Poetry
Please allow me to introduce:
SYMPATHY
It is hairy on the fingertips
It is hairy in the palms.
It has white eyeballs,
that shine with the trust,
of everlasting knowledge,
of nature.
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None of you are special.
Fear is the drive.
Friendship is discipline.
Darkness is innocent.
Shake hands with your inner fear
Shake hands with your fantasy.
Rendez-vous
Frosty night,
starry sky.
The machinery arrives.
The tiny humans inside it.
Shadows and fear
of a neverending winter.
Burn in the heat of love.
Wives
Pluses and minuses make an equation that is ever expanding.
Side by side, the trees form the woods.
The woods are filled with wives. They originate from different seeds, some are without roots, some are ironic or funny or strong or gentle or divine... an endless list.
They have collected the leaves of different experience, into their common roof.
Shake off the leaves, collect them again, mix them well and fish out new ideas. Give them a new appearance.
The wives stick together and that makes them strong. Nobody knows who got the idea, originally, or who owns which foot when they all share one bed.
True nature is strong.
The animals in the woods smell each other. They smell enemies and they smell friends, hunters and prey. The hunters are strong and they smell blood. They will show no mercy.
The wives have smelled a scent that no one else can smell.
They gather and go on a trip to a place that doesnít exist. On their journey they communicate and their destination forms
Where Do We Go From Here?
The soul is pure and proud,
in our house of safety.
There is never an angry cloud,
still outside there is plenty.
Curiosity drove us from our happy nest.
Looking for a new dimension.
We hoped for all the best,
in the land of beauty and tension.
The cliffs are high and scary
The bodies are small and vary
The face of the sky is eerie
This is misery.
We ask the whale! Help!
We ask the wind! Help!
We ask the waves! Help!
We ask the world! Help!
Never reason with nature.
They have received a strange message.
Their radio has told them a tale.
They go gladly on this passage.
They believe this whale.
Seeing that beauty is dying
Braveness fills their hearts and limbs
Their senses feel the crying
Searching the edges and rims
In the soft embrace of nature
The dog gives the kiss of life
Where do we go from here?
We are dressed for eternity.
Blow Job
The Magical Defrosting of a Marvelous Treasure
On top
of this long legged table
is a thick frozen iceblock.
The sound of steel heels
touching shiny marble floors
is echoing
through the skincolored rooms.
You will enjoy this Blow Job
with your eyes, ears, nose and all.
It will be a joy job.
Still, it will
take an effort, and
approximately 25 minutes.
The wonderful warm heated wind
will help.
Our shoes are good
for breaking the ice.
The rubber gloves and safety glasses
are necessery and nice.
If somebody gets tired
or maybe dreamy or unpatient.
The luxurious wine and berries
will always love you.
All this
will make us and It free.
It is what's inside that matters.
We will reveal
the unifying symbol.
Thank you everybody.
Thank you pioneers.
Freedom - Beauty - Freetime
Feelings!
To have a tent, is that freedom to travel?
Is a big lipstick better than a small lipstick?
What is big and what is small?
What is good and what is bad?
Is it necessery to wonder about this all the time?
When wil the mayonnaise turn yellow?
Higher Beings
We are all higher beings
We are situated in an adventure where everything is real.
Do you feel bad? You can change that.
Are you sour? You can be sweet.
Are you happy? You can be even happier.........
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Here we have four hearts.
Place yourselves on their outlines.
We will give you the stars.
Fill this thin line with hope and power.
Higher Beings will bring you the light.
Give each other the light.
You are beautiful.
This is a wishing moment.
We are joined in the power of a wish.
Close your eyes and wish.
Cardiac Circus poetry:
The riddle of the raven
Black feathers glow.
A puddle of oil revealing colorshow
What ‘s the news?
Where have you been?
Tell us what you’ve seen.
On the rim, the edge
Is life ready for death?
Power in hand, curing, destroying
Salvation for the doer
The guardian of life has spoken
Leaving many hearts broken.
In the beginning is the end
In happiness, sorrow
In life, death.
In madness, reason.
In circus,truth.
A Family of Weapons
We stand in the natural torture cell,
Nature in disguise as a horizontal Iron Maiden.
Strangling curiosity grabs hold of us.
Scratch us gently, curiosity chemical.
This is my wet hole, cavity, fissure,
crack, perforation, cavity.
Knives of frozen water feel the body temperature.
A family of weapons is hanging in fury from the soil.
Surgery for Ecstasy
A surgical entry into a treasure chest should be taken on with frantic preciseness.
I love my treasure therefore I’d like to take a look.
My anger is allowed. The hair is rising. The blade is turned on.
Afterwards the concrete will absorb you and you will slowly start to decorate the dead mineral, cold poison.
In one hundred years, you will become a nation of billions.
With an undetermined color and approx. 1 mm big.
You cannot speak and you will never go anywhere.
The Eggs
Cook the babies in the natural pot.
Get them from their mothers.
They live in places that are hard to reach.
They live on dirty sills, high above the rocky shore.
A rope might come in handy if you are not afraid of heights.
Again, the price of slipping is death.
This house is full of food. But you will never find the door.
Tiger
In the core lives the heat. And the problems sleep there too.
If you poke to hard it all jumps out like an infuriated tiger that has forgotten the cause of its anger.
You can never make it go back, it will not listen. It doesn’t understand the language you know.
Nr. 1
In the magic mountain
The ruthless anger
Tries to take control
How can the good
Thrive in black conditions?
Cold steel of insanity
Ladies of good nature
This is your task
The future is in you
The mixture is in you
Eggs, wine and good will
Hunt the evil
Hunt the master
Hunt for your life
Try this at home
Use help of birds
Use help of other mankind
Use help of each other
Nr. 2
The wolf has killed
The ladies are dead
Anger has taken good away
Sadness blows with the cold wind
Nothing is human no more
The spell has been broken
By the animal of darkness
This is no fairytale
Hundreds years have passed
Now the time has come
Will there be a new song?
A song of crystal and wine
A song of therapy
A song for humans
Children will be born
Nr. 3
Life is a spirit of many things
Many are sad
For sadness there is no cure
Except in the fantasy
They who are not good
They are sad
They dream of breaking
Breaking hearts of the good
Power is their cure
Power is their sadness
Power is their fantasy
Friends of evil will not share
The life of beautiful things
Like nature and picnic
Like storm and whisky
And many more things
Is this possible in reality?
