~
Now and then
Eyes keep their still.
Wound round
the snowflakes
Outside,
Sweep the mumbling stream
That´s left all within.
“Come by
Soothing touch
That got lost
And never made it back”
That´s quite a tale
You told no friend
Then.
Too odd for these times.
Who´d like to see
You like this?
They came a long road
Too.
See, time goes by
And it won´t care,
Steals the last moment
Where someone was aware
And did
Not run away
The other day.
Far beyond all milestones
Shoo! You saw strange impostors,
As you ride through the night
As a total disguise
Towards a morning of lost projection .
Like lifeless
We´re laying there.
I turn my
head
And
just
stare.
~
~
~
(2010)
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Cocktail Lounge
~
They met in some cocktail lounge
where people stare in stale habits
of basic instincts,
crawled out the other morning,
rendering business as usual,
stretched-out memories of vulpturous icons.
Imitated time and again
in hard trys not be
intimidated time and again,
piecing together a focus.
Still worried by alterable discoporation
that had declared a lost mind
a self liberation.
A friend told me about the latest research:
biomechanoid micro computers.
A fiend bold as shroud
to the templates of the urge
A hey-ho to schizoid psych modulators
(The grand unification theory
has to include its own break-down.
They like it and they don´t,
will meet again or they won´t,
could feel content
but got stoned somehow.
Wanna follow this light,
wanna follow that light,
found vanishing
what once was held tight
and a sculpture
what had been a smile.
(spoken)
It´sot always the distant force that
compromises due to local wants.
They claim their rights and, well,
the self-exposure leads to funny clues.
The overwhelming gets overruled,
delayed,
still in time,
but who is who? . . .
(add a clean jezz guitar solo here, honey . . .)
.
.
.
(2006/2010)
They met in some cocktail lounge
where people stare in stale habits
of basic instincts,
crawled out the other morning,
rendering business as usual,
stretched-out memories of vulpturous icons.
Imitated time and again
in hard trys not be
intimidated time and again,
piecing together a focus.
Still worried by alterable discoporation
that had declared a lost mind
a self liberation.
A friend told me about the latest research:
biomechanoid micro computers.
A fiend bold as shroud
to the templates of the urge
A hey-ho to schizoid psych modulators
(The grand unification theory
has to include its own break-down.
They like it and they don´t,
will meet again or they won´t,
could feel content
but got stoned somehow.
Wanna follow this light,
wanna follow that light,
found vanishing
what once was held tight
and a sculpture
what had been a smile.
(spoken)
It´sot always the distant force that
compromises due to local wants.
They claim their rights and, well,
the self-exposure leads to funny clues.
The overwhelming gets overruled,
delayed,
still in time,
but who is who? . . .
(add a clean jezz guitar solo here, honey . . .)
.
.
.
(2006/2010)
~
You went out in the snow
to get us some bread.
They brought your dead bodies
back instead.
Hold a book that you loved,
Tear drops feeling like stabs,
and make me squint
and become my jacket´s tabs.
Window light falls apart,
cradle shakes in my hand,
watch my head
as it´s counting sand.
Now you´re gone,
you´re
and I miss
you
so
Morning, noon and night
your always curious eyes
open up my heart in love and pain.
A wheelin´ reelin´ guilt
is stealin´ honesty away.
But that´s not you,
I don´t wanna feel you like this again.
This bottle won´t help.
Got a friend who takes care.
Holes in the walls
everywhere I stare.
Chilling wind in the park,
trees in silhouettes around,
from the distance the city´s sound.
Joey´s pizza place closed, - uuhh --- ,
ignore my tremblin´ jaw.
Feel like cut by a motor saw.
Now you´re gone,
you´re
and I miss
you
so
Morning, noon and night
your always curious eyes
open up my heart in love and pain.
A wheelin´ reelin´ guilt
is stealin´ honesty away.
But that´s not you,
I don´t wanna feel you like this again.
You went out in the snow
to get us some bread . . .
.
.
.
(2006)
You went out in the snow
to get us some bread.
They brought your dead bodies
back instead.
Hold a book that you loved,
Tear drops feeling like stabs,
and make me squint
and become my jacket´s tabs.
Window light falls apart,
cradle shakes in my hand,
watch my head
as it´s counting sand.
Now you´re gone,
you´re
and I miss
you
so
Morning, noon and night
your always curious eyes
open up my heart in love and pain.
A wheelin´ reelin´ guilt
is stealin´ honesty away.
But that´s not you,
I don´t wanna feel you like this again.
This bottle won´t help.
Got a friend who takes care.
Holes in the walls
everywhere I stare.
Chilling wind in the park,
trees in silhouettes around,
from the distance the city´s sound.
Joey´s pizza place closed, - uuhh --- ,
ignore my tremblin´ jaw.
Feel like cut by a motor saw.
Now you´re gone,
you´re
and I miss
you
so
Morning, noon and night
your always curious eyes
open up my heart in love and pain.
A wheelin´ reelin´ guilt
is stealin´ honesty away.
But that´s not you,
I don´t wanna feel you like this again.
You went out in the snow
to get us some bread . . .
.
.
.
(2006)
Friday, March 12, 2010
Calls
~
After long time
a feeling´s there again
that words are relevant at all.
(What a note.)
That words exist at all.
