Anger and Adoration

Sonntag, 27. April 2008

to be free

I long for it
I´m dreaming from
the more I´m stringed
the more I imagine it

where´s freedom
where´s independance
are there only words
are they for me, too?

stop talking about it
stop the lighting descriptions
there´s nothing but ashes
and noone will return without going

I go, yes, it´s right, I go
looking, listening, hoping
concentrating my powers
I´ll free myself and be born again

flowers falling down
birds can´t fly any more
I failed, I´m broken
strings like snakes coming
and tie up my hands, my feet
and I´m sinking in dependance
and despair

Freitag, 18. April 2008

creativity

there´s a point of no return
a sudden impulse
a sudden heat
and you have to run

a thought as small as a bug
an idea as fast as wind
catch it
hold it

write it down
draw it on paper, walls or floor
set it in floods of music
put it in stone, steel, clay

it´s not me writing
not my own thoughts
inspiration comes from elsewhere
electrifying like a lightning
and thunder following immediatly

give up your dreams and hopes
give up vanity and pride
you´re nothing but a slave
who had to write, paint, compose, create
for an invisible chaos
which at last will devour you

Mittwoch, 9. April 2008

friendship

give me your hand
say hello
and stay

I can laugh with you
I can talk without thinking
no borderline

you know me
we are welded together
our bodies are from glass
and never we have secrets

come on let´s fly away
let´s go and find our paradies
and help me to survive

suddenly there´s strangeness
I can´t hear you
and I could cry
don´t go away, don´t

I see you vanish
love was stronger
I´m only a friend

friendship I adore you
how I hate you, how I need you
how dependent you make me

Sonntag, 6. April 2008

hate

what´s hate, I´ve heard you ask
I never have hated, you told
I was furious sometimes
but hate? No I don´t know what it means

lucky person
be happy not to know
the stringing around your head
no thought´s able to calm down
no brain can stop the eruption

it´s not the fly into a fury
nor the grumbling of anger
it´s a dangerous weapon
a finger of ice
killing at first myself

you rape me and control
you give the orders without question
and I had to obey
and I see myself breaking to pieces

following your demands
world, friends and love
falling in blackened death
killed from my hate