My life is, to a certain extent, a lesson in honesty. I have seen how I can manipulate the naked and plain truth. How I slowly lost myself in a polished world. And how I also damaged others in the process.
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Love songs [the blindness we fear]
Say something, I’m giving up on you
Sorry that I couldn’t get to you
Anywhere I would’ve followed you
So say something, I’m giving up on you
And I will stumble and fall
It’s all over my head
I know nothing at all
And I, I’m feeling so small
You’re the one that I love
I’m saying goodbye
So say something, I’m giving up on you
I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you
Anywhere I would’ve followed you
Say something, I’m giving up on you
And I will swallow my pride
I’m still learning to love
But I’m saying goodbye
So say
I’m so sorry I couldn’t get to you
So say
I’m so sorry that I couldn’t get to you
Say something, I’m giving up on you
I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you
No God [no answer]
We have to feel pain to grow.
Earth Not Above
Some of us need kindness
An act that we learn
A sun from the waste land calling
Bringing us back home
Shadows will guide us
Show us what’s true
Thoughts of the garden calling
Fading out too soon
Is this what we have become
Is this what we have become
Clear from the silence
Like finding out you know
Sight from the blindness
Drawing closer
Futures we own
Brings us back home
Is this what we have become
Is this what we have become
Is this what we have become
Is this what we have become
Some people need healing
Some people need love
Some light for that feeling
From earth not above
Some people need healing
Some people need love
Some light for that feeling
From earth not above
The weight of words [fly away]
Numerous letters. Filled with words, promising words, hollow words.
I clean up. Take stock. What do I want to take with me on my way? What is meaningless, what fits with me?
Everything that matters already has a place in the life history that has my name. It only counts for me – no one carries my life.
Where’s the trash can?
It doesn’t matter what they say
It doesn’t matter what they do
All that matters is my relationship to you
Love songs [90]
Let’s be clear: I’ve always have had joy inside my tears. There were so many tears that crying stopped. That was the time I didn’t recognized myself anymore — the reasons were, for most of us, obvious: adaptation in a desperate hope to be loved.
Let’s be clear: I don’t complain. Those tears were, in the end, small and insignificant. What’s magnificent are those tears of recognition, tenderness, connection.
Let it be a painting, a poem, a cantata by J.S. Bach, the squirrel dribbling from tree to tree, the hedgehog who reminds me of you in his nakedness, the pigeon that remains undisturbed on its nest, the outstretched hand of a chimpanzee, the countless shiny hair of my cats …
Let’s be clear: it’s love. Love is easier to discover when there are no ulterior motives. That is the pitfall of learned behavior. Our pitfall — homo sapiens.
Fortunately — there are also those (people) who brought joy inside my tears. Thanks.
Joy Inside My Tears
I’ve always come to the conclusion that ‘but’ is the way
Of asking for permission to lay something heavy on ones head
So I have tried to not be the one who’ll fall into that line
But what I feel inside I think you should know
And baby that’s you, you, you
Made life’s history
Cause you’ve brought some joy inside my tears
And you have done what no one thought could be
You’ve brought some joy inside my tears
I’ve always felt that tomorrow is for those who are too much afraid
To go past yesterday and start for today
I feel that lasting moments are coming far and few between
So I should tell you of the happiness that you bring
Baby, baby it’s you, you, you
Made life’s history
Oh baby, you’ve brought some joy inside my tears
Baby you have done what no one thought could be
You brought some joy inside my tears
You brought some joy inside my tears
You brought some joy inside my tears
Baby, baby you have done what no one thought could be
Hey, you brought some joy inside my tears
Gotta tell you
You, you, you made life’s history
You brought some joy inside my tears
You brought you brought you brought some joy inside my tears
Baby baby baby you have done what no one thought could be
You brought some joy inside my tears
You made it baby you made it baby made it made life’s history
You you you made life’s history
You brought some joy inside my tears
You have done what no one thought could be
Nobody ever thought it would be
You have done what no one thought could be
You you you made life’s history
Gotta shout about it baby
You brought some joy inside my tears
You have done what no one thought could be
You brought some joy inside my tears
You you you made life’s history
You brought some joy inside my tears
You brought some joy inside my tears
You brought some joy inside my tears
Remembering [the mere act of destination]
Like you have fifty shades of grey, you also have a variety of remembering — some of them are colored by obsession, some distorted by willful forgetting. Some are razor-sharp, despite the pain. Remembering is the filleting knife of our life path.
I’ve forgotten how long it was. And I am also reminded of the day itself by my electronic agenda. Yes, but then – every detail is as it was and as it should be. That simply says it is my destination.
Nothing else.
Do You Remember
Do you remember the late morning
When we went back to bed,
When we found the first position
And every muscle are resting
I do remember that I already knew
It was the last time,
The last time for first positions
The last time you’ll be mine
Do you remember the scars I showed you
The stories I told you
How I always said forever
When you aksed me to stay true
Do you remember when we forgot
How to smile at each other
To believe that the other
Want only whats good for you
Do you remember the late morning
When we went back to bed,
When we found the first position
And every muscle are resting
I do remember that I already knew
It was the last time,
The last time for first positions
The last time you’ll be mine
Small paradoxes [87]
Do you know that Petrus, at the gates of Eden, has your face? And, also, mine? We are our own silent witness.
Leaving men wholly, totally free
To do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what’s true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
Gates of Eden
Of war and peace the truth just twists
Its curfew gull just glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds
The cowboy angel rides
With his candle lit into the sun
Though its glow is waxed in black
All except when ‘neath the trees of Eden
The lamppost stands with folded arms
Its iron claws attached
To curbs ‘neath holes where babies wail
Though it shadows metal badge
All and all can only fall
With a crashing but meaningless blow
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden
The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
And then complains
Unto the shoeless hunter who’s gone deaf
But still remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
At ships with tattooed sails
Heading for the Gates of Eden
With a time-rusted compass blade
Aladdin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
Side saddle on the Golden Calf
And on their promises of paradise
You will not hear a laugh
All except inside the Gates of Eden
Relationships of ownership
They whisper in the wings
To those condemned to act accordingly
And wait for succeeding kings
And I try to harmonize with songs
The lonesome sparrow sings
There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden
The motorcycle black Madonna
Two-wheeled gypsy queen
And her silver-studded phantom cause
The gray flannel dwarf to scream
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
The kingdoms of experience
In the precious wind they rot
While paupers change possessions
Each one wishing for what the other has got
And the princess and the prince
Discuss what’s real and what is not
It doesn’t matter inside the Gates of Eden
The foreign sun, it squints upon
A bed that is never mine
As friends and other strangers
From their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly, totally free
To do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what’s true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
Amor Omnia Vincit 