When all is black and tattooed.
There is no problem for me to spot even a tiniest light.

Under the black blanket with the white dots
I know Iam at home
My blood tells me so
As well as staring at the big waters

ancestors in my bones
called me back
and I cannot wait to join them

Keep looking up

When I was young boy
I never wanted love
I seeked something more

I wanted a partner
who will join up with me to experience
every stupid thing that life has to offer

We would often think that we ate all the wisdom in world
and then again fail together

Our egoes would crush and deepen
in sorrow times we would share the  light
and in marry times
we would respect the  dark

we would understand that life is far too
short for our mutual feelings to fulfill
that infinite we are not
and our bodies must go

Of death we would think
not always, but from time to time
sharing hands, resting our
old bodies in the living room

In the end we would often go to our long walks
alongside the river and smile and rejoice
because that is the ultimate happiness
knowing we lived together, sharing our virtues
and spreading them into the every situation

Summer nights with you
got me feeling like
I have so much to pour out
World seems less cruel
The nights that left you with
a feeling, that we could live once again
and the endless chats felt
like a merging of souls
so baby girl
I really hope
it will swallow us whole.

why does it feel so right to
love you, despite all faults
you left on my skin

all the markings
that left me only
only those we cant unsee

thou you brew me crystal clear
and after so little time
my spoiled soul managed to escape

and with that my mind flown kindly
and feet stood soberly like eyes
looked steadfast on my absurd destination..

life isn't just about loving the peaceful mind
life is about appreciating all  
life is also about loving the wicked
especially the wicked
and sometimes..
both