Well
         work got the
upper                   hand
    I stopped writing
             poems

where feelings
are found and
needs fulfilled the
nature of the
abandoned souls
burdens are
*eliminated

fearless we
elongate the
numbness
into a
kiss of
silent *admiration

acknowledgments of
temptations of the past

tormented fields of
inappropriate flashbacks
memories of wanting
evolving into a new
self

Focus drawn from the wrong conclusions
Leads you away from life's institutions
Emotions and feelings gets lost in fusions
Of desperation and regretful grief retributions

one four four five and an eight
arrested the development
of what we find so very great
oranges is our replacement

we make time as we,
just for our own peace of mind,
correct our misspelling:
noise noise noise noise noise!
and everything falls silent...

intention never went far
down the road at the
end but then again it
never did in its youth either
through the years its only
idea of excitement was the
thought of maybe being
young again in the future

community overcome by
ingenious ridiculouness
roaring through the
commerce neighbourhoods in
urbanias down town area
slowly stating truths as lies

offenders bleached into rays of blue
forced to live amongst shadows

sanity slipps away as the mind
asumes memory as all we've got
noticing nothing but the
calculated risks of the end
tourmented by formal
indifferences backed by
timeless thoughts of lost
youth that once was...

daunted wanting
encouraged by
abrogating fulfillment and
deafening silence as

even the dark of
night seems bleached ...
drawn from conclusions

blending in with the
low flying shadows
imbibing colours and
tippling emotions
zeroing in on life

twinged and dulled
we free our minds
in what seems like a
slow motion replay of
tinted white noise

turn around fast
eight times... and laugh
slide through
thundery afternoons
endure the past
moment by moment
overcome the future
now and forget -
year after year after year ...

did we ever establish
our beliefs of this world as a
weather beaten unpredictable
nowhere for us to curl our toes in?

longingly we challenge the darkness
inside, opening up to rid the soul of every little
gust of evil thought patterns
honestly holding on, knowing the truth will lead us
towards happiness of white tranquility

still water blues of
hopeful forms and
endless colours

willingly neglecting the
obvious relapse of
melancholy and rejection as
adrenaline fades and you realize you are
number one

aroused by change we

  summon the details of
           undefined truths
       into what turns out
           to be explicatory
educational knowledge

overcome by wonderful
forms and figures

                hiding , keeping us
away from the decay of time
   nevertheless leaving us in a
         dreaming state of mind

trembling you caress the
hopelessness caused by too many
eventualities, completely

surrounded as your soul
opens up to different truths of
unpredictable affiliations
never given the freedom to
dwell and choose amongst the wild

offerings you
fall to your knees

after what feels like an eternity you
softly gather your thoughts as your mind
strays off yet again with
effortless lightness and phenomenal speed
running rapidly into the deep forest of memories
towards the light, a window of happiness
in a cabin of despair
vulnerable you complete the seemingly
endless journey of the day as

dynamic colours loops out of reach
entangled in shadows liberated
from any formal structure and you
erase all emotions but
never fail to see the
significant beauty of
even the smallest things in
life as  
evening brings light from a
silvery moon
sleepless you welcome the
nights cold as it
embraces your mind
solemnly the future falls into utter
silence…

in time for tea we continue our
meaningless progression towards
purple thoughts and deep blue
                                                     living as we grasp whatever sign of
intelligence around without the slightest of
colour while encouraging hope itself
as nothing is obvious to the naked eye but
                                                             ­          time as it slows to a near retreat
ignoring all common advice towards
openness as it lingers in the still of the
night hurling us into the dark away from
                            somewhere we should be but are not

vacant mind keeping its distance in search for
answers without questions while living up to
gauzy expectations of peaceful endings to all
uneasinss as the duration of life elongates into
elements of squalidly uplifting surprises
---
or... daydreaming while waiting for the answers
to the questions that are cornered by squares
right down to the rectangeled circles of blue notes

unbearable secrets
negotiating bearable truths as
                         day brakes in
                       everyday life of
                     rural experiments

         taken by the
huge momentum of lifes
            eventualities

               broken by the
        roughness of modern
         intellectuality as the
       devided forgetfulness
                                              grows­ into
elegant white memories

time and time again
   I repeat the same refrain
       where is the source of time
       when gone - where is it lain
           time slips from our fingers
           why is it so  ...  in vain

time is all we need
time is all we breathe
time is all we waste
                                 time in all its haste

time to make a life
                               to live
                                   to love
                                       to chase

                          wander, wonder
                laugh, admire
     own, buy, lose ... hire

          all we do, we do in time
to make the last... that last line rhyme
                            ...

life seems to have
lost its bearing, but I hope
to find my compass soon
so the map yet again can
                     lead me astray

my inspiration
      and worldly alligation

      seems gone
like a vivid eluscation

       writings in thin air
                as mindful retardation

slivered like a broken mirror
     of lost fantastication

my mind feels empty
    my mind feels blank
        like bound for a fall

        my body feels drained
           like sunk in a tank
             of nothing at all

my father went on a journey long
inside his head and mind
for months he weighed and stayed away
we wondered for what to find?

at last we had to talk it through
the future and what life's about
he said his mission had been to clear out
what he missed... or could live without

it turned out he was uncertain
about many things in life
but me he did not miss a bit
it cut me
                          like a knife...

timeless motion in the direction of
optimism grabs me by surprise as I

   dream of long gone futures
        raging forward into the past
             always venturing into the rather
                  wild parts of my subconcious

after eternity we will be

                                         leaving for the stars in
                                   interesting fashion with really
                               no time to waste on our seemingly
                                               endless journey

pure emptiness filling
          every heartbeat in a
               never ending
                    dream
               as the dark of
          night slowly turns ... bringing us back
                                                      togeth­er