A plan made,
set out in words,
revealing its beauty
not cage,
nor canceled
because it expands
and trys to embrace
a real
rolling
and devour it.
it is my digestion
to propose a tight union
that´s soft and that´s dure
and can comfort both ways,
chewing up
parts of one´s self
and transform,
partial death,
some do like it
and some will resist
slight proposals
that differ from
now
and again.
not the content
but the structure
concerns
most of all
lifeless frames
are the strongest
withstanding
attempts
of a switch.
sure
news
was work
and exhausting
intra
folding
called folly
unfolding
remaining
called
me
and
called
you
.
.
(2010)
After long time
a feeling´s there again
that words are relevant at all.
(What a note.)
That words exist at all.
A plan made,
set out in words,
revealing its beauty
not cage,
nor canceled
because it expands
and trys to embrace
a real
rolling
and devour it.
it is my digestion
to propose a tight union
that´s soft and that´s dure
and can comfort both ways,
chewing up
parts of one´s self
and transform,
partial death,
some do like it
and some will resist
slight proposals
that differ from
now
and again.
not the content
but the structure
concerns
most of all
lifeless frames
are the strongest
withstanding
attempts
of a switch.
sure
news
was work
and exhausting
intra
folding
called folly
unfolding
remaining
called
me
and
called
you
.
.
(2010)
Integration
~
Unter der Forderung nach Vergesellschaftung der Sozialprodukte schlummert der Individualismus der Unterdrückten.
Sie fordern seit dem 19.Jh. ein Vorziehen christlicher Verheißungen vom „Jenseits“ in ihre Lebensspanne, somit latent eine Umsetzung urchristlicher Werte gegen die Tempel des Reichen.
Die Installation des Gewissens im Christentum mutierte seit der Aufklärung zu einem, von seinen Urhebern gar nicht so gewünschten, individuellen inneren Gegenüber der Reflexion.
Neben der Naturwissenschafts- und Technikentwicklung entfalteten sich von dort die Geisteswissenschaften und darin u.a. die Erforschung menschlicher Bedürfnisse.
Die ihrem religiösen Moralmantel entkommene innere Instanz „westlicher“ Menschen war und ist Träger von Unrechtsbewußtsein und Durchsetzungswillen eigener Rechte des Menschen an sich.
Die daraus entstandenen Allgemeinen Menschenrechte zeichnen sich durch die Loslösung von der Gängelung durch äußere Instanzen aus, besonders von der geistigen und wirtschaftlichen Vorteilnahme der gesellschaftlichen Funktionseliten.
Zu deren rechtlichen Fundamenten der Unterdrückung gehörten schon immer religiöse wie das der Scharia.
Wer den sozialen Gedanken des Islam als in der Scharia enthaltenes Gutes verklärt,
vermittelt statt Fortschritts- und Gleichheitsstreben eher retrograde Sehnsucht nach männlicher Macht, wie sie in islamischen Rechtvorstellungen ausgeprägt ist.
Von Männlichkeitsfanatikern wird immer wieder (Selbst-) Kritik verhöhnt, die es ablehnt, auf das eigene Wesen zu beharren, anderen die eigenen Regeln aufzudrängen.
Toleranz für – hier religiös fundierten – Männlichkeitswahn zu fördern ist eine bizarre Entschärfung solcher Kritik durch Vereinnahmung.
Die in diesem Sinn eine Meinuungsführerschaft der Nicht-Meinungsführerschaft bis zur Infragestellung des westlichen Toleranz-Gedankens vorantreiben, machen sich zu Masochisten, deren perönliches Glück darin besteht, das Folterinstrumentarium selbst ausgesucht zu haben.
Ihnen sei ein Gratiskurs in der von ihnen gewünschten Toleranz der Intoleranz empfohlen, um die noch fehlende Knebelung ausprobieren, zu der die von ihnen tolerierte Intoleranz sich entwickelt, wo sie es schafft Fuß zu fassen.
Sie gefährden den Freiraum, auf dem sich auch ihre eigen freie Meingungsäußerung erst Entwickeln konnte.
So gut die sozialwissenschaftliche Einbeziehung von sog. Lebenslagesegmenten in Bedürfnisanalysen ist, darf sie nicht dazu führen, dass verfassungsfeindliche Segemente auf dem Weg von Fall-Beurteilungen Eingereister etabliert werden oder durch Erklärung einer Art Gewohnheitsrecht Illegales legalisiert wird.
Daher ist die Diskussion um Anerkennung der „guten Teile“ der Scharia eine reine Klauberei, um denen, die sie fordern, wenigstens ihr Wort zu lassen.
Denn mehr Spielraum gibt es dafür nicht, und somit ist auch dieses Jonglieren mit der Terminus Scharia in hiesigem Recht sinnfreie geistige Onanie zielferner Illusionäre, ein Aktionismus hilflosen Strampelns.
Der vorgeblichen Integrationsförderung ausländischer Mitbürger wird damit kein Dienst erwiesen, eine Einführung des Wahlrechts für Ausländer auf kommunaler Ebene mit Sicherheit weder wünschenswerter noch populärer gemacht.
Man kann der Meinung sein, dass „Scharia“ als Terminus von diesem oder jenem Inhalt in diesem Land verwendet werden soll, kann dafür Werbung machen.
