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Call for darkness

Now it’s loose

My calling the darkness in the middle of the day

Can’t get it out

So somewhere I’m hiding something

Don’t want to make that a secret

Actually here’s what I’ve been hiding

A little loss of life

A big call from the centre of being

A silent approach to you

My twinkling stars of audience

Lost I am never in your company

But trying to find things

I’m a hard looker

So far away from me I search

To put some speed in this here boring life

Just to get over the bad hours

Where I hang in

So terrified as I saw you be

In order not to leave you I needed that

Where should I stay tonight if tomorrow is another day

Maybe that call for darkness will be postponed

Now that I found my reason

To be intelligent and to act dumb

Let’s put our self respect at the end of the road

So we can drive around and pick it up again

See how enlightening that could be

Getting lost is not the object of our plan

As long as there’s a plan

We can go on

But try to forget the importance of planning

While men and women are still around

To suck up the juice

To drink a little louder

To enjoy

What is in your mind today  

Distortion

When you play little tricks on me again

You stomach full of pain

I will leave you

I’ll go on living without a stomach

So sad it looks in dirty corners

Where my healing should lie

Better of than you I am

With my ways

But strain no muscle

Leave no homesick feeling behind

Harsh as it is

The hurt I feel is not so physical

My head is talking to a monster

While my legs have had it walking

Trying to make up a story ‘bout my feet

That have been where I have been

Who can tell with great certainty that feet don’t talk

I myself can’t be so certain

Beer bottles, mountains and cars have talked to me

Laughter

So sunny as it looks

So far away I’ve been

Closing in on girls drowning in beauty

Leaving out the info talk

Is there a bed open for you and me

Or are we too closed to talk

I am littler than little

With my fat being

Once there were times I dared to call

Still I do it sometimes

Maybe my being still does it

But dislikes the trouble it takes

To start a knowing

When will I be burned after being too lazy

Is there still no talking parrot

For who’s sake is there more ways of life

I’ve decided to die slowly

With no centre where thinking goes on

I leave it all to chance

Oh how I hate to be in the middle

Addiction

When you yearn

When you cry for nothing

When the light is otherwise off

When you cannot be left alone without

I dare say nothing

I learn less

I am awake at least

To hold my thoughts

How the mind rules the body

How the body can’t stand that

And has its own traps

Am I now weak or just decided

Don’t want to discuss this

I feel wise enough to walk

To a premature death

Because I can’t help feeling that I’m

Almost out of words

But then almost out of words is how I always write

Can’t decide whether I’m addicted to life

Or addicted to dying

I am burnt to ashes

People say

But at such a young age

I say

See how I always lived

I leave nothing to chance

It’s an image thing

I can get over things

I can laugh, even if it’s just the littlest smile

Real!

I can talk about things without destructive thoughts

It doesn’t make me more cool to others luckily

But the coolness I want to feel

On my way to death

Is always there after

Leave me to chance

I gamble on a winner

Whatever age he is

When abstract art peaks in about 150 years

These words will be free of addiction

Cynicism

As a cool wind ruins my sunny afternoon

I think there must be warmth in the shade

How you can get things out of not mentioned corners

Funny I will stay

You know I just tell on every joke

While they might pass you by when cynicism lacks you

Which off course is not a shame

While cynicism is like a precious Herb;

You should not throw it around on any occasion

Says the one who does it still

Behind every smile it is there

Such a refreshing way to make no friends at all

Double tongue excusing for being absent

While my cynicism holds a bottom visible

It might be easy to discover me

As blunt but naive 

 

