true love

when love grows deep enough
even if shattered it works in the depths
washing away all that's useless
and using it for that which matters

A.I.

it's frightening to see that we can only scream
even in business to customers we need
just like small children or drunkards in the streets
as if we expect the softwares that we feed
to communicate for us just to pay a fee
so we feel that we stay behind technology
but how could it be us; there's no such trickery

condition of the heart

it's a delicate thing, the heart
you can't buy it by the pound
it might just fail you
when you feel you

can't take it anymore
when you'd give up 'cause it hurts to have a soul
only you need to realize
no-one but you'll take care of that what's yours

i wish my heart would crack so big
that the whole wide world would fit in it
then nothing would hurt anymore
'cause i couldn't ask for nothing more

Can you fight your nightmares?

It might have happened because I'm reading the Sandman series again, and last night I got to that part where the one who thought himself to be the true Sandman tried to fight the real one. Anyhow, in my dream I was left on my own by my otherwise kind hosts in the TV room and the lights went off... and as far as I can remember there was either something rather fearful appearing on the screen when I realized I was alone, or it was in my mind which is basically all the same under the circumstances. What was a relief even while I was still going on dreaming, was that I could hover upwards (no, I don't remember flying but it's an unmistakable clue). Then as if arriving from some kind of floating over the house - or what seemed to be an overview like a 3D plan of it - I found myself in the top room. Maybe it was not even a room, but the top of a bunk bed. Looking down from there it felt so safe and easy to see the big picture. I guess that says it all about how I feel.

essential

we're all in that bowl
we're blood, piss and heart
all of us on the inside
no matter how we look like

and there's a mistery
that's not in that bowl
it's not in the parts
it's in each and every heart

I wish

I wish I was writer who sees what's yet unseen
whenever I can feel my patience wearing thin
I wish I had a heartbeat that never comes to rest
suppose that all we have would turn out for the best
I shed my tears so horrified by people's indifference
who ignored a blood-covered man standing amongst them
I still cannot help the immigrants in the streets of your city
unless your love will overcome your fear of responsibility

the winter of our discontent

when we can't rejoice as the long awaited snow arrives
and our love is but a complete stranger
then our hearts turn frozen to make us act cold as ice
and our words get lost in this aged world

nature girl

I met a girl who traveled all over the world
she even wrote a book about all of that
the journey of a soul,
A genuine smile
with magic power
and full of life
she wore

Then years later my path crossed again with hers
her hair turned from ghastly orange to silver gray
but her smile remained,
For she stayed young
both to the eye
and deep inside
in her very heart