Sofern der Inhalt nicht rechtskonform ist, muss man damit rechnen, dass dies als Aufruf zu Straftaten gewertet wird.
Es wäre sinnvoll, wenn die aktuelle Diskussion darüber, religiöse Menschen stärker nach ihrer eigenen Rechtsgewohnheit zu beurteilen, zu einem breiteren Verständnis dazu führt, dass jede Form institutionalisierter Religion totalitäre Tendenzen trägt.
Denn leider gehören zur Grundstruktur der großen monotheistischen Religionen einseitige Wahrheitsansprüche, die Andersartigkeit ungern zulassen bzw. bekämpfen.
Auch religiösen Menschen steht der Weg des Austauschs mit anderen offen, auch in diesem Land, nach den hier geltenden Regeln.
Wer durch die Hintertür des Minderheitenschutzes an hart erkämpfter Freiheit von religiöser Doktrin nagt, soll lieber froh sein, dass es diese Freiheit gibt.
In Ländern mit Scharia als Justiz würde ähnliche Kritik an landeseigener Rechtsvorstellung radikal beantwortet.
.
.
(2010)
Unter der Forderung nach Vergesellschaftung der Sozialprodukte schlummert der Individualismus der Unterdrückten.
Sie fordern seit dem 19.Jh. ein Vorziehen christlicher Verheißungen vom „Jenseits“ in ihre Lebensspanne, somit latent eine Umsetzung urchristlicher Werte gegen die Tempel des Reichen.
Die Installation des Gewissens im Christentum mutierte seit der Aufklärung zu einem, von seinen Urhebern gar nicht so gewünschten, individuellen inneren Gegenüber der Reflexion.
Neben der Naturwissenschafts- und Technikentwicklung entfalteten sich von dort die Geisteswissenschaften und darin u.a. die Erforschung menschlicher Bedürfnisse.
Die ihrem religiösen Moralmantel entkommene innere Instanz „westlicher“ Menschen war und ist Träger von Unrechtsbewußtsein und Durchsetzungswillen eigener Rechte des Menschen an sich.
Die daraus entstandenen Allgemeinen Menschenrechte zeichnen sich durch die Loslösung von der Gängelung durch äußere Instanzen aus, besonders von der geistigen und wirtschaftlichen Vorteilnahme der gesellschaftlichen Funktionseliten.
Zu deren rechtlichen Fundamenten der Unterdrückung gehörten schon immer religiöse wie das der Scharia.
Wer den sozialen Gedanken des Islam als in der Scharia enthaltenes Gutes verklärt,
vermittelt statt Fortschritts- und Gleichheitsstreben eher retrograde Sehnsucht nach männlicher Macht, wie sie in islamischen Rechtvorstellungen ausgeprägt ist.
Von Männlichkeitsfanatikern wird immer wieder (Selbst-) Kritik verhöhnt, die es ablehnt, auf das eigene Wesen zu beharren, anderen die eigenen Regeln aufzudrängen.
Toleranz für – hier religiös fundierten – Männlichkeitswahn zu fördern ist eine bizarre Entschärfung solcher Kritik durch Vereinnahmung.
Die in diesem Sinn eine Meinuungsführerschaft der Nicht-Meinungsführerschaft bis zur Infragestellung des westlichen Toleranz-Gedankens vorantreiben, machen sich zu Masochisten, deren perönliches Glück darin besteht, das Folterinstrumentarium selbst ausgesucht zu haben.
Ihnen sei ein Gratiskurs in der von ihnen gewünschten Toleranz der Intoleranz empfohlen, um die noch fehlende Knebelung ausprobieren, zu der die von ihnen tolerierte Intoleranz sich entwickelt, wo sie es schafft Fuß zu fassen.
Sie gefährden den Freiraum, auf dem sich auch ihre eigen freie Meingungsäußerung erst Entwickeln konnte.
So gut die sozialwissenschaftliche Einbeziehung von sog. Lebenslagesegmenten in Bedürfnisanalysen ist, darf sie nicht dazu führen, dass verfassungsfeindliche Segemente auf dem Weg von Fall-Beurteilungen Eingereister etabliert werden oder durch Erklärung einer Art Gewohnheitsrecht Illegales legalisiert wird.
Daher ist die Diskussion um Anerkennung der „guten Teile“ der Scharia eine reine Klauberei, um denen, die sie fordern, wenigstens ihr Wort zu lassen.
Denn mehr Spielraum gibt es dafür nicht, und somit ist auch dieses Jonglieren mit der Terminus Scharia in hiesigem Recht sinnfreie geistige Onanie zielferner Illusionäre, ein Aktionismus hilflosen Strampelns.
Der vorgeblichen Integrationsförderung ausländischer Mitbürger wird damit kein Dienst erwiesen, eine Einführung des Wahlrechts für Ausländer auf kommunaler Ebene mit Sicherheit weder wünschenswerter noch populärer gemacht.
Man kann der Meinung sein, dass „Scharia“ als Terminus von diesem oder jenem Inhalt in diesem Land verwendet werden soll, kann dafür Werbung machen.
Sofern der Inhalt nicht rechtskonform ist, muss man damit rechnen, dass dies als Aufruf zu Straftaten gewertet wird.
