surface

Too many surfaces ... again
Papers with quick written words cover the walls.
Every single letter without content.
I cannot look behind the words on the papers.
The room get papered with all those papers with letters on them.
Have I to read all those letters on the papers to be able taking a look
onto the wall behind?
Onto the next surface, where I can look again in surprice and boredom..
One wall is following the other one like stairs walking into distance.
Never reaching an end.
Unimportance all around.
Stairs and papers and an unfinished room with endless surfaces.
Letters, which are finished to sentences, but not being able to tell something.
I can see those bricks, which are in my mood, making me dreaming about
a wall, where is a door to trespass all this surface and surfaces.
A possible step into something, where there is no horizon. No beginning as no end.

whatever

Standing in the passing rain
high on a platform.
Flat land beyond me.
am I thinking about the deep horizon so far away
and the wide sea between
so I would have to swim for long
Island waving towards me
to take a rest on their beaches.
To get relaxed from all
Birds high above sailing in the white clouds
Are singing my melody of an untravelled way.
But accompanying me on my way
Through this dessert of water
From island to island .
Never reaching the promised horizon ?
The end or just another beginning of a new world to puzzle about.

Timedance

Days before
I was sitting at the door.
The keys holding in my hands.
Pictures behind the windows.

On the other side of the street,
where the neighbourhood begins,
loads of smiling dust is spinning around.
Covering big and small entitys wíth shiny table cloths.
Catching colours to paint the walls in downtown.
The newspaperman is praising daily illusions.
And endorsed papers are shooing away.
An umbrella for each to defend from the washing rain.

Up the stairs there will be lines and figures.
Structures with falling sides.
Bit by bit a milky melody is coming up.
Candles in the wind have no lights any more.

No end .. so to be continued
with scanning fingers
and asking eyes, who want too much

simple

Impatience
Pain
Lost dreams
Forgotten roads
It,s only me, who is
making mistaskes
I was so afraid of.
I was so afraid of
Was I trying to bond someone? No.
But I guess, it appeared to be so
I did not take time enough .
I could not wait.
I am so angry about.
Did upset someone, I guess .
Someone, whom I really admire
I did not misjudge. I cannot think so
I am confused.
I am in strange moods .Confused.
I know, what I am missing.
I know, what I could loose. But I really don,t want to.
But what to do now ... not simple.
Hiding away would be stupid.
Closing the past stupid as well.
I will wait in an empty corner. Alone.
But i don,t want to go away to far.
I have to let time pass by, because I can,t believe,
that it did end.
Something went wrong .
So, I have to learn to wait.

Now, my hope will become my best friend.
And the visions in my head .
Though they are not called by myself, they are present.
But what is so curious all about, is, that I did get something,
except my sadness
There is something new inside
Can,t describe it really .
It,s there . then it,s gone again
Don,t want to talk about
Want to hold it as a secret.

Vision

It,s time .
But I did loose my clock, that I never had .
I got some knowledge about time ... learned from other ones .
The structure of minutes and hours and the little seconds inside .
That,s what cut our lifes into pieces .
Come on, run. It,s time to do things .
Don,t forget to follow the rules .

Day is starting with daylight .
Night comes, when the light is switched off .
That,s all, what one has to know.
You have to fill your life with freedom from this time around .

Tick . tack . tack . tick .
Making crazy noises ... clocks . clocks .
Running is your job, not to loose a single little second of this chaos .
Little, very tiny structures, smiling because of our headless running around,
like it to see us moving so .
Hurry up . Didn,t you see this second running off .
Just a part of your so fullfilled life .You won,t get it back .

I don,t have structuring clocks, making loud noise in my ears .
I don,t need them to listen to life, that is surrounding me .
Looking for freedom without being divided into segments of industrialisation .
Get a rebell . Get a rvoluzzer . Take that chance .
Get away from time, that bonds you to be always aware of time limits .

Trance

Coloured whirlwinds

Subways and Emotions .
Blankets are hanging around filled with people .

The grey wind talks in a little corner .
Whispering .
From time to time he is laughing .

The twilight is too slow to move quick

My eyes are opened wide.
While I am sitting beside,
I can feel his restlesness .

Waiting for a train covered with noise.

Fixed to this place for ages,
he wants to move around again .
Dusty .. rusty .. grey .
Grey means walking into dark.
Not a very long way.

Earthquakes and dark nights

His long coat will follow him,
clean roads left behind .

While the rain is falling down,
waterdrops are dancing on umbrellas and faces .
Water will clean the air and clear the dust .
The grey wind may get soddened.
Irritations will follow every step

Do you feel that silence of a single drop fallen from high above ?

A story, that is not told, yet

Forgiveness

Touched with soft feathers,
Injured with frozen blades

Cutting emotions into pieces ..
scattering them anywhere ..

Wings of a bird, which don,t want to fly today
Only sitting in the old oak tree -
singing and dreaming

While time is passing by

Stories, that are told ...... somewhere

The little yellow shiny bee is busy
Wants to move around in long and slow spirals
Flowers, which are opened wide

Time stands still
Don,t want to pass by

Wind is laughing
sauntering around looking for a paper, which wants to be moved
Changing life page by page
Dying leaves are hiding, not to be blown away

Forgotten past

Screams of joy
The butterfly tries to sail with the wind
Her colours are painting the air with emptiness
Blue, green, white, yellow - unknown

Time passes by
- leaving clocks and hours behind

Broken structures

Stupidness

There is a place somewhere .. May be. Wherever.
You may step around like a hole in the air.
Windy pictures guiding your way ... so you cannot loose direction .
I am waiting for the wind .
Questions, questions, voices ...... again and again .
Crossing minds time by time .
Emptiness . Cries ! So much .
Help . Help . Help .

What is this all about ?
Can,t help myself ? No !
That,s not true . But - cannot help in believing what,s around me -
my eyes - my ears - what they see - what they hear .
What is life about ? What at all ?

Life is a dance .
Can you hear music ? That sort, without tunes ?
This one, that makes us moving all the time of living .
So the dances move on .
Just by its own . No dancer anywhere .
So darkness everywhere .
My steps are running away with the air . So invisible .
Not visible .
They are just walking by their own and so I am following .

Between them and me there is a wall without a door - without a window
to look through .
But I saw some ladders to climb above ..
to meet my steps on the other side .

And there without any kind of disturbing things - me and my
moving in life - will do a great and colourful dance .

Do you want to take a look over the wall, seeing yourself dancing ?

So, let,s open the window, while I am looking for a ladder .