unfinished .. endless

Sometimes .. yes sometimes I want to cut my brain off....
Would like to take a sharp knife, holding with both hands and cut it into pieces.
Why shall I have one, when it seems as no one else has a brain to use.
It doesn,t seem, as if people really are using it. Especially to think about their
own steps filled with no sense ... with nonsense .....
It,s difficúlt I know, but suggesting that there is a brain, they should start to use it ...
but don,t doubt about, that time will not come, when humanity in its whole
starts to think about itself.
So the world around will stay filled with bodys and brains with unused brains inside ..
Figures, marionettes, used and forgotten ones are running through their daily nightmare
and even in nighttime there is no sense inside their doing.....
Waiting while sleeping for annother uncontrolled day.....
Really nothing they can have a decision about by their own ....
USED FROM LIFE TO ACT AROUND AS IT WANTS.
I want to play the piano .... wild and free ....

Thinking .. what ? Thinking ?

Crazy words
Heard all around
No one there dicussing them
Crazy thoughts
Everywhere
No way to know all about
While I am sitting at my edge
taking care for my own
the daylight comes to its end
So the daily nightmares close the doors
and leave alone all these who did not got it at all
All of these humans who forgot
all things they have thrown overboard.
No individuality anymore
Everyone is happy taking the same steps
as the other ones and all the rest
so .. how far did you step into normality?
I hope you did not loose sensibility ...
Don,t want to get infiltrated
from all these common movings around me
I always want to try to choose my own way to be
Changing ... Choosing .. Looking .. Asking myself
Where am I and where do I want to be.
Who are you .. perhaps the same .. No, not at all ... but perhaps similar

flying bee

such a little step

Words .... written on that wall behind me ...don,t know them .............................

to exhausted and tired of daily life to turn

around .....................................

so I could read them

But I guess there is nothing new inside ....

so I stay leaning back ... staring into sweet nothing

thinking about my own

Some times I want to cry

loud and louder ...

louder than everything around me ...

so only I willbe there .....

only me and my crying voice ......

all this stupidity

all this madness

all this greyness around

all these empty brains around

... all running in circles

..always acting the same way

all these same spoken words ... poor words ... missused

...come on world ... leave all these behind you

come to me .... hide yourself ...

into my heart

into my mind

take place .. take a seat ... rest and stay

don,t any longer mind about all those people

.. are they really so empty

.. are they really lost for their own life

.. did they all loose their dreams

poor world .. come with me .. to my own star ...far away ....

come on .. come on ..

I lost it all ... did a big step away from all

...settled down in loneliness

.............but watching and looking around

.seeing, how world is moving and I am angry ....

Sometimes I am very angry .... about all this

and I can,t help myself ....

So then I look for a corner ... for an edge

,.. to sit down

.. to close my eyes

.. to shut my ears

.. and thinking about being far away

... on my own star

so then I am happy, when I am able to feel natures elements being with me..

Why have I to be back

Why can,t I leave all this for ever...

Why am I sitting alone with all these thoughts...

...why ... why ... why ... why

Is there someone outside there

...Please, listen to me

..... don,t be away

Words ... kind of use

What I like is dancing with thoughts .... join me

Be by my side ... running around in our own happiness!

How things can be changed ... ?

roadside

I was sitting near by the road .. remembering something that had been there before ...
I was sure, that something has been coming up before ... some idea in my mind ...
One, i was thinking about, ..
But the road beside me did took the thoughts away ...
It has been a good one, as i remember still......
I like the road, too .. being ón it ... travelling on it ... just a free mind without an aim
and sometimes even out of time ....
So i do not have to decide which one i will take ..
I will take these both …roads and the thaughts …even the lost ones….to travel with

Schwere

Gedanken-punkte

. Eine Schwere, unbekannt, noch nie gekannt, liegt auf mir.
. . Macht mich müde .. .... ...
. Hält mich unten ... ....... ...
... ..... .... Ich träume .. ...
. Heute erreichte ich eine Ecke aus Finsterniss. ...
. Wege waren da, die sich kreuzten. ....
... .. Lichter standen auf Rot. ...
. Und ich war nicht allein . . . .
. . . Überall standen Leute herum ...
. Ich konnte nicht weiter ... . sie liessen mich nicht sehen ..
. Die Entscheidung schlich herum. ... . ... .
. Von Wand zu Wand zog sie ihren Weg . ... .. .
. Spiegel vervielfältigten ihre Gegenwart .. . .. .
. . Und alle Strassen, die ich sah, hatten kein Ende . . . . .
. Sie verloren sich in Dunkelheit . .. ... ..
. Was ist, wenn ich eine Strasse wähle und auf ihr weitermöcht .. ?
. . Sind dann die Hindernisse weg . ?
.. .. .. Ich werd nicht fragen und einfach gehen .. ... ... .. . ..