Es wäre sinnvoll, wenn die aktuelle Diskussion darüber, religiöse Menschen stärker nach ihrer eigenen Rechtsgewohnheit zu beurteilen, zu einem breiteren Verständnis dazu führt, dass jede Form institutionalisierter Religion totalitäre Tendenzen trägt.
Denn leider gehören zur Grundstruktur der großen monotheistischen Religionen einseitige Wahrheitsansprüche, die Andersartigkeit ungern zulassen bzw. bekämpfen.
Auch religiösen Menschen steht der Weg des Austauschs mit anderen offen, auch in diesem Land, nach den hier geltenden Regeln.
Wer durch die Hintertür des Minderheitenschutzes an hart erkämpfter Freiheit von religiöser Doktrin nagt, soll lieber froh sein, dass es diese Freiheit gibt.
In Ländern mit Scharia als Justiz würde ähnliche Kritik an landeseigener Rechtsvorstellung radikal beantwortet.
.
.
(2010)
Lacerative Repulsion Undone
~
Too much applauding,
Whats the wrong,
What´s the right place?
Shiver makes demons,
Were you right
Or just a flaw?
Crisis without enemy
Scent behind back heads,
---
Thought was inside.
First and last
Are no questions of belief.
Stitch it in somewhere
It changes its
Shape with you
Climax urged for,
The sometimes most feared.
Fireball
Running through atmosphere
Can,
You count
Light
then transforming
Prayers and preachers
Try to hold you outside
Eye socket cramped
Verse files of despair
Once held in front
Or back
Of which memory?
Which part of yours
Asking which question?
Whose gain?
Demands for torches
Or bow-downs
Are vanity.
OF and FOR fuse
Pointing high,
Straight ahead
Reeling
Around one another
Direction
Gets lost.
Unification
Under
Tiles of thin air
Forgotten are sent
Where no question
Con hides them
Disguised by old sunlight
Displayed in caught time.
.
.
(2010)
Too much applauding,
Whats the wrong,
What´s the right place?
Shiver makes demons,
Were you right
Or just a flaw?
Crisis without enemy
Scent behind back heads,
---
Thought was inside.
First and last
Are no questions of belief.
Stitch it in somewhere
It changes its
Shape with you
Climax urged for,
The sometimes most feared.
Fireball
Running through atmosphere
Can,
You count
Light
then transforming
Prayers and preachers
Try to hold you outside
Eye socket cramped
Verse files of despair
Once held in front
Or back
Of which memory?
Which part of yours
Asking which question?
Whose gain?
Demands for torches
Or bow-downs
Are vanity.
OF and FOR fuse
Pointing high,
Straight ahead
Reeling
Around one another
Direction
Gets lost.
Unification
Under
Tiles of thin air
Forgotten are sent
Where no question
Con hides them
Disguised by old sunlight
Displayed in caught time.
.
.
(2010)
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Marvels Of Joy And Pain
~
What if they said:
“We are your old fear.
We have come
to save you
from a plague you don´t know.”?
They would take you away
Would force you to praise
Their devoured fouling meat
And make you eat.
Call it light,
Call it day,
With a maximum of despair and hate.
As the prey in their claws
Sliced up minds will not talk
To anyone.
What´s behind the pain?
Could you love again,
Flee the altered brain,
Cut the mantling strain?,
Violent clutch,
Dragging forward
´Til the eye took over
The hold.
What it saw
Hid its soft bonds inside
A disrupting scream,
Torched the child
And it laid down
And will recall.
Lived again
Dissociations
Recreate the situation
With the child-leader
And its sister young
That would think the view.
There they come.
Are you here?
Are you there?
They got big plans for you,
You will be tough,
And bright light will shine again
For greedy eyes.
Sniff the track, dear,
Take another chance.
So abroad,
No waste, no land,
What´s there to find?
You wish control?
Manners change
And somehow do their trays.
The old gap,
though,
lives its day.
There can be dreams
Of another light,
Synaesthesia,
Auto-suggestion,
Reflection, meditation.
Helplessness is cut!
Come over,
We can still touch now.
The weird display of times today
Overrides many things,
or so is its claim.
But the forgotten
Find a way to meet
Find a way to merge
With forgotten ones
In other ones.
With some we will confront and fight
With some the pain will fade
Away for joy!
The marvel
Of the serious joy!
.
.
.
(2010)
What if they said:
“We are your old fear.
We have come
to save you
from a plague you don´t know.”?
They would take you away
Would force you to praise
Their devoured fouling meat
And make you eat.
Call it light,
Call it day,
With a maximum of despair and hate.
As the prey in their claws
Sliced up minds will not talk
To anyone.
What´s behind the pain?
Could you love again,
Flee the altered brain,
Cut the mantling strain?,
Violent clutch,
Dragging forward
´Til the eye took over
The hold.
What it saw
Hid its soft bonds inside
A disrupting scream,
Torched the child
And it laid down
And will recall.
Lived again
Dissociations
Recreate the situation
With the child-leader
And its sister young
That would think the view.
There they come.
Are you here?
Are you there?
They got big plans for you,
You will be tough,
And bright light will shine again
For greedy eyes.
Sniff the track, dear,
Take another chance.
So abroad,
No waste, no land,
What´s there to find?
You wish control?
Manners change
And somehow do their trays.
The old gap,
though,
lives its day.
