Poetry Philosophy Inside mankind More than anatomy In peaceful harmony is resting Lovely Philosophy. Less known Difficult to understand The simplest purity In fairyland. Germany, April 2004 Beating heart Beating heart. Uncertainty. High expectations. Always ready. Falling head first. Into new life. No hesitations. Give love. Germany, April 2004 Characteristics Do certain characteristics retain forever? Is it possible to change fundamentally? What happens when scars suddenly become visible again And the urge for fulfilment turns into insanity? Is there a chance to move freely at all? Are thoughts really free ore controlled by genes? Do childhood experiences influence the way we think as an adult? At what stage are we adult? When the world is rotating according to our own thinking? Some characteristics never change. They will even melt down the thickest layer of ice. Scars remind us of pain, of deceptive securities Which proved to be fragile grounds Each further step in search of perfection Casts an additional shadow upon your soul Freedom seems boundless As long as you don’t cross the border. One’s own horizon seems far away And not worth the effort of stepping beyond it Memories disappear Mingle with life unnoticed You are adult When life lies behind you And you have realized That the world is rotating all on it’s own. Germany, July 2005 Candy Floss The scent of childhood ... like candy floss that sticks to your fingers, making the evening perfect. The fiction of the moment that passes so quickly, stays unforgotten and returns when the sweet smell of candied sugar pierces through the rain. Germany, Octobe 2005 Happiness Ears filled with music So soft and pure. The smile of the sun Comes for sure. Happiness is fulfilment My dearest wish. All around me An intoxication like punch. Germany, March 2004 Freedom The world is so big, can hardly believe. Where to go, what better leave? Freedom is calling. Can go whenever I like. Don’t care what people expect. I’m staying silent alive. But I throw out of gladness, of inner delight One place, bound forever, crushes me like the weight of a ton. I don’t know where to go, or where I came from. I know though I’m welcome in here. Nevertheless I want to see, realize and wonder. Discover and hike and always delight. About the world’s splendour and it’s delights. Need to get away from this place here, finally escape. Other countries and people, plants, animals. What makes me think to leave this place? The curiosity, the desire to know, what is still hidden in secret out there. But soon to discover it’s real worth, and who really loves me. To realize who I actually am, who I ought to be. It isn’t that easy to find, what is still missing inside me. Falsehood and despair are there on my journey. Become acquainted in their own way. Realize, nothing is as it seems. Rain still destroys, even though it cries. Sun warms and burns at the same time. Realization may not always be fine. Realize and trust yourself. So you are protected by everything else. I’m so free, can hardly believe it! I have to realize this, with my own eyes on it. Germany, March 2004 In Memory Do you know who you are? Only bones and skin. It’s like an intrigue After all this week. Day in and out, your heart is pumping What’s the point in us jumping? The same routine every day What an array. Your make up a grin. That helps pass our time. There is so much grieve. And yet I can’t leave. Where is the gratitude? Locked away behind attitude. In memory for a while By those who gave you a smile. England, January 2008 Rain Rain is rushing inconsolably From grey sky-gates Attempting to purify So they can reflect the sunlight And give warmth To their fellow creatures. Demanding drums on the roof of reason Can’t move them. They are drowning in puddles In which they are admiring their reflection Thinking They should offer resistance Against anything That comes too close. They don’t know That power will crush them In their armchairs of narrow-mindedness And that the death of suffocation Won’t stop them From opening up their umbrellas In the apparent defence Against the rain. Germany, July 2004 Whirlwind Whirling wind. Everywhere. Cold rain. Falling there. High waves. Thunderous sea. Wild animals. Below me. Flying. My idea. Falling. Without barrier. Eyes shut. Abyss is here. Tears of farewell. Never so near. Germany, April 2004 Footprints There are tiny footprints in the rose garden. I haven’t yet seen the mysterious being That causes so many sleepless nights Full of thinking and listening to every noise outside. It can’t be just the wind. Germany, June 2004 Restlessness It’s sort of a restlessness that is dancing like the withered leaves in the wind of autumn before they flash up golden in the dying evening sun and wearily slide onto the damp ground. With each gust they drift rustling closer to the winter of the world, to the end of all being, where everything finds it’s beginning. Effortlessly they adapt. Form the foundation for many brave steps which testify by long-established and wait for spring. Germany, November 2004 Fate If tiredness can’t win Over thoughts and sin And your will recalls That it really never falls If you give up all worries and sorrow Until the break of dawn tomorrow Only then you will realize That the sun is a surprise And guide your fate At a better rate Germany, March 2005 Autumn This nostalgic feeling That begins with the withering of leaves And gives your heart grief Is merely due to a seasonal change That comes within the autumn range. Autumn Begins with the changing winds And when the fog wrings All sunlight from the world Just where the wood path unfurled. Hope For a happy season With all friends and no treason Where you exchange love And maybe a glove. Finally Everything has a goal Look within your soul. It is like childhood Where everything was still good. England, September 2009