geh die Strass einfach weiter ..
lass die Leute und Gedanken-punkte, die
da kommen und dich greifen, einfach sein.
Dann bist du frei und leicht !

pure nature

Nature is always better than .....


fiction


science



But imagination is of highest value ...


and phantasie ..... and dreams

direkt vor dir

„Fühlst du deine Ohren“
„Spürst du deinen Atem“

„Vielleicht ist es um dich herum und in dir drin zu laut“
„Hör doch, wie die Stille klingt“
„Fühle, wie deine Ohren sich auftun und hören“

Dann spürst du deinen Atem - wie er leise -
kommt und wie er - wieder geht
Du hörst..du spürst..du fühlst dich
Du fühlst deine Haut und spürst, wie dein Atem sich
durch dich bewegt.


"Hast du ein Selbstbewusstsein ?
Bist du dir deiner selbst bewusst ?
Wenn ja
dann komm getrost herbei.
und sei doch einfach mit dabei,
wie sich etwas ändert."

Steps to fly

Poison on the roads.

At the abyss. On a grassland.
The wind gently shuffles me forward.
Stay? At this place?
The dread wind whispers to me.
Laughing words of the deep abyss the wind is whispering to me.
A gentle cure draws through me like a wave.
A dark pull jerks at my limbs.
My thoughts want to jump.
Up into the unknown.
Out of my body.
I am standing there and am looking down.
What is expecting me.
The wind beside me will not tell me.
Don,t it knows it?
Will I jump alone or however with it.
I want to fly. To victory my fear and to be free.
Running around and looking.
Seeing new things and sample.
But what keeps me down, is the land. With its bearing strength and power.
So, would I go, I won,t loose nothing, but the ground.
I would win something.
For sure.
But I don,t want to go alone.

Boredom

It,s such a boring time ... though sun is shining
and it,s hot outside ... but inside myself it,s cold.

There is so less around me, that really can amuse me,
even the daily dose of internet cannot change my mood.

It,s stupid ... it bothers me really ..
When will the change take place ....
I am not sure about .... so will it last a while.

It,s all static .. it,s all structured.

Do you believe ?

Because anything is fate.

Once i red, that the only thing that is above us is fate, and that is, what rules everyones life.

But be sure, as soon as you agree in this faith your life will be ended.
So say "NO" to that believe and try to observe yourself as well as possible.

Of course, there may be something like fate ... especially death is fate.
We cannot escape from that fact ... but anything else should be possible
to be changed into that kind of living, that we want to have.

It may not be easy, but with some ... with a lot of ... effort, we will
be able to construct all the daily life situation as we want.

But it is very difficult ... think about changing your mind from sadness into
happiness and think about, how exceedingly difficult that will become.

Reality

Artist.
Artistic.
Antarctic.
Arctic.

Someone told me sometimes, that
making art is a very unreal thing.
without any connection to reality..

But me is thinking, that it is not true,
because even minds and thoughts are something,
that comes out of someones own .. for him/her ... real visions.

So...we should never forget, that even
the imagination and the developing of inner ideas
has a real character
and so it is connected in many ways to our reality.

May be, that the surrounding you are living in,
does not fit to your art ...
but so take your doing for real and not the ppl around.

Are dreams not even a kind of reality ....
everything you learn or have experience with
is a part of that great and big reality, where we are living in.

You cannot touch dreams, visions, .. but it belongs to ourselves...
to that, what we believe to be ...
and you know that even believing into something
can change into a road, that you can travel on.

High above

Good place to stay for awhile

where am I

Confusion

I am sitting at the table ...
in front of me the mirror ...
it,s dark and without a picture inside ...
I am wondering why it is so.

Perhaps the glass is broken...
but perhaps it is me, who is hurt.

May be, that I can,t imagine myself
any longer...
even in the glass of a mirror.