore the blisters and the backache. 

All alone you keep on walking trustfully. 

Passing creeks and rivers, fields and forests.

After weeks you're walking down a pass 

that leaves a dark forest,
you get to an open field.

Suddenly you see it. 

You didn't expect that. 

Nobody told you. 
Instead of the horizon...

a huge mountain right in front of you!

No way around. You must climb up there. 

You can't even see it's peak. It's beyond the clouds. 

You stand there and look at it. 
Your blood pulsing through your legs. 

Your breath heavy. 

Your forehead sweaty. 

Your back aching. 

All the miles you walked

will be in vain if you don't climb.

Your spirit breaking. 

So you sit down. 

And wait for a miracle. 

Perfect

We spend thousands of dollars in flowers

and dresses and champagne

and we rent a beautiful place

and hire waiters and fancy food

and invite people we don't even like that much

and we work so hard for these couple of hours

to be perfect!

perfect!

perfect!

Please be perfect!

As if a perfect wedding could change our lives

and make our doubts go away

and make our fights go away

and make our insecurity go away.

We spend thousands of dollars in flowers

and smile and cry and hug as if there was no tomorrow.

And the sad truth: It's worth it!

Please be perfect.

Carefree

Defiance

Life is what you do despite of everything. 

Maximus Conflictus

I daydream at night

and nightdream during the day.

I use my words to say nothing

and silence to say something.

I smile when I'm sad

and cry when I'm happy.

I fight when I don't care

and don't answer when it actually 

matters to me.

I love hating myself

and hate loving you.

Courage

You get tired of trying.

So you take all the courage you got

and just give up. 

Heart Bump

I miss the sound of the waves

making my heart bump slower

and chilling the air around me.

Unique

Use them to build a bridge

or to kill someone.

Step on them barefoot 

and feel their coldness.

Put them in a fire and see 

how only they remain entire.

Stones.

Stones.

Stones

There are not enough of them!

Spiel Wort

Die Wanderlust hockt in der Stube

und träumt vom Fernweh,

das im Heimweh festsitzt.

Bis die Sehne reißt und zur Sucht wird,

wo sie sucht und sucht und doch nie findet.

Sie sehnsucht.

Landscape

Daydreamer

Boiling from the inside

burning your nice sides

making your hands shake- 

shake of anger and hatred.

Your mind tries to stop you

from planning the murder

and fantasising about the ways

of torturing that person.

You'd love to watch

her blood covering her tacky carpet

and her brain smashed on it like a rotten avocado

and her bones broken and splintered.

Your mind tells you it's not worth it, 

while you keep on dreaming of a

slow

horrible

painful death

specially for her.

Shooting List

People who deserve to die:

The ones who park their car in two parking lots.

The ones who drive slowly on the left lane and accelerate when the traffic sign gets red, 

so you stay and they go.

The ones who open glass doors not using the knob, 

but pushing the glass with their smeary hands.

The ones who can't do their fucking job right.

The ones who stink even on cold days.

The ones who yell with no reason.

The ones who find it funny to scare others. BOOOOH!

The ones who do not say good morning.

The ones who sit in a restaurant and make an order talking on the cell phone

without looking the waiter in the eyes.

The ones who throw their bloody cigarettes on the floor.

The ones who paint their poodle's nails pink or any other colour.

The ONE who invented the poodle.

People who arrive late and don't call or send a message.

People who ask stupid questions like: 

You're from Germany? Do you speak German? NO, BITCH. 

I SPEAK JAPANESE.

Mean people who have absolutely no compassion.

People who have bathroom humour. FART! HAHAHAHA? 

People who don't understand Irony or Sarcasm.

Shallow people.

People who hate gays.

People who are racist.

People who wear glasses without glasses.

People who really believe they're important. 

Kleine Welt

Ihr Name hat nur drei Buchstaben,

ihre Persönlichkeit Tausend Facetten,

ihr Geist Millionen von Ideen.

Sie ist noch so jung und schon so weise

als hätte sie schon 

jahrhundertelang vor dir gelebt.

Sprich mir ihr und du hörst Worte in vielen Sprachen,

Worte, selten wie Diamanten, stark wie Stahl

und melodisch wie der Klang einer Geige.

Charmant und hübsch strahlt sie dich an,

zieht sie dich an, wie ein Magnet,

und wenn du nahe kommst, 

verlierst du das Gleichgewicht.

Frei wie ein Vogel

schwirrt sie durch die Welt und zwitschert

von Dingen die wichtig sind

und schön

und interessant

und geistreich.

Ihr Name hat nur drei Buchstaben

ihre Persönlichkeit Tausend Facetten

ihr Geist Millionen von Ideen.

Unsere kleine Welt 
ist nicht groß genug für Ana.

Blessed Excuse

I was given a gift

that was not wrapped in nice paper

but stamped by a hospital. 

I was given the gift of an excuse.

An excuse attested by a doctor

wearing a nice white overall

smiling gently at me while forming words

that should have sounded terrifying

but somehow didn't.

Words flying around my bed

like drunk birds

while my head spins and tries to understand

what all of this means. 

I was told to take care of myself

and walk under sunshine to strengthen my body.

I was told to get enough sleep and do sports regularly

and not to worry about stuff.

I was told to do what everyone should do.

But few got a doctor's prescription for it.

I was given a gift,

the gift of an excuse.

I'm going to excuse myself

and live

a happy,

healthy,

long,

life.

I Would Remember

It was nice.

Because it's over.

If it wasn't over

I would remember

it actually never had been nice.

Me Here

Why do they talk to me like if I were a child?

Who are they anyway?

I want to go home- but they won't let me!

I really don't like them.

Why do they call me "Mom"? I've never seen them before in my life!

I'll just smile and wait for them to leave...

They left.

Me here.

Wonderwall I

And then they stood up

and walked

to the gates

and said: We want to be free.

And the gates opened

without a gun shot

without any blood shed.

Just like that

they were free.

And then the world changed

and people with it.

Now they breathe freedom.

After years of darkness

light has come over this land

enlightened its people

who still remember the taste of darkness.

Still remember.