Warm Feet

I want to walk on warm sand

timeless

purposeless

happiness.

Driftwood

I want to jump in 

and drift away. 

No Chance

You try so hard to do it differently

and in the end

life is a never ending repetition

of rights and wrongs. 

Hug

The same hug that comforts you

might prevent you from leaving.

Warm-Water-People

Warm-water-people are those, 

who do not have any opinion on any subject.

Those who do not like anything or dislike anything.

Those who have no story to tell

and are not even good at listening.

Those who taste like warm water,

useless, tasteless, purposeless.

Hot water is great for tea

cold water great against the thirst.

What the hell should I do with warm water? 

It's too warm to refresh and 

too cold to brew anything.

So, if you are a living creature

and you do not have any opinion,

if there isn't anything you enjoy doing,

or anything you hate doing,

if there is just nothing that would make you a real person:

please stay away from me!

If you get too close:

either I'll throw you in the oven to heat up,

or I'll throw you in the fridge to cool down.

Warm-water-people are just useless.

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

 by Shel Silverstein

Surprise!

So everything comes to an end

and the more you once have loved

the more you hate afterwards

and you wish for things

you had never ever imagined before.

So do not tell me

you'd never ever...

it'll always be so much different!

Just sit and wait

and do not act surprised.

Guarani Kaiowa

We read about them in history books.
Read about invasions and killings.
About tribes fighting for survival.
But we do not realise this fight is still on.
It's been happening for  500 years now,
every day with newer weapons.
And somehow they still live
and somehow they still fight
and somehow they still hope.
And somehow most of us don't even have a clue.
How come?

Holy

You tell me not to do it

but you've done it!

You tell me not to say it

but you've said it!

And you keep on judging me

and pointing your finger at me

telling me exactly the opposite 

of what you've done.

And you keep on wondering

why I don't obey.

And I keep on wondering

how hypocritical one can be.

Messengers

Sinner

Look at her.

She is made of sin. 

Her eyes are a constant invitation

to taste her, dark and deep.
Her dark curly hair framing
her dangerous face.

Moving smoothly like a snake

she is prepared to get you

and devour you.

Licking her shiny red lips. 

Her body surrounding you.

Slowly coming closer

whispering in your ear

things you love to hear.

Watery lust.

There is no escape.

Lay down.

Let her have you.

Look at her.

She is made of sin.

You are the sinner.

Selfishness

Recklessness
I wish you

necklessness.

Time Machine

It's his 60iest birthday party:

he's got less hair and more wrinkles.

Less strength and more fatigue.

But then the DJ turns the music on!

And it's like a journey to the past.

Shaking to the sound of Led Zeppelin

his body gets younger with every song. 

In the end he shakes his hair

and jumps up and down

laughs and hugs and sings as if he was 18 again.

As if there was no tomorrow.

Maybe there isn't.

Clueless

Clueless looking in the mirror,

with endless questions

whirring inside my head.

Which one is right?

What's the best?

What if?

Searching for answers,

and the more I search, the less I know

and the less I know, the more I search.

Clueless running in circles

trying to decide

what's less bad.

Because bad it is already.

Again

And suddenly you look at him:

 who's been by your side for half of your life.

The one who has held you when you were falling,

kissed your cheeks when you were crying,

listened to your screams when you were angry.

The one who has fought for you

against others

and against yourself.

And suddenly you look at him:

and fall in love again.

No Need

No, thank you. I'm happy being sad.

Colours

Sitting here again

watching the news 

telling me old stories

in colourful shadows

showing over and over again

that old people die

and new ones are born

doing exactly the same

in different colours.

Same Shit

You go and see the world

you meet people

and take pictures.

You go and see the world

and realise

it's the same everywhere.

Birdfeelings

Pillow Talk

I love sleep. 

My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know? 

Ernest Hemingway 

Openings

Back

They ask me where I've been,

And what I've done and seen.

But what can I reply

Who know it wasn't I,

But someone just like me,

Who went across the sea

And with my head and hands

Killed men in foreign lands...

Though I must bear the blame,

Because he bore my name. 

Wilfred Gibson 

And things just never change.

Über den Wolken...

muss die Freiheit wohl grenzenlos sein.

Alle Ängste alle Sorgen,

sagt man,

scheinen nichtig und klein.

Wisdom

We were,

 what you are

we are,

 what you will be.

Light

Under sunlight

everything gets lighter.

As if your worries could melt away

and the warm sun touching your skin

told you things will be fine.

Well

I feel sorry for you who live up there

in countries full of shopping malls and grey houses,

your streets are as sterile as your hearts.  

The darkness of your winters has eaten your soul

and there is no sunlight in your rare smile.

You are rich and drive colourful expensive cars

while your trees got no flowers

and your birds are mute.

You've learned your traditions on a TV show

and worry about the colour of your nail polish.

Your credit cards do not hug you

and your feet have never danced for real.

You pity us,

calling us

third world.

I feel sorry for you.

Attempt

It's like trying to dry an ice cube.

Sense

Vainless Sense

Senseless Vain

Vain in Sense

No Sense in Vain

Things in Vain

No Sense.

Nonsense.

No, sense.

Disease

So many living corpses 

walking around looking pretty 

suffering from one disease only:

wrong decision taking. 

Still

We run around wearing huge glasses

and still do not see.

Pointing

Fast forefinger pointing at others

who are bad and not worthy of anything.

Fast forefinger pointing at the mirror

that you covered

so you wouldn't have to see

you're actually

as bad 

as evil 

as stupid 

as unworthy

as all those 

you pointed your fast forefinger at.

Writing

I might stop breathing

but I shall never stop writing.

Blah!

We just blah

all the time

blah blah blah

because we're afraid of

the silence.

Flowers

Where have all the flowers gone?

Drink!

I

Drink.

I 

Think.

I 

Shrink.

I drink to find my own me

at the bottom of the bottle

staring at myself

laughing

telling me the blunt truth.

Life is too short.

Blame

Time

passes 

passes 

passes

merciless

showing you

you're just the same

as those you used to blame.

Freedom

Where the bright sun kisses the sparkling ocean

and gentle wind whispers in your ear

and the warm sun hugs your bare feet

you look up to the blue sky and 

peace overcomes every cell of your

tiny little human body.

And for one brief moment

you feel complete freedom.