A car moving too fast.
A mirror, broken into a million pieces.
3 and a half years of your life, wasted.
Sounds of a shattered record.
The grunt of disgust.
That god-awful word, uttered again.
The repeating days, over and over.
The same morning, the same day.
The same afternoon, the same night.
A beast with a verdant colored head.
Another one with grey scales over his eyes.
Is it worth it?
Did I put enough work in?
Only time will tell.
The smile and embrace of a brother.
The reassuring words of a lover.
You're enough. Let it go.
And so, you don't drink poison any longer.
You breathe free. You feel smells.
You touch the grass.
You're loved.
Just because you let go.
You look back at the monstrosities, that threatened you in the night.
They are all gone, wallowing in their own sickening pride.
But you ride your fast car.
You made your decision.
You left tonight, you'll live and die another way.
Thank you, Tracy. Thank you, Jim.

It's the time to listen to our own heartbeat
To talk to our inner self.
It's the introspective moment that we need,
To survive in this modern over-noisy World.

Silence has a sound which can't be heard from the ears,
But only by the heart

For  big  sky
what can  you
  donate.


Why  a  beautiful  partner
of   forgiveness.



For  a   big  bamboo  tree
what  can   you can spread  out
the  message.


    An  Asian  VILLAGE
SONG'S  REMIXED
DJ  sounds  or
An  artist's  imaginal  wave
creating  a  palace
  with   bamboo  art.

cold sounds
dark blue piano
white mood
she was
old moments

28.10.18

a huge piano and endless
piano sounds of endless sounds
about every day haunts me and everyone
day it sings to me so much already
many many years every day

and I remember the days of evening winter when my brother
and grandmother were together when everyone was
were near and when I did not know did not know the sorrows
o remember I began to paint and tears again
and again they have found me and eternity

all eternal eternity is a great eternity and all
the sounds of that piano of that past
happiness and the world of peace that has long been gone
world of a happy world of a bright warm world
not the world of the cold not of the world of
the terrible world of the sad

27.09.18

You have become a familiar sound.
The whisper of the wind in my ear,
The gentle breeze that tickles my nose,
The white noise lulling me to sleep at night,
The hum of my fan silencing all thoughts to rest.
I am drawn into the whirlwind of you
and all the pleasurable peace that resides within you.