There can be dreams
Of another light,
Synaesthesia,
Auto-suggestion,
Reflection, meditation.
Helplessness is cut!
Come over,
We can still touch now.
The weird display of times today
Overrides many things,
or so is its claim.
But the forgotten
Find a way to meet
Find a way to merge
With forgotten ones
In other ones.
With some we will confront and fight
With some the pain will fade
Away for joy!
The marvel
Of the serious joy!
.
.
.
(2010)
why be (élève)
short can be the distance
between joy and pain,
sitting in the same place,
hard to replace
one by the other.
the outer world
is a beast to tame
crisis management
in halls of fame
reason to calm down while lifting off,
embedding contemplation in straight action,
translucent for sense and love,
yes, why be.
the brickwork in our dorm
in places was painted,
plaque washed away
any bribable Sunday.
things need to be done,
--- panicking by words
can be a shield,
stops from opening.
to nearly fall asleep in front of the screen
is a way of resistance, but annoying.
pretending it´s human
sometimes is worth the effort,
yes, why be.
why be, without question marks,
without trust,
without shine of lost flashes,
doing our things.
why be, so long awaited,
yet greatest surprise
in the shape it occurs.
----
why be,
a drama of spoken and unspoken
words and permissions
magnetic survey.
powerful exercise, can make stiff
in hot rooms and cold rooms
cause that´s not the point.
why be,
a feeling of touch,
an exchange to come
again as it appears.
why be,
a meeting never ending
in distance or neglection,
present years ago,
yet unfulfilled.
why be,
a question still asked
in the shift of the character
as it takes place.
élève yet and master,
why be not less.
shrinkheads and grades
crossfade at the edge.
élève,
in parts what it sounds like,
then pre-disposed variable
to care for both sides.
élève, an intrusion,
found dangerous by thought
two and three
bold precarious laughs.
élève, malaffection,
slings made up, though,
post absent selves.
élève,
trust and avoidance,
filigree uncouth,
bursting at times.
why be élève,
experience beauty,
strictness in changed roles
to both sides´ relief.
.
.
.
(2010)
between joy and pain,
sitting in the same place,
hard to replace
one by the other.
the outer world
is a beast to tame
crisis management
in halls of fame
reason to calm down while lifting off,
embedding contemplation in straight action,
translucent for sense and love,
yes, why be.
the brickwork in our dorm
in places was painted,
plaque washed away
any bribable Sunday.
things need to be done,
--- panicking by words
can be a shield,
stops from opening.
to nearly fall asleep in front of the screen
is a way of resistance, but annoying.
pretending it´s human
sometimes is worth the effort,
yes, why be.
why be, without question marks,
without trust,
without shine of lost flashes,
doing our things.
why be, so long awaited,
yet greatest surprise
in the shape it occurs.
----
why be,
a drama of spoken and unspoken
words and permissions
magnetic survey.
powerful exercise, can make stiff
in hot rooms and cold rooms
cause that´s not the point.
why be,
a feeling of touch,
an exchange to come
again as it appears.
why be,
a meeting never ending
in distance or neglection,
present years ago,
yet unfulfilled.
why be,
a question still asked
in the shift of the character
as it takes place.
élève yet and master,
why be not less.
shrinkheads and grades
crossfade at the edge.
élève,
in parts what it sounds like,
then pre-disposed variable
to care for both sides.
élève, an intrusion,
found dangerous by thought
two and three
bold precarious laughs.
élève, malaffection,
slings made up, though,
post absent selves.
élève,
trust and avoidance,
filigree uncouth,
bursting at times.
why be élève,
experience beauty,
strictness in changed roles
to both sides´ relief.
.
.
.
(2010)
Monday, February 22, 2010
The Manmade Soul (Life Pt.2)
Got already so much left behind,
consciousness a changing good,
a flame which friendly is too shy,
and thoughts appear as a wonderful food.
Everything you´re going to find
easily climbs straight up to your mind.
They say you´re noisy and you´re rude
which is all right for you when you´re in the mood.
Laughing, joking is all around,
don´t take care, try not to be fooled.
In the air there´s an amazing sound,
anger in town, kids are in to be ruled.
Hands are grabbing to play their game,
run or stay, it is all the same,
up and down, then into the mill,
never thought of this but,
my dear, you will.
There´s no echo in here.
There´s no echo in here.
There´s no echo in here,
I am full of fear.
Please get me right,
please let me out.
I did get you right,
I am full of doubt
~
~
~
My love was walking in the sun.
Her smile was young and refreshing.
The child of warmth began to live,
rising high and romping
in the clouds
of my sky ---------- ,
her friend
too shy -------------
Then she shook my head,
so all the fears fell off the dead.
Remember, it is just a dream!
What is it like for you?
The dreamscape of a child?
The nightmare of a child?
The dreamscape --- of a child?
.
.
.
(1991)
consciousness a changing good,
a flame which friendly is too shy,
and thoughts appear as a wonderful food.
Everything you´re going to find
easily climbs straight up to your mind.
They say you´re noisy and you´re rude
which is all right for you when you´re in the mood.
Laughing, joking is all around,
don´t take care, try not to be fooled.
In the air there´s an amazing sound,
anger in town, kids are in to be ruled.