Would you rather have it straight

Life gets boring

I am as alone as my eyes can see

I speak no longer in terms of gold

Once I tried to satisfy another

But only tears it brought

My own satisfaction lies in words I can’t reach

Isn’t that a funny man who hurts

So well acquainted with the destruction

Of well thought over peace talks

While I pass on war

While we get what I put out

And while I question the truth

For being too easy

Obsessed by one thought

Which is up front too little

Off course more is better, sir

Friendship

Friendship is gold

No need to turn bitter

What you invest is what you get back

The patience for each other between each line

I have many moments where I don’t know what to say

But I feel the honesty through any talk or non talk

Talkative or not warmth is what you get

But a friend can exist in someone you’ve never seen

Communicate fair and the love will come

People who turn you over in a frying pan

Ain’t got nobody to impress

Naive I call human kind my friend

But human kind off course in its amount

Is too diverse

So gold is after years

Or after a good embrace

Ruling men

Are you there already my beautiful fly friend

Buzzing over the sand

Is it necessary to stop on any corner

Or is the flesh in you quite similar

To the selfishness of men

 

I agree with any woman complaining

While I am a socialist

Throw in some politics

And the “big ones” respond

With their learned out of a book material

I myself, as small as it is, rely on friendly advice

But you big ones have trouble over one line

If I only had one line I’d burn myself

Love as an answer

If you say it’s not in your heart you’re a lyre

Everyone has greatness

Some on big points, some on little points

Now for me I dare to say it’s a big one

A final to all my wrongness

Trying to stay cool in this war-loving world

I’d like to retreat into a private world

Like those richies try by closing gates

My respect cannot be for them

Even if the police arrives late

The murdering should be stopped by us

Not by institutions

Let your love speak and don’t assume it’s nothing

Though the world seems big just speak it out

Even with one friend or on a poor piece of paper

I say the love for life is in every man

Don’t be ashamed to be little

And maybe whistle only a happy tune once in a while

The object is not to win but to soothe

And soothing we will be

And shooting can stop

And starts in loving ourselves

Life on earth is what we got

In some ways it’s good to be gullible

While it can harm you not to know

But it cannot kill you to speak out loud

Or you’d have to be in bad luck

Don’t we all have to take chances

What is your life worth if you speak not

Love in voices is always there to search for

Hatred’s screams you should not ignore

But answer to in love

With a chance of being a softy

That off course is hard

But fists are without meaning

That kind of thing is not working

But almost any man has felt the fist of hatred

Or witnessed unbelievable wrongness 

Answer not but with good thoughts

Any step is a step

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Any cry for help may introduce danger

But love is also reflecting

Don’t only wait for or want action

Rest is where you feel love deepest

 

 

