Alles, was bleibt, ist ein Riss, genau in der Mitte des Seins.

Lass mich nicht die sein, die an allen Standpunkten
teilhaben muss, nicht die, die mit Stift und Worten
Angst zu bekämpfen vermag, nicht die, die sich im-
mer brav rechts auf den Weg hält, die, deren Blick
immer Fremdens Füße begutachten, nicht die, die
sich ohne eine Tasse Koffein wachhalten versucht,
die, die überhaupt nur zu den traurigen Songs tanzt,
die, deren Herz sich nur schwer erwärmen lässt,
die, mit den melancholischen Augen den Raum er-
misst

Someone taught me to be me -
Es sind die Kämpfe mit meinem Selbst,
die sich in meine Haut gebrannt haben,
die Angst vor höheren Mächten, die
meine Augenringe abzeichnen,
es ist das große Vielleicht von dir,
dass mich zittern lässt.

Sie fragten, weshalb ich schreibe.*

Ich habe lange mit meinen Gedanken herumgespielt,
aber meine Mutter hat mich all die Jahre liebevoll gelehrt,
dass man nicht mit sinnlosen Gedanken spielen darf.
Ich habe nachgedacht, bin durch Straßen gerannt,
bin auf Füßen von anderen herumgetrampelt, und
weitergerannt, umgedreht, und ehrlich entschuldigt.
Habe an meinem Stift gekauft – vermummt von Wor-
ten und habe Bruchteile von Radiergummifussel ver-
streut. Habe überall gesucht, in den Strömen des Re-
gens, in den alten Adern der Blätter am Straßenrand,
nicht mal im Bröckeln der Asphaltrillen habe ich ent-
denkt.  

Es hatte mich Nächte gekostet, einen Punkt für das
Fragezeichen zu finden;
aber, oh Gott, ich habe den Punkt gefunden, denn
der Punkt liegt in meinem Herzen, ich trage Worte
in meinem Herzen – lauter als mein und dein Herz-
schlag zusammen;
und nun hat mein Herz Ringe unter den Augen.

jeg smiler stift og monotomt til verden udenfor,
alt i mens jeg drikker kaffe der er ligeså sort som mit indre.

It was his younger years in being a competitive Bodybuilder
He competed in numerous Bodybuilding Contests and won
It was his sheer dedication in not being out done
It was other sports just for fun
The Old Man saw a challenge in what sacrifice that came with Bodybuilding
The weights were the Old Man’s determination from lifting back then
But his career with the weights didn’t have to end
It was encouragement from another to continue to train on
Train the Old Man did and it was hours long
The weights became the desire with the fire
This has always been the Old Man’s regime in being the principle
It’s just that simple
Age may have accelerated on
The Old Man was inspired to continue to be strong
His muscles greeted the weights with every given lift
As an Old Man, you don’t have to be Stift
Intensity was in the Old Man’s eyes
Yet he has acquired wisdom and experience of wise
Train until
Bodybuilder still
The mind for training in will
Old Age won’t stop
My young days in being a Bodybuilding champion in dedication in what put me at the top
There is no reason for the Old Man to stop
Train, Lift and Construct
The Old Man’s theory, “I lived to be, my Bodybuilding muscles from before all to see, and all my desire in what my training should be”
An after training Flex, and image still, but with a determined will.

through
the captain's
eyes
where ships
crashed through
the strong tides
the stift seas
nor the
hallowed winds
we shall not
gossiped
about our
graves
to thee

En mand sidder stilfærdigt i toget
I lyseblå strik
Kigger stift ligeud
Gennem sine tonede solbriller
Som skjuler
Hans tårefyldte øjne

Sincerity is the main name
Write like I never wrote before
Chose various topics to explore
Negativity I must ignore
Be confident in my sure
Think on writers on came from before
There’s my inspiration in galore
It is also encouragement for me to continue to write on
It will be an endless page being long
Continuous writing from the heart
Thinking reader response from the start
I have regularly written Online
So I am known to many websites combined
My writing being a God given gift
So is no time to be acting like a stift
This is my writing being my wish
It’s a talent I definitely appreciate
I want to share with others in illustrate
I know fame doesn’t come by chance
But the vision to see upcoming chapters in one’s advance
Writing is a skill
But determination makes up the will
I am an eager writer like anybody else
But with different platform that only includes self
My writing gift being an ability to write
I offer continued inspiration in being polite
I guess my day will come when I reach writing fame
All I want all to do is remember my name.

It was his younger years in being a competitive Bodybuilder He competed in numerous Bodybuilding Contests and won It was his sheer dedication in not being out done It was other sports just for fun The Old Man saw a challenge in what sacrifice that came with Bodybuilding The weights were the Old Man’s determination from lifting back then But his career with the weights didn’t have to end It was encouragement from another to continue to train on Train the Old Man did and it was hours long The weights became the desire with the fire This has always been the Old Man’s regime in being the principle It’s just that simple Age may have accelerated on The Old Man was inspired to continue to be strong His muscles greeted the weights with every given lift As an Old Man, you don’t have to be Stift Intensity was in the Old Man’s eyes Yet he has acquired wisdom and experience of wise Train until Bodybuilder still The mind for training in will Old Age won’t stop My young days in being a Bodybuilding champion in dedication in what put me at the top There is no reason for the Old Man to stop Train, Lift and Construct The Old Man’s theory, “I lived to be, my Bodybuilding muscles from before all to see, and all my desire in what my training should be” An after training Flex, and image still, but with a determined will.