Hands are grabbing to play their game,
run or stay, it is all the same,
up and down, then into the mill,
never thought of this but,
my dear, you will.
There´s no echo in here.
There´s no echo in here.
There´s no echo in here,
I am full of fear.
Please get me right,
please let me out.
I did get you right,
I am full of doubt
~
~
~
My love was walking in the sun.
Her smile was young and refreshing.
The child of warmth began to live,
rising high and romping
in the clouds
of my sky ---------- ,
her friend
too shy -------------
Then she shook my head,
so all the fears fell off the dead.
Remember, it is just a dream!
What is it like for you?
The dreamscape of a child?
The nightmare of a child?
The dreamscape --- of a child?
.
.
.
(1991)
Strap Me !
I learned so much from you and us
in the little time we had.
Every separation of ours was bridged
by twirling hearts and minds
trying not to grow mad.
Now you´re far away,
yet no shadow from the past.
There´s no more love or reasoning
in fears it might not last.
Strutting streams of lost joy
has a base for higher plans,
Sweepin´ rooms of a little child
who won´t chase for sighs or chance.
But how dare you ever say
our love wasn´t true at all!
It touched you from a side
that you didn´t know before.
(The missing link is there ----
You pieced it in your chair ----
Gone the forest but the leaves do hear ------)
Strap me !!!
Strap me ------- !!!
Strap me ----------!!!
I really believe you how hard it was,
I was torn apart as well.
What did we learn there, love?
How did we change in sweet hell?
We´re carrying each other around every day,
both concerned with other things to do or say.
More than an occasional thought or sense
there´s deep knowledge about the rear.
It will not matter if the bonds we share
are a nothingness that occurs.
Apart from our groins, the vibration and touch
a switch is what we were.
You said I shouldn´t tell you
who you are and how to be.
I´m ready to swear: You´re right, babe!
But there´s some things you don´t see.
Now you´re far away,
yet no shadow from the past.
The changing love and resoning
has no fears it might not last.
Reality dreams of body-melt
are a base for higher plans,
Sweepin´ rooms of a little child
who won´t chase for sighs or chance.
But how dare you ever say
our love wasn´t true at all!
It touched us from a side
that we didn´t know before.
Strap me !!!
Strap me ---------- !!!
Strap me ------------!!!
More than our bodies mingled
instinctively.
We let it all happen but not explode
willingly
I saw you face change
under and over me,
a smiling different one
but still the same . . .
.
.
.
(2009)
in the little time we had.
Every separation of ours was bridged
by twirling hearts and minds
trying not to grow mad.
Now you´re far away,
yet no shadow from the past.
There´s no more love or reasoning
in fears it might not last.
Strutting streams of lost joy
has a base for higher plans,
Sweepin´ rooms of a little child
who won´t chase for sighs or chance.
But how dare you ever say
our love wasn´t true at all!
It touched you from a side
that you didn´t know before.
(The missing link is there ----
You pieced it in your chair ----
Gone the forest but the leaves do hear ------)
Strap me !!!
Strap me ------- !!!
Strap me ----------!!!
I really believe you how hard it was,
I was torn apart as well.
What did we learn there, love?
How did we change in sweet hell?
We´re carrying each other around every day,
both concerned with other things to do or say.
More than an occasional thought or sense
there´s deep knowledge about the rear.
It will not matter if the bonds we share
are a nothingness that occurs.
Apart from our groins, the vibration and touch
a switch is what we were.
You said I shouldn´t tell you
who you are and how to be.
I´m ready to swear: You´re right, babe!
But there´s some things you don´t see.
Now you´re far away,
yet no shadow from the past.
The changing love and resoning
has no fears it might not last.
Reality dreams of body-melt
are a base for higher plans,
Sweepin´ rooms of a little child
who won´t chase for sighs or chance.
But how dare you ever say
our love wasn´t true at all!
It touched us from a side
that we didn´t know before.
Strap me !!!
Strap me ---------- !!!
Strap me ------------!!!
More than our bodies mingled
instinctively.
We let it all happen but not explode
willingly
I saw you face change
under and over me,
a smiling different one
but still the same . . .
.
.
.
(2009)
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Body Kiss
Riding on the throat
Is a full-eyed picture tale
That takes its fume from the moon,
In from a coast it´s flown,
Since noon it tries to fail
Limits of control
That so long it used to bail.
Its words, long lost, went nuts,
Another candy shines
Colourful mirrors
They´re flouncing in fear,
Cut by lovers eyes
And flaming deers.
One breath,
A metrum,
One breath,
Clockwork,
Self-assuring
That this is no fake at all.
A stone felt
Safe
And
Drowned
Next
Day.
Out
In
The
Fields:
Laughter
and no wands,
Changing thrones cheer,
Heels hop,
Throttling back,
Stagger,
Throbbing
Blood,
A wild mane streaming
In the wind,
Incised
Foot skin
Wears a line of red,
Crawling beyond
Thoughts to ween
Comes a tongue
To lick the sheen,
Cuts out
Clowns of Halloween.
No pain, or forgotten
Eyelids and fingertips
Slide
On afternoon dawn.
There´s no fashion here
And no disciples drooling, right?!
And no work at all.
Rolling over love
and no need for a dark night,
No win, no loose, game fight,
You forget the stars,
Take-away space bar.
Here, forgot it, yeah!