Distortion

When you play little tricks on me again

You stomach full of pain

I will leave you

I’ll go on living without a stomach

So sad it looks in dirty corners

Where my healing should lie

Better of than you I am

With my ways

But strain no muscle

Leave no homesick feeling behind

Harsh as it is

The hurt I feel is not so physical

My head is talking to a monster

While my legs have had it walking

Trying to make up a story ‘bout my feet

That have been where I have been

Who can tell with great certainty that feet don’t talk

I myself can’t be so certain

Beer bottles, mountains and cars have talked to me

Laughter

So sunny as it looks

So far away I’ve been

Closing in on girls drowning in beauty

Leaving out the info talk

Is there a bed open for you and me

Or are we too closed to talk

I am littler than little

With my fat being

Once there were times I dared to call

Still I do it sometimes

Maybe my being still does it

But dislikes the trouble it takes

To start a knowing

When will I be burned after being too lazy

Is there still no talking parrot

For who’s sake is there more ways of life

I’ve decided to die slowly

With no centre where thinking goes on

I leave it all to chance

Oh how I hate to be in the middle

Power

If I were 16 years again

I’d follow the line of can

Do you think that going back in time

Is possible

You’d be a loser, I assume you don’t want that

The roaring winter of the sea

In the heart of summer

The immense power of staying alive

Showcase

In distances I see the fiery birds explain

Why they fall so hard if they don’t fly

Society’s laughter holds the denial

Of the ones who try harder

There is an explanation for every dying man

That sends him away with famous last words

Though calling it a feast for me would go too far

As the turning to another age is harder

Than blinking your eye in relaxation 

Be a human is double talk

While you cannot forget the shortcomings of us

Fight me a fight without bloodshed 

Surprise for once the humble peacekeepers

Who await the flight of birds patiently

Kicking in the dirt won’t help you much

If your shoes aren’t tied the game will be

Oh you so important winner

Do you get your kick before dinner

Or after when your stomach’s full

So easy to see the soreness and to cry it out

So hard’s your self respect to keep

I wonder nowadays who’s not for sale

In a world that goes around for free

Money’s talk is in languages

Made up for winning more

Oh so easy to have it in your pocket

But one grabbing hand steals the socket

Of all statues embracing

Find me another time I say to me

And watch the clock. But information

Is not something you read on the hands

Carried further than oblivion

Would be a hard ass journey

A state of mind is what I establish

Or is a dream too hard for you

As flowers grow out of my earnings

I pick a few too many

In enthusiasm I feel my wrongness

The impatience of a simple man

With no grip but a firm one

2/2

On what the goal seems to be

In an ever-changing situation

Who’s rule are we to follow

When total security became totalitarian

In one state the belittler lives

Who counts out loud those fiery birds

And can resist the kicking

Ruling men

Are you there already my beautiful fly friend

Buzzing over the sand

Is it necessary to stop on any corner

Or is the flesh in you quite similar

To the selfishness of men

 

I agree with any woman complaining

While I am a socialist

Throw in some politics

And the “big ones” respond

With their learned out of a book material

I myself, as small as it is, rely on friendly advice

But you big ones have trouble over one line

If I only had one line I’d burn myself

1/2

Violence and solution

Violence is so little

So to the ground without looking around

Don’t ask me for my experience

Cos I have some

Shame is what it left me with for life

But how about those lads who have no piece of mind

But in the kicking of others

Bout solutions we can talk for hours

While cars flame and stores get broken down

If it’s anger that steers them

How about the anger when you witness it innocently

There must be a difference

And it’s in the response to what your head does

Self control is so great in some

But absent in most

I am in the middle as a coward

But what is there to do against knives and guns

When the only weapon you have

Is a fierce belief in peace

Don’t let it bring you down

That it sometimes feels lonely for you peace believer

Even in democracy where you cast your vote for years

And close your eyes, if honest, to the insecurity

That always rules and is an answer if you want it

But dare to choose for love

So simple it is not

But every move towards the human feeling

Which seems so far away in some

Is worth it for sure

No room for idealists is nonsense

Stand up with not always words

But by carrying your heart over fear

For bad responding from wild people

Though I believe in goodness of all people

It is hard to uphold that thought

But what if a second can at least cool them down

For one word may be enough

Or maybe a thousand to cool them down

The spectrum in which we should fight

With strength in our hearts, with believe in talking

2/2

Patience and modesty while trauma’s are mostly not absent

Off course lines get crossed

And action should be taken

But have the guts to reward yourself

For even an anti aggressive thought

Personal Opinions

Where can I get high

Where beauty lies nobody knows

The weed I want it secretly grows

Were I the one to stop a load

Then only for my inhaling throat

Supernatural

As the music surrounds me

There is a beautiful silence

Strange to experience the beauty like that

Might it be higher than this

Constant clicking of the snare

Where the hat is off to

Oh dream of flowing words

Coming in such simpleness

The opening of your mouth makes me expect

The more the better one might say

One night away seems the ecstasy.

Every good corner I turn

Every good wheel going round

The sea in front of me

The lost years on my back

Take me with you beautiful ferry

Appearing in the sun

So unbelievable it is

But while I swear with my betraying eyes

There is one place where I can feel normal

Believing in what I saw

Holding on to my visions

Terrifying in the message underneath

But in the image so grand and shiny

I don’t think I can live in denial of my view

Let me higher he bet you non-lookers made it again

Running off into nothingness you called it

Running off without a step

The only run I take now is in my mind

Determined to re-see what I saw

With one step behind my love to save me

I hang importance on my words

I refuse to see me hung by your retard call

By your denying of all supernatural

Your injecting me with an approach

That makes me almost puke out that supernatural

Which is actually all the believe I have

Get off my back with your stalling me

My total amount of thoughts is to be poured into words

So seeing the letters will give you the view

2/2

The strain I lay on my soul like that is useful

Though automatic, still full of questions

And totally surreal I breathe

Only for staying alive that’s normal

 

