keys

Outdoor in the rain .
I can feel every single drop on my skin.
Needles and balls.
See, how the sky is doing its fall .
Moving sidewards .
Dancing forward .
Thinking about people .
Wondering .
Hiding in my corners .
The door is shut .
Open the window .
I want seeing the sun .
The doors stay closed . ... Noone trespassing .
Not even me wants stepping through holes in the wall .
Laughing out loud .
Echos from the walls around .
Breaking them down .
Allowing a view to the outside and more .
I can see friendly fishes on the ground .
My eyes are rolling on the floor.

Morningsong

"Sing that song of nightbirds together with me.
Let,s feed the darkness with tunes and melodies.
Let,s hide the fear and forget all the tears.
Don,t cry for the morning.
We will cross the black night with our wings and cries.
We will reach the high clouds in the sky.
Let,s take a rest and look down.
We cannot see things, we only can guess around.
I want to stay . I don,t want to touch the ground.
What about you, my fellow? Missing the sound?
My wings are yellow.
So it easy to follow.
Here,s the street of my sound."

Don,t know .. don,t have to know

Avenues
In my head .. in my brain
Me sailing on an ocean, grey from sadness.
Everything,s so wide, so far away. Nothing to hold on.
The waters so deep. The wind will become my friend.
Endless. Useless.
It,s blowing salty water into my face, waken me up from thinking.
Endless. Useless.
Birds are passing by without stopping. Screaming.
My fingers are cold.
I want to play the piano.
Boring nonsense.
I am missing colours.

sincerely

I hate to sit greyminded in my inner rooms
not finding a door to let me out.
Night get a part of my own.
Daylight is something, that I started to hate.
Lost the sunshine inside mine.
No one, who knocked from outside.
I was aware of crazyness taking me away.
I bonded mself to the wall not to slip to the ground.
I never would stand up again.
Hands not there to help me out.
No mouth that cried to me into the own darkness.
Will you help yourself?

Nonsense

SOMEONE
SOMEHOW
SOMEWHERE

EVERYONE
EVERYWHERE

NOONE
NOWHERE

ANYWAY

Licht

Licht
Heller als zuvor
Keine Schatten
Keine Formen scharf gezeichnet
Helligkeit in reiner Form
Farben nutzlos gesucht
Und Dunkelheit
Verzweigtes Dickicht
Kein Ausweg heraus
Keine Grenze ... ohne Ende
Sinnlos, zu suchen.

Ich bleibe hier stehen
Und warte auf des Tages Licht
Ich will mich nicht verlieren
in dem Gestrüpp der Lichtlosigkeit
Auch such ich keine Schatten und versteckte Orte,
wo ich mich verlieren könnt.
Ich will einen Weg, den ich gehen kann.

zufällig

Manchmal denke ich, ob ...
Ist das Leben lebenswert?
Ist das Leben wert, gelebt zu werden.
Wieso, weshalb, warum das ganze Theater,
der ganze Firlefanz um Nichts und Garnichts!
Es ist nicht so, dass das Leben nicht interessante Seiten hat.
Aber es ist wie ein Buch, das zu schnell zu Ende gelesen sein wird.
Und auf der letzten Seite fragst du dich dann wahrscheinlich, was der Inhalt
war oder welchen Sinn das alles hatte.
Denn bald wird das Buch ausgelesen sein, zugeklappt wird es werden.
Und du bist weder noch Hauptfigur oder Statist, sondern einfach nicht mehr existent.
Aus. Vorbei. Für immer.
Bedenke, du kannst nichts mit hinüber nehmen. Wohin auch immer du dich begeben wirst.
Also sollte doch ein Jeder versuchen, alles in seinem Leben zu nehmen, was er kriegen kann,
um es dann am Ende der Geschichte aufzugeben und hinter sich zu lassen.
Ausgelesen. Weggelesen und ins Regal gestellt als Erinnerung für Andere, die Bücher
lesen.
Welchen Sinn hat das Leben, als den, gelebt zu werden.
Zu banal. Zu einfach.
Banal.
Einach.
Banal.

Lost and tried

A fire .... at nowhere nearby the road.
Cold nights.
A paraglider leaving lines on the empty grey ground.
Holding the wide horizon with lightness and cold hands.
Shouting eyes won,t stop to look.
Thousands of screaming birds.
Songs like knifes cutting the landscape into pieces putting one onto another one.
Like melting cakes in little, tiny hands.
Growing thunder makes me hiding away from the heat. Icy waterfalls in my mind.
Getting touched by everything.

Oh, Mensch

Menschen mir ihren Gesichtern, die an mir vorbeirauschen ....
Unbestimmte Schemen. Vages Huschen durch meinen Verstand.
Was sind Sie wert?
Wie Hühner sind sie oft ... immer auf der Suche nach Körnern,
die Ihnen vorgeworfen werden. Pick, pick, pick.
Sie verlassen nie Ihren Stall ... springen nie über den Zaun, über den Graben.
Sie haben ihre festgefügten Zeiten.
Ihr Verstand ist gefüllt mit Vorgaben und Aufgaben, die sie nur zu gern erfüllen.
Denn wie ist es doch leicht, dem Leithammel zu folgen und nichts hinterfragen
zu müssen.
Everyone does his duty ... sagte Admiral Nelson zu seinen Sodaten, bevor sie in
die Schlacht zogen,um für nichts und wieder nichts zu sterben.
Sie taten es wahrscheinlich sogar mit einem Lächeln auf den Lippen.
Ich frage mich ständig, warum es diese Rasse Tier überhaupt gibt.
Denn Sie sind es doch, die alles zerstören und sich gegenseitig überflüssigerweise
auch noch.
Warum gibt es Sie? Nur, damit ich mich darüber ärgern kann?
Okay, auch ich bin von dieser Art, aber nur von der äusserlichen Form her. Angepasst? Nein!
Aber doch dazwischen und jederzeit Ihrer Gewohnheiten gewahr.
Ach, was sie mich doch langweilen und verletzen mit Ihrem Unverstand und mit
Ihrer Gabe Alles und Alles zu wiederholen.
Noch nie hat sich entscheidend etwas geändert. Nie.
Es wiederholt sich immer Alles immer wieder von vorn. Sogar die Querdenker und
die Revolutionen und Umsturzversuche sind immer mal wieder in Abständen
da, um nicht ganz aus der Mode zu kommen.
Als ob da ein Mechanismus im Gange wäre, das alles antreibt und das ein Räderwerk ist,
wo immer die gleichen Zähne der Zeit am Werk sind.
Ach, was sind die Menschen doch glücklich in Ihrer Dummheit.
Am besten vor den Toren der Menschheit stehen und sich den Bauch halten vor
lauter Lachen und aufpassen, dass es nicht irgendwann schmerzt.
Oh,Mensch .... armes Tier unter Vielen.
Ihr tut mir so leid.
Wer bin ich aber dann. Fragt nicht. ich weiss es nicht.
Purer Zynismus, Sarkasmus oder Wahrheit. Wählt.
To be translated .. later

Identity

Let's take the colour red,
let's take the colour green,
let's have a colour without a name to have something of your own.,

Where is it grown? All alone!

So , unfortunately, you can,t believe it,
because it's not known..

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