There, a newborn bone.
Slings embodied, they praise
Seventeen approaches to the real,
Hand to toe they reach
Through the bodyverse.
See, it´s a goal we don´t declare.
It´s just beyond.
Strong or weak,
Fast or slow,
Eyes will show
When aware,
Might compare
Body kiss and space.
But for now:
Who cares?
Eyes just glow
And the fusion lifts off
By fully wake mind.
By fully wake mind
The modes of memory
Turn around.
This is here, now.
Most all is gone.
Share what takes place.
You both act in a
Floating sphere of skin.
Thirst,
Gliding in embrace,
Lucid groping,
No haste,
Gnawing serious smiles from
Pleasure-pierced lips.
Fine finger nails in necks
The instance falls asleep,
A rising, seething streak,
Maliceless
Malicious
Manacle
Is cut free.
.
.
. (2010)
Is a full-eyed picture tale
That takes its fume from the moon,
In from a coast it´s flown,
Since noon it tries to fail
Limits of control
That so long it used to bail.
Its words, long lost, went nuts,
Another candy shines
Colourful mirrors
They´re flouncing in fear,
Cut by lovers eyes
And flaming deers.
One breath,
A metrum,
One breath,
Clockwork,
Self-assuring
That this is no fake at all.
A stone felt
Safe
And
Drowned
Next
Day.
Out
In
The
Fields:
Laughter
and no wands,
Changing thrones cheer,
Heels hop,
Throttling back,
Stagger,
Throbbing
Blood,
A wild mane streaming
In the wind,
Incised
Foot skin
Wears a line of red,
Crawling beyond
Thoughts to ween
Comes a tongue
To lick the sheen,
Cuts out
Clowns of Halloween.
No pain, or forgotten
Eyelids and fingertips
Slide
On afternoon dawn.
There´s no fashion here
And no disciples drooling, right?!
And no work at all.
Rolling over love
and no need for a dark night,
No win, no loose, game fight,
You forget the stars,
Take-away space bar.
Here, forgot it, yeah!
There, a newborn bone.
Slings embodied, they praise
Seventeen approaches to the real,
Hand to toe they reach
Through the bodyverse.
See, it´s a goal we don´t declare.
It´s just beyond.
Strong or weak,
Fast or slow,
Eyes will show
When aware,
Might compare
Body kiss and space.
But for now:
Who cares?
Eyes just glow
And the fusion lifts off
By fully wake mind.
By fully wake mind
The modes of memory
Turn around.
This is here, now.
Most all is gone.
Share what takes place.
You both act in a
Floating sphere of skin.
Thirst,
Gliding in embrace,
Lucid groping,
No haste,
Gnawing serious smiles from
Pleasure-pierced lips.
Fine finger nails in necks
The instance falls asleep,
A rising, seething streak,
Maliceless
Malicious
Manacle
Is cut free.
.
.
. (2010)
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Lemmih red negnilk
Lemmíh red esíew ied etsarg reteiw se sib, neleihrev tsar ni nnad ssiel, etschän ied chod ffirg se, nednuw ned sua tulb chua nnar.
Neredna red hcan enei, nregnif nessolb tim nedeinsch ied etckülfp se chod.
Netckürd nedob uz se tetchireg se fua, cheilg nengilk, ied, netrow ned retnu se fielsch egnal. Tsgna eßorg rhes, tsgna ettah se.
.
.
(2000)
Neredna red hcan enei, nregnif nessolb tim nedeinsch ied etckülfp se chod.
Netckürd nedob uz se tetchireg se fua, cheilg nengilk, ied, netrow ned retnu se fielsch egnal. Tsgna eßorg rhes, tsgna ettah se.
.
.
(2000)
Make it your day
Diving
In warm water
A memory
Lost or sold
To discover
No reason to grow sane
Or mystic
Just the daily work
Blindfolds desire
Or makes it show
Out in the middle of the night
While the friends are pouring thousand drinks
I´m getting drunk without
Cause the music´s drivin´ hot,
Jumpin´ kickin´ jivin´ all the way
Freak out in a frantic dance
Straight edge
The head is wild enough
Hedge-hopping through the
Rhythms forth and back at once
Cutting up the brain-frame that we learned.
Sounds
are pearls
on
silence
And nothingness the dream
Behind substance.
Out in the wind
The sound is fading
My body wears
The moves they´re carrying
It turned me around
It turned me around
It turned me around
Turned me around
Strangely
The worm gets watered
A mainly trusted bold
To cheer in her
Though seasons blow the brain
That missed it
It´s fair to joke on mindfolds
Unwired
And on bonds it ties.
Moves and looks and
Words exchanged are one
It´s the directions that still count,
Will we focus towards the outside
And still hold the line inside
-- Adverts use these channels more than we.
Thought ´bout a reason to be blind,
We´re hand-cuffed anyway, in forecasts of
Short-minded
Subjugated
Mobs, though they´re part of each of us,
Easy livin´ has a dark side of decay.
Measuring
the extremes
Of fractions
Trying or leaving
The peaks
Of joy
and destruction
Balances were no matter
Of masses
If not for our
Assorted
Requirements
.
.