So I saw the sun stop for over seven days

Thought some doctor had found that out

With a big weather machine

Illusions, delusion, far away from truth

Or is truth overrated

Most art forms deny truth for inspiration

Since I saw such important things

I hold a thought for manual labour

No higher honour there is for me

Than to be complimented by the working men

But mostly they don’t care

And they shouldn’t about art

But the understanding should be there

That every word I write kills some inspiration in me

With my only chance; to be proud

Of what I see, hear, feel and thus experience

 

Inadequate to live might be what rulers say

But out of a straight mind comes no poetry

I saw the sun make temples

Warning me against the always present going on

While I would like that silence to last ages

And anyone who doesn’t speak after reading this

Missed the point

Words only start not end a conversation

The thorns of a palm tree

And a helicopter flying over a naked beach

Reminiscing

In regard I stay easily

In a stranger’s hand

To deny the clash up front

So to thicken the lines of countable paint

The madness of being angry

How can you hurt when the flaming pie is gone

Is there too much calories maybe

I want to count on days coming

To be accompanied by better

In the knowing that better is without

Without pain and without hardship

Just laying on the bed of happiness

With a sign next to it saying

That laying is forbidden when tired

To puzzle you while sleeping

To empty out your hope

In the middle of seven nights

There centres a hidden man

So tired of his battle

That always goes on

In light or in darkness

In love you are soon

While the ordering lighters

Stay put with their rules

It is a mess inside your head

See how you can get more out of this

More for the feeling you deserve

While it hides out in corners

Where words stay with threat

And every line is that puzzle

Where noone knows of that it’s loving

While that cool call of your conscience

Makes you stagger over your words

Why don’t we pretend to be dancing

And let the notes of silence get to us

In love with life I was enough

To do that kind of stupid thing

But now that sadness has taken over

My life is as a whole worthless

All I do is complain

It’s time I draw some conclusions

Yeah, right

As I see shadows in the sand of the beach

I get inspired by the line

But with force I tell you that honesty

Is not for sale, never was

But fight a battle over nothing

And find out there’s no equality in life

Individuals push mostly with a lot of money

I’m glad to be poor

War and corruption

For the world to die in aggression

There’s not much more necessary

Seeing it so there is a big job

For people with unbelievable patience

The opening we look for is a small one

While hatred has a louder voice than love

But in a corner we are not to be pushed

I speak out with trust in me

Trust in some and fear for more

Never leave your fear alone

With men who want to die and kill

Based on nothing but an understanding to want more

A life don’t seem to count

A death in the family may start revenge

But at least try to step over that

And listen to the beholders of compassion

I know how fights can get to you

And how hard it is to avoid an aggressive response

Warmakers though, don’t seem to be able to count to ten

While a little sister has more forgiveness

They seem to willingly close off their views

In a non-constructive way

Evening time, summertime all seems to pass them by

In a rage they anchor in

All loose from non-letter laws

Spoken again by a simple child

If you fight for land that is not yours

Look from where you’re fighting from

I at least need littler space than I sometimes think

In my own rage that is small enough

To modestly say that you have rages for ages

And rages for a split second

Everybody back to school to learn that an age

Is not a minute of silence around some festivity

Handled by dollarmakers 

Maybe in the meanwhile count to ten again

And on those great spirits

For whom we have the loveliest words

On a set up stage

But don’t try to convince me

2/2

That it lasts

When the great leave through the front door

Aggressors flee and take a side turn

To scream on stages set by us

Now democracy is tired

And mostly only hired

By doubt

Otherwise buying it is not the answer