New Grasslands

In front of me
is still endless fence.
No hope,
and there is no time for deliverance.
We graze the grass like
our reward
for being quiet
in the “Brave new world”.
You’re try to pick up
from the ground
the rest of plants
that´s still being grown.
They feed you with everything you need.
But there’s no need
know what it mean.

When we are young we wanted to know
everything more and better.
The need to knowing was too strong.
And we had hope. Whenever.

We believed proudly
that Knowledge fills the soul.
But we were wrong.

Many years has passed by
and they easily defeated us.
They understood that we are still
saturated with grass.
We believed the nonsense,
that enough senses brighten up
our dirty minds.

 

 

 

 

 

Three different ones

Over the town
in sky apartments
they lazing years with
blazing steel in their eyes.
With delight from hover
watching over and over.
Unfortunately
when you’re rich
you don’t have much time.
No time to deal
with the basic question:
Who we are?

They cook meals
from deceiving and lies.
To separate
from crowd buzz
they called Dogs
from the quarters.

Behind the quarters
watch them sheep
spending all of their
time buying things.
Solving problems
with new grass.
You can look into their
wild staring eyes.

Now let the Dogs out!

In front of Tower
in the Dogs Department.
They tear meat
from dead bodies and souls
of those who want fled the trap
who’s not satisfied.

 

In the Gardens

Grass in haze.
We walk and graze
feeding our dream all day
until the night.
And we are safely closed.
Therefore we spend many hours
in the sight of the towers.

Pigs are high.
Watch them fly.
We are numb and deceived by the
laws of this farm
and we are forced to obey.

With our own direction,
for
comfort and satisfaction.

It can’t be all
what bounds our world.
There must be a hole
lead to another land
a country full of charming things.

Part II

Now.
Is a good time to be bold
and leave the herd now.
And a fence of deceiving and lies.

You left the crowd that flows
down to the river
of true oblivion but there
on the Highlands
is the more breathable air
and the dogs are maybe out.

Oblivion River

Over the town
in sky apartments
lazing years
blazing steel in their eyes
with delight from hover
watching over and over
Unfortunately
when you’re rich
you don’t have much time
No time to deal
with the basic question:
Who we are?

They cook meals
from deceiving and lies
to separate
from crowd buzz
call they dogs
from the quarters

Behind the quarters
watch them sheeps
spending all of their
time buying things
Solving problems
with brand new grass
you can look into their
wild staring eyes

Now let the Dogs out!

In front of Tower
in the Dogs Department
they tear meat
from dead bodies and souls
of those who want fled the trap
who’s not satisfied

A glimpse of Hope

A glimpse of hope
breaks the sadness.
A glimpse of hope.
Serious madness.

A glimpse of hope.
I once saw it on the street.
I want to catch it in my hand.
A glimpse of hope.
It was a serious attempt
but it was touch in the void

Don’t think about it
everything ends one day.
Only a memories remains.
A hint of a hopeful way.
But it is not enjoyment
in the suffering of your soul.
It’s just a fairy tale
about how life goes.

A glimpse of hope.
I once saw it on the street.
I want to catch it in my hand.
A glimpse of hope.
Just if you want to be king,
you need a crown on your head.

Awakened souls

The day is gone
and the sky is falling down
and then
you can hear them crying.
But you
never understand
how much pain they feel.
as they fight
again and again
in the endlessness of time

Awakened souls
passing through time.
They resist oblivion.
They cannot be satisfied
and they will always try.
Because they want to be free.

How do they feel
when dogs force them to kneel?

 

 

They divide us

You are fired from the herd
whenever you think.
Whenever you are able
to convict their simple tricks.

You are fascinated by
this truly elegant ease
how we can be faithful
and diligent sheep.

Still obediently.
We don’t want to do
but we are going in lines.
But they assured us
that thinking is wasting our time.

But once was times
when everyone had home
with those who loved him.
And the fence just around the yard.

But now we and them,
each in their own hole,
no one comes to dinner
and we are starving.

And we’re going down.
And they go down.
Dinner is gone.

 

 

 

Good old Pig

Everything was silent.
I walk slowly down the street,
forlorn and
desolated.

But somewhere inside the tower
I hear distant screeches.

What happened then
was like a mad dream.
Maybe it was a fever of fear.

He appeared in the light
of the entrance, looked around
and spoke to me.

In packs

Service to pigs -That’s our business.
Waiting for a call – (pigs screaming)
Unihemispheric sleep – terrible business
With toes on the trigger
and be on the lookout forever.

We are sorted by performance
with baton in our hands.

Every day you start your patrol
in front of the fence on your part.

At midday in your sector
spying dull ones on their ways.
And evening in the bedroom
sharpen knives for another prey.

Stay together, act together.
Service in a pack forever.
Nobody asked me
if I like to eat bloody meat.

It is simply an eternal
hunt for restless human souls.
It is the right commitment –
is this the fine job! Where else can i go?
At meetings, we learn the tactics
of smashing your head in the right way.
Be careful not to be the fool
who cuts the wires another day.

The pack raises fear
as we passing the streets
don’t stare at me
or you will know how cruel it can be

…as verse 2 but:
and if you don’t beat your victim,
you will become prey just like one of them.

Money

Money!
I saw the shining in your eyes.
The centerpiece of all desires.

Money!
You have sacrificed your soul
for all-day lounging by the pool.

Money! (Honey)
Why did you always lie about it to me?
You said that money isn’t all.
You agree?

What you’re gonna tell me now?
Do you feel that´s way of
a better life?

Honey, that’s a lie.
Someone will offer more than me.
I see.

Honey!
Now you can easily realize your needs.

Honey.
I’m sorry, but you sold your sleekness.
Oh, What was the unbeatable price for this deal.