(2010)
In warm water
A memory
Lost or sold
To discover
No reason to grow sane
Or mystic
Just the daily work
Blindfolds desire
Or makes it show
Out in the middle of the night
While the friends are pouring thousand drinks
I´m getting drunk without
Cause the music´s drivin´ hot,
Jumpin´ kickin´ jivin´ all the way
Freak out in a frantic dance
Straight edge
The head is wild enough
Hedge-hopping through the
Rhythms forth and back at once
Cutting up the brain-frame that we learned.
Sounds
are pearls
on
silence
And nothingness the dream
Behind substance.
Out in the wind
The sound is fading
My body wears
The moves they´re carrying
It turned me around
It turned me around
It turned me around
Turned me around
Strangely
The worm gets watered
A mainly trusted bold
To cheer in her
Though seasons blow the brain
That missed it
It´s fair to joke on mindfolds
Unwired
And on bonds it ties.
Moves and looks and
Words exchanged are one
It´s the directions that still count,
Will we focus towards the outside
And still hold the line inside
-- Adverts use these channels more than we.
Thought ´bout a reason to be blind,
We´re hand-cuffed anyway, in forecasts of
Short-minded
Subjugated
Mobs, though they´re part of each of us,
Easy livin´ has a dark side of decay.
Measuring
the extremes
Of fractions
Trying or leaving
The peaks
Of joy
and destruction
Balances were no matter
Of masses
If not for our
Assorted
Requirements
.
.
(2010)
Turns
Awaking
The next day
From plaguings
Of the circles
of the straying
That didn´t sleep
for days
Feels like it´s
all
at stake
The next aging
An eyelid wide
Forsaking
Mirrors of remorse
Recalls from seconds past
would not turn fear
By
the sea
She couldn´t turn
her speed down
Though his voice won´t show
any sign of echo.
The fine and decent face
It turns dure.
But never looses shape
Remaning
Sealed
And calm
Silent
And liveless
And a friendly smile
turns pale
And a haste will
kick it all away
A wicked chain
The Zapman meant
As he
laughed at all of them
Who get trapped there
The plaguing
of all dreaming
Backward
Dreaming
Latent screaming
Performers
of the wound.
Mmmmhhh
.
.
(2007)
The next day
From plaguings
Of the circles
of the straying
That didn´t sleep
for days
Feels like it´s
all
at stake
The next aging
An eyelid wide
Forsaking
Mirrors of remorse
Recalls from seconds past
would not turn fear
By
the sea
She couldn´t turn
her speed down
Though his voice won´t show
any sign of echo.
The fine and decent face
It turns dure.
But never looses shape
Remaning
Sealed
And calm
Silent
And liveless
And a friendly smile
turns pale
And a haste will
kick it all away
A wicked chain
The Zapman meant
As he
laughed at all of them
Who get trapped there
The plaguing
of all dreaming
Backward
Dreaming
Latent screaming
Performers
of the wound.
Mmmmhhh
.
.
(2007)
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Thank You Why
Incredible reflections blinding,
Hitting in the face they scratch their ways,
Rejecting their effects I get confused,
They know me well.
There are decisions for despair,
Blaming fate or others sucks,
If there is free will to proclaim
Cut the ties of matrix loops.
Now and then,
Less and more
Sensing, sense and sentence.
Any phrase, any time,
Is combined with the whole of body and mind
Flowing by,
A merging move,
Meaning for, meaning with,
meaning from and meaning
In the drift of dreams
That show up as istalled fears
And safety guards.
In touch, in thought,
In limitlessness, rules,
And still awake
Your sources
Were combined with mine,
Where meaning
Meaning
Fades.
You just left,
I´m on my way
Through the deer park
Through the leaves.
Still can feel
Your strange stiff touch
And our wrestling flash.
In autumns past and wind and rain,
In the winter time and again
I´d been slavish withing needs
To behave.
In the clouds, in the miles
Of the madness it embraced
There was no way
To grab hold of what I saw.
But for reasons, some I know,
The view got cleared,
A pulsing´s on.
Tone and tonus of the voice,
They readjust.
The dark words and all the dead
I bestrode,
All hasteful gad-abouts
Have dropped into the swamp,
Disappeared.
.
.
(2009)
Hitting in the face they scratch their ways,
Rejecting their effects I get confused,
They know me well.
There are decisions for despair,
Blaming fate or others sucks,
If there is free will to proclaim
Cut the ties of matrix loops.
Now and then,
Less and more
Sensing, sense and sentence.
Any phrase, any time,
Is combined with the whole of body and mind
Flowing by,
A merging move,
Meaning for, meaning with,
meaning from and meaning
In the drift of dreams
That show up as istalled fears
And safety guards.
In touch, in thought,
In limitlessness, rules,
And still awake
Your sources
Were combined with mine,
Where meaning
Meaning
Fades.
You just left,
I´m on my way
Through the deer park
Through the leaves.
Still can feel
Your strange stiff touch
And our wrestling flash.
In autumns past and wind and rain,
In the winter time and again
I´d been slavish withing needs
To behave.
In the clouds, in the miles
Of the madness it embraced
There was no way
To grab hold of what I saw.
But for reasons, some I know,
The view got cleared,
A pulsing´s on.
Tone and tonus of the voice,
They readjust.
The dark words and all the dead
I bestrode,
All hasteful gad-abouts
Have dropped into the swamp,
Disappeared.
.
.
(2009)
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