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Donnerstag, 30. April 2015

(i) go with it

close your eyes.
closeyoureyes!
close... your eyes....
and FEEL it.
feel it,
it explodes...!
atommolecularelysmall.
and it drops OUT
and it kicks IN
and you gotta....? uh!
let yourself fall...
forget everything!
oh it expands
it still swells
oh it contracts,
EXPLODES
dilutes...
(i) go with it

Montag, 16. Februar 2015

why we die

do you ever get that weird feeling when you're looking up to the black sky full of stars that this eternal beauty repays even death? i swear i wouldn't mind if my soul flied there, i wouldn't care if this would kill me. even now.
life brings us to the the darkest places but by the day of birth we get this one guarantee: the sky and the stars, a promise that there is something more, something beyond what we can imagine. it enlightens our souls and i swear, i swear i don't care that this is what will kill us. i really came to the conviction that we die just because we can't stand this beauty. not forever.

Dienstag, 6. Januar 2015

braucht diese welt dich?

braucht die welt
dieses gedicht
braucht die welt
diese strophe, diesen vers
braucht die welt
meine gedanken, meine worte,
will sie hören
wie ich die melodie meines herzens leise
leise vor mich hinsinge?

schritte
auf frischem schnee, auf staubiger erde
hinterlassen spuren
nicht bedeutungslos für den, der einen weg sucht
lange keinen findet
sich verirrt
deinen schritten kurz folgt
um etwas zu verstehen, was er nicht zu ignorieren geglaubt hat,
etwas zu finden, was er nicht zu suchen geglaubt hat.

fragst du dich auch oft
braucht die welt
ein weiteres gedicht
braucht die welt
diese strophe, diesen vers
braucht die welt
meine gedanken, meine worte,
will sie hören
wie ich die melodie meines herzens leise
leise vor mich hinsinge?

ich sage
schritte
auf frischem schnee, auf staubiger erde
hinterlassen ihre spuren nicht grundlos.

Freitag, 26. Dezember 2014

the measurement of the sky. a praise to the perfection of the big picture and the calmness of nature

I don't always get the magnitude of the universe and the measurement of the sky, but when I do, I get confused about how mind-blowing the simplicity of the infinite blackness of the roof lining we're living under is. those pretty little lights hovering in the perfect darkness won't give me a sense of smallness or pettiness any longer, because when I look into this canopy holding us safe I realize  how miraculous this is and if it is not all imaginary, if we are really here, which I'm not always so sure about because it still feels unreal, even though in all this years I've done nothing but inhabiting this wonderful place we call earth and I can’t think of another thing to do, I still just can't believe it, for that is not self-evident at all. If it is not all imaginary, I was saying, then, I'm sure, there has to be a reason for it. Not only for it to exist, but also for us to exist, and I have not even come close to understanding what kind of reason this could be, but I don’t really think it is so important to know. There surely has to be a reason we, you!, are having this unique opportunity to simply breath the fresh air on a cold winter night, or just to feel the heat of the sun on our salty skin while we're feeling the warmth of the sand under our calm fingers... but all that counts is, whatever it is why we are here, that we never forget for even a second that even if it feels so natural, we don’t have to forget to be thankful for just one second. While we're just trying to figure out our nonsense struggles and problems in life, caring and worrying about things that are not even worth one single stupid thought, the world just keeps spinning around. If you want to learn how to be really happy, you just got to admire nature and feel the calmness of all the creatures and living beings as well as of not living beings and you'll realize that to be happy you don't need anything but to observe the greatness and perfection of the big picture. That's it. When I look up in the sky, I feel like every of this words is totally useless, futile and superfluous, because all you got to do is to open your eyes and let the beauty take possession of your heart and soul.

Freitag, 10. Oktober 2014

Die Sonne, die Wärme, das Licht!

feuer brennt in meiner seele die sonne hat es entfacht am tag meiner geburt auch wenn es niemand sieht es steht für meine liebe zum leben und ich weiß es wird niemals ausgehen wenn ich die funken stoben lasse bis meine umgebung davon leuchtet und ich sitze hier und beobachte wie es sich langsam ausbreitet sich mit dem feuer anderer vermischt und ich weiß gemeinsam können wir die welt zu einem besseren ort machen unsere leidenschaft verbindet uns im guten und im schlechten lasst uns gemeinsam zusehen wie die welt zu einem feuerball wird, zu einem feuerball! die sonne, die wärme, das licht! nehmt es in euch auf!! jeder schatten soll uns nur dazu inspirien, nach einer weiteren lichtquelle zu suchen!

Donnerstag, 9. Oktober 2014

Will I ever find a home? With you.

i wanna walk into the light with you, wanna feel the warmth of the sun to forget the cold shadow's hand, wanna lie under a sky full of stars with you, wanna feel the grass tickling my cheeks while you stroke my hand, wanna let go and find myself in your arms after another sleepless night - without you.
every word feels so fake without you beside me. how is it i'm missing you even if you're right in front of me, is it that i know i could nearly touch you but just can't? my only hope are my eyes, my soul can see the world through them, and what they see is real, as long as they're open, but i can close them, and imagine another world.
everything stars from a thought. but there are so many different, mysterious ways to fall in love.
i still don't know if i finally found home, i guess i haven't, but maybe that's not what i need, maybe a house is enough to me, maybe a bed is.
maybe i just need a place where i can feel free to be myself, just for a little while, because i know that this scouting will last my whole lifetime, but maybe i can rest here to make a little lull... with you.        

Sonntag, 21. September 2014

the rustle of the trees

the rustle of the trees
is like a man's murmur
telling you to breath again

a falling down leaf
is like a man's glimpse
inferring you that this life is not endless
but this moment is