Haikus (1)
And he said to me
Few moments last forever
And this one passed
So where is this place
You told me so much about
You never said where
Where are our minds when
When we just sit there and smile
Listen to the wind
Can you feel it too
Have you ever thought about
About the fields of home
The trees they have grown
Many a cloud has passed by
Has anything changed
Change
The world is bad
It makes us sad
Have you seen the news tonight?
Isn’t it troubling you, too?
To see the pictures
Which they’re showing every night
Bombs exploding
Corpses fill the streets
Hungry children, starving,
Nothing there to eat
So many wrongs in the world
Don’t you want to make
Tomorrow a better place
A better place to live,
Tomorrow could be better
Better than yesterday,
Even better than today,
It could be quite OK
Don’t just let it be
The way it’s gonna be,
Change the way it is today
Don’t be afraid to speak up
Dare to say no,
We gotta show
Things don’t go our way
Take in the wrongs,
Make out what’s right
Raise your voice
Get up to change what’s wrong,
Come down onto the streets
Don’t close your eyes
When you see the wrongs,
Open your mouth
Speak up don’t have no fear
You gotta dare to speak,
Gotta get rid of all wrongs,
Gotta get your rights
We got a long way to go
But don’t fear
We’ll get there in the end
Written/Geschrieben 2003 & 2006 (First Verse/Erste Strophe) & 2008 (Revised/Überarbeitet) & 2010 (Finished/Beendet)
Strange Words
Roofs of cloud
Flowering floors
Walls of water
Windows of sun
Leaning on the meaning of life in times of sorrow
Strange words flowing down rushing rivers of sweet-sour tears
Crying mountains of light with red-hot snow on a sun of ice
Sloping paths through forests of flying steel
Blue cotton-wool-sheep grazing on cold deserts of orange slime
The flowers grow to the roof, into the clouds.
The light pierces the walls of water through windows of sun
Falling into sorrow, thinking about something we can’t understand
The meaning of life
The rushing sweet-sour tear-river rips these strange words apart
It’s carrying them into the sea of wisdom
Where the old wise from some unknown continent of old, with nothing better to do, put them back together
While they watch the red-hot snow-covered light-mountains cry on an ice-sun and the cotton-wool-sheep graze on cold orange-slime-deserts
and walk the sloping paths through the flying-steel-forests
The roof grows through the flowers,
over the clouds in the light night-sky
The light of the night from the sun feeds the roof,
on the water of the walls
Sorrow is sitting under a lamp post,
which fills the days with darkness,
waiting for the meaning of life to get off the bus of time,
but the bus isn’t on time
The rushing sweet-sour tear-river,
coming from the crying red-hot snow-covered light-mountains,
with sloping paths through the flying-steel-forests, on an ice sun,
has broken down the bridge over troubled water,
which the bus of time would have used to be on time.
Written/Geschrieben January/Januar 2006
You’ve seen Africa
Lionesses hunting in the prairie sun,
Rhinos grazing slow, ever so,
Antelopes gazing to and fro,
in to the endless lands,
of prairie sun and wilderness,
Elephants without no fear
They’re going for their late night drink
at the waterhole,
it is a pub-like atmosphere,
meeting time for prairie folks from near and far,
thus shows the camera,
watch the sun go down,
and go back to town,
put on your crown,
rule the world from inside your palace doors,
don’t see the poor, don’t care no more,
you’ve seen the prairie,
you’ve seen Africa,
the living was fine,
and always the sunshine
Written/Geschrieben October/Oktober 2003
Come Home Summer
Long winter months of sorrow, dark and waiting,
waiting for the new sun to come,
come home summer,
summer come,
come on home sun,
come on,
Long winter months of colourlessness, black and shades of grey,
waiting for new colour to flow in,
come home fun,
please come,
come on,
visit me,
colour sea,
let me see you,
Winter’s over,
spring time,
makes me feel free,
let me swim in your green sea,
let me see your colours,
spring time’s free,
lets me be me,
and you be you
Written/Geschrieben December/Dezember 2003
I hear the poisons talking
I see the fire, walking
I see people, but they’re not talking
I see noises, but I can’t hear them
I see the fire, walking, in the rain
I see the rain, burning
I see the wind, sitting, on a bench
I see the sun, but I can’t feel the heat
I see, but I don’t believe
I see, but it’s not real
I see, but is it true?
I smell the air, but is it healthy?
I smell the poison in the air
I feel the poison in the ground
I taste the poison in the food
I hear the poisons talking
I see the rain, but it doesn’t reach the ground
I don’t understand
I see you smell,
you smell me feel,
I feel you hear,
you hear me see,
I see you die
I cry, but the poisons are still talking
I hear the poisons talking
Written/Geschrieben October/Oktober 2003
What would it be like?
What would it be like if anger was love,
if death was life,
if wars were parties,
if you could tell the truth,
What would it be like if the world was the other way round,
if north was south,
if east was west,
if richness was disease,
if poverty was health
What would it be like if you could believe in what you think,
if you could kill by only one thought,
if all the troubles in this world would disappear,
if fear was strength
if bigotry was fairness
What would it be like?
Written/Geschrieben November 2003
I Adore!
I’ve found something new
it seems to be all the rage
with people of a certain age
it has took the stage
with flames flaring
and a chill through the bone
nothing can stop it
it has taken off like a skyrocket
it has turned me over
upside down and inside out
churning round
in my brain
and in my stomach
it’s a crazy thing
a beautiful thing
I’ve found something new
makes me feel blue
cannot think clear
tears rolling
thoughts strolling
unknown paths
don’t know where they go
I haven’t been this way before
haven’t seen this place before
haven’t felt this way before
I ADORE!
I’ve found something new
my world has gone askew
this thing grew
untilI I knew
at first I was not so sure
but now I know that
I ADORE!
I’ve found something new
keeps me thinking
is there something more
anything to say
except for
I ADORE!
I’ve found something new
I’m thinking of you
no one was like you for me before
I ADORE!
I’ve found something new
and I want more
I ADORE!
I’ve found something new
I ADORE!
I ADORE!
Written/Geschrieben August 2008
The Pursuit of Happiness
Go ahead, don’t read the signs
Drive into the night
And never look back
Now there’s no light
But there’ll be other times
There’s no use running away
You can go so far
But you can’t fight off feelings
Deep inside you know
Keep on looking
For happiness will come
When least expected
You can search the world
Sail every sea
Turn every stone
Maybe you’ll find what you’re looking for
Not on some distant shore
Maybe it was right there all the time
The History Makers
We are the history makers,
we are the movers and shakers,
we are the dreaming dreamers,
these dreams were dreamt before,
they’re ancient folklore
an ideal utopia that we adore
dream on my dreamers
these dreams are never gone
and always the sun has shone
We are the movers and shakers,
we are the history makers,
we strive to our utopia
no way there is too far
and the sun it shines upon us
the night it has not yet come
with its darkness into our soul
we wander through these lands
we linger on some grassy knoll
We are the movers and shakers,
we are the bread bakers,
we are the miners of riches,
which we don’t possess
for others to amass
but we still have our dreams
dreams that others dreamt before
they’re ancient folklore
an ideal utopia that we adore
Written/Geschrieben June/Juni 2009