Chilly beauty of misty
               old rainbows dancing
     next to the end
casually moving in
     exhilarating circles
          packing senses like
               thin white water
                     in free fall
              over and over, still ...
                                                     *new

within reach
he thought as the
  intervals seemed
    to tighten around the
edges, tumbling down the

   rusty velvet sea he was
overwhelmed by the pure
                  sensuality of life and the
                      echo of total silence

nowhere is to be found
       everywhere if you don't
             weigh your attention right

     better off doing nothing to the
         end thought the clownnosed wizard
                 giggled and was gone, off
                                        in the wrong direction
never to be seen again
never to be heard... so
                                        in all modesty we should
                 now and forever concentrate our
                    gaze in the direction of new!
so we lift our glasses in salutation to ... new beginnings!

racing mind in surreal
   unseen battle with
nonrelated assignments as it
        never leaves the path of
        indulgement and presence under the
                    neon lights of the more
                 grungy corners of the soul

        theoretically overturning a
    hopeless truth as the absence of
                           outgoing expectations to
                          undermined memories in
                     glowing pastel colours takes us
             home to where we belong in
                              time for a late breakfast as we
     surrender to beautiful abstract Harmony and inner Peace

monistical transcendents from complex
  algorithms in dancing neosouls
    growing formations of unaware
      intelligent abstract patterns as truth
   conceals the ever evolving dimension of
            another time space feeling
      lumbering freely among the stars

                   Judging by apparence it falls
unnaturally easy for the unconcerned to
         numb the emotions into whatever
    green is at hand as an underexposed
line overreacts as it hurls itself into a verbal
                            echo ...

elegantly hitting enough
      at high speed sent
  time capsules of regret

through the subcontious dreams of
  heroes of long gone as they were
      elevated to familymembers

why... seemed appropriate to ask
                also easy to forget as the
lucky charm of childhood blues
                        lost its effect in *real time

found a lost birds scream
awakened from a dream
of lost red spiders and
autumn sun riders

clinging to walls of
wood, steel and laws
searching for calls of
redemption and flaws

bewinged I take air
in utter despair
lifted by childhood memories

like a red burning flare
I tenderly care
for the emptiness draped deep within us

aroused by the moment we

  smile... letting go of our fears
    laying down our soulshields as we
      invites the future to our past
    growing long shadows of memories while we
  hurl the remaining pieces into another
                                    time...

     flying low with childhood heroes
         leaving nothing behind but
untold lies we hurry happily further back in
                                    time...
           towards the beginning of all, the
    end of the world as they knew it as we all
         rise and fall in beautiful asymmetry

Autumn leaves colored
by the sound of lonely thoughts
travelling like Leotigers
in deep waterfalls

searching true forgiveness
for all we ever were
revealing a victorious haze
through witch we see who cares

Winters lack of color
gently overturns
the silent dance of flower buds
t'wards hope and not concerns

then Spring and Summer once again
will let us all behold
our ship sets sail for joyful smiles
not silver, bronze nor gold

with smiling lips we find our hearts
were made to be forgiving
and I can shout and really mean it:
I     LOVE     LIVING!

night
                  lights
my eyes searching the sky
     clouds
               floating by
      see
                              the *stars!

on the afternoon organic table
wanting to be willing and able
to shrink down in size
not even realize
the carrot
was the true believer

flashing yellow light
loosened sandals embrace my feet
cool breese welcomes the night
as I walk an empty street
subtle sounds arouse my passion
commercials, milkshake, fashion
overhead - the next flight
to somewhere not here...
let's play - LUDO

All through the dark
hear the dogs bark
  hear the logs hark
   hear the past shouting
          silently
loudly whispering
             in the blistering
      sunshine of yesterday
scarecrows of sticks and hay
      running in the fields
    looking for their shields
with sunset 'round the corner
    they set out to warn her
       of traps and danger
            trying to change her
way of looking
            her way of cooking
it all down to nothing
        this lack of
               a strong king
      just absence of
                                   light
we're only watching the night

parallel motions
aligned in asymmetrical
      symmetry of the
subconscious eyes seeing
abductees of the mind
     gathering in blind
            exitement

opening to the silent sound of
fingers painted in rainbows

        touching the innermost
    honesty of every verbal
echo

mending hearts
                 in no time at all
         needing nothing but
*devotion

although sweet as the
         loveliest rose
     in summers bloom
eternity linger in the golden
                    nowhere called future

               colorful sadness
           awaits every corner turned
       never ending the
   divided truth as
youth falls behind ... waving its *´bon voyage!´

elegantly the night
lowers her veil over

    the days final
    breath, while
    curtains slowly dance

    in the cold evening breeze

thoughts fade until
all is quiet and we
give in to the nights
energy with its seemingly endless supply of
*time

with every
heartbeat you seek the
innermost secrets, with
trembeling hands you
endure the pain

critically you examine your soul
in search for the
truth that can set
you free, but

blinded by the future
you hit the window... hard

terrified you back down
hurting, not expecting to be
entitled to feel anything

softly rising to the surface
elevated mind...
alive!

there's nothing quite like
        a spaced out bard with a lute
there's just that quiet hike
        in space-time-mass we salute

    we find our spaces
    we spend our times
    we blend with the masses
    and hope that it rhymes

Endlessly... we fall...
connecting through
cognetive strenght as we
endeavor the practice of
never looking back...
trembling hands
reaching out for
intricate parts of reality...
concerned... we fall...

Positive emotions dance happily
as morning mist turns into droplets that
run down the side of your face like tears
and I rejoice while we
climb as
high as can be,
up into the sky, over the clouds - over the sea
time slows down... stops...
endlessly... we fly!

Freefalling ... waiting for the wacky 'chute to open
Falling further and further away from the ground
silently ... without a sound ... we rise