Season: Winter

Urgent Urge

I’ve the urgent urge to do something extremely extreme.

Like renounce my work without knowing where to get money from after

Like run naked down the main street of Hong Kong

Like going beyond the known things.

Instead I’m browsing Facebook.

That’s also extreme. 

Extremely retarded.

Season: Winter

Let Go

Sometimes the only way to see a person to be happy, is to let him go.

And sometimes you have to extend this even to the point to let the person go out of your thoughts. 

It’s not enough to open the door. also mental attention can bound somebody, bound him to yourself, until it will get you straight to the point you call „dissatisfaction”.

Don’t cry to long after persons you let go away.

In your DNA something of them will keep on living in you, as a subtle signature.

In every cell, in every particle, they are living as a blind memoir, as a subtle feeling.

Always you will keep the loved one’s like notes in the score of your soul.

Your consciousness will recognize primarily the discordant notes. 

Those are the most important, then only thorough them you will recognize the grate sound of harmony, which is always present there where the discords don’t resound.

Love is very similar to music.

Both are invisible for all eternities.

Incomprehensible, without solid body.

Once a song ends- where did it go?-

And how did it manage to touch your heart so strong?

Without hands and even body?

All music, all love, is volatile.

You can’t catch it.

It can’t be captured.

It’s the same with encounters in-between humans.

They only exist as long their song lasts.

Season: Winter

Foggy Thoughts

foggy thoughts

and bulky dreams

are like deadly shots

ending in bloodstreams

stroking you, like slipknots
made of deems
catching you on the exact spots
where you feel safe, or so it seems…

Season: Winter

What’s Love

what’s love

the child asked 

and the parents lied

what’s life 

the child asked

and the parents lied

whats the death

the child asked

and the parents lied

whats hate

the child asked

and the parents lied

why am i here

the child asked

and the parents…

looked to each other

with a repentant look

Season: Winter

In Sleepless Nights

In sleepless nights

and sleepy days,

unlike thoughtful knight’s

frozen my brain stays,

fighting hopeless fights

against daily grays,

without any insights

on life’s plays,

pretending rights

another’s life pays,

seeking lights

lightning my runways,

something my destiny rewrites

in endless essays….

Season: Winter

Don’t Play Games

There exist peoples, who won’t understand one thing:

that that there are peoples who seem to understand that

there are peoples who understand one thing:

that there are peoples who don’t want to understand:

there are peoples who can’t understand:

there are peoples who are able to understand one thing:

that there are peoples who will never understand:

there are peoples who maybe one day will understand,

that there are peoples who always understand one thing:

there are peoples who should understand:

there are peoples who could understand:

understand one thing:

you can’t play games with me!

Without understanding one thing

you will not win the game

believe it or not

you won’t get the pot!

don’t play games,

you will loose anyway, so

DON’T PLAY GAMES WITH ME

Season: Winter

Was ist es Denn

Was ist es denn,

was sollte es,

das was euer liebstes,

oder das was teuer liebtest?

Was soll das kümmern,

was soll das wimmern,

über das was fehlt,

wenn ihr’s nicht seht?

Was ist es denn,

was sollte es,

das was ihr am liebsten,

das was ihr das liebste nennt?

Ist es euer alles,

ist es euer nichts!

Muss es sein,

kann es sein?

Müssen tut ihr doch endlos,

nur enden könnt ihr!

Das ist es was ihr wollt?

Zu tun,

was statt sollen,

sein kann!

Allem könnt ihr ein ende setzen,

und nichts wird allem setzen ein ENDE