Awakened souls

Over the town
in sky apartments
lazing years
blazing steel in their eyes
with delight from hover
watching over and over
Unfortunately
when you’re rich
you don’t have much time
No time to deal
with the basic question:
Who we are?

They cook meals
from deceiving and lies
to separate
from crowd buzz
call they dogs
from the quarters

Behind the quarters
watch them sheeps
spending all of their
time buying things
Solving problems
with brand new grass
you can look into their
wild staring eyes

Now let the Dogs out!

In front of Tower
in the Dogs Department
they tear meat
from dead bodies and souls
of those who want fled the trap
who’s not satisfied

Childhood’s End

When I was a child
I felt permanent worries
about the entire World.
And about the choices we will have to make.
And about how to be fair.

I was hoping that we were guided
by a shepherd who wants
to take solicitous care of his sheep.

All new things in my life
were a little scary for me.
From the corridors of the school
to countless numbers of planets and stars.
But at the end I realized that
it was useless to try
because my life
was not controlled by me.

That night I was
on my knees.
The last time we walked together.
For that words you told to me
we had lost it forever.

The evening was too dark
as the darkness of your soul.
And we were wrong.

You told me here
with a quiet calm:
“Don’t convince me now.
I just wanted to
show you a dream
but we don´t be together
I hate
waking up with someone
Better sleep alone.”
that night was gone.

 

A fairytale for lambs

 

The meadows wake up to a morning.
Sun rays tells a fairy tale.
Dawn mist smells in the air.
Now the sheep are coming to the scene.
Silently graze in pair
but no one cares about their fate.
These sheep are you and me.
We follow way to insanity
and there’s confusion in our mind.

We were on the path
to a bright tomorrow.
Then we have changed the world
but inside us has nothing changed.
We forbid ourselves pain and sorrow
but unmet need remains.
Then I lost you in the haze.

I still know the shortcut
that you showed to me.
Beautiful walkway lined with ivy.
But if I rang the bell
your herd will graze somewhere else.

Deplorable restless mind

We bleed
from wounded heart
and then
there is remain
deplorable restless mind.

You feel nothing
but you want to name that feeling.
Pain is slowly fade away.
Hope no longer binds you
and tears will dry in quiet day.

We all want a freedom
from those intrusive naked feelings.
An attempt to change our mind
it is wasting our time.
We have already decided.

We feel nothing
but we can name that feeling.
“Ascending stoniness of the heart”.
We have a forhead sign
and the beast will find us
do it right.

Deep in your soul
there were few empty rooms
for a ultimate
and everlasting love of life.
Now they are crowded
but no one is in them
to make sense to your lonely days.
Its not matter how you try
just like pricking into dead meat.

Postfactic Blues

One drop flows down the window
differently than the others.
You are watching backyard
through a rain
and passion no longer matters.
Every other drop
can make us
more indifferent.
We are like those messages
that should never be sent.

You have throw away our love
as a worn-out fashion.
Endless stream of faces
has become your obsession.
Burning our painful memories.
They fall as leaves from the trees.

With a deplorable self-abuse
torture yourself with feelings.
But feel that you are still being used
for her immediate whims.
This is your own small post-factic blues,
but you have nothing else to choose
from this world.

 

 

Don´t wake the Swans

Don´t wake the Swans
until they cover their sightings.
Don´t be so sweet
if you can never keep it
anymore.

Tears in petrified eyes,
lots of insincere smilings.
That’s what’s left of you
when the gate was closed
in that night

But you can finally find
this almost simple reason
why to fight
just for a while

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Swan Lake Fable

Once upon a time
when the icy air embraced the lake.
I found a hidden road under the trees
and faded into haze.
That road that leads across the dam
and then on and on around a lamps
to a secret place in the middle of nowhere.
But on another day. At another time.

If you want to follow this hidden road
you must not look back
just hold on and go.
And at the end of the lake you will see
resting swans.
Then you can send my “goodbye”
to the most beautiful one.

There is an Island with a tree
there is the right to sit only for
mighty queen.
And then they
compares their beauty with the night.
I hid ashore
then I saw her wings
and lost my mind.

Why is envy strong?
She really wanted her throne
therefore the deal was done.
She was just thinking how to win.
Sacrifice sadness
in exchange for darkness.
She couldn’t take it back.

And then another day
it was be foggy again.
A forgotten lake
was sprinkled with rain.
The pride of a swan cursed her soul.
For the last time.
For the last time.
She was the most beautiful
until the night was gone.
It lasted until the raising of the Sun.
Then the curse of darkness
spilled into her feathers
and she became black.

 

 

Vice versa

Just like a shabby scarecrow.
You crawl into your town
all curtains are still down.
Awakening turns into a dream
and love turn into hate.
Free’s are turned into slaves.
Trust turns to indifference.

On the scrap heap
you can eat your meal.
Nothing is as it seems.
You’re not
where you wanted to be.

The excess is turned into emptiness.
Effort turns in vanity.
Fall in love – to insanity.
You don’t know now
whether it makes sense to sing.

You know that everything is reversed.

It’s a morning walk across the fields.
Feet are wet from the dew but
you are aware of something new.
That the fences are now so in vain.
Maybe it’s because
that they never existed.

 

 

 

They still have a Heart

It’s late and the grazing is over.
What’s going on,
it depending
on the momentary state
of their mind.

you must run into big circles
lazy sheeps drive
to their homes
and
until you do it,
so you can take
your piece of time

every year
in the same way
obedience
binds you like
a steel
but you must do it
because your home
depending on their
corporate meals (needs)

there is nobody here
who wants to care
that they still have a heart?
they always stand
on
their
outer side
of the fence

they have the command to bark
to anyone
who crosses the boundary lines

 

 

 

You scream alone

You’re going with the crowd
but alone
you can scream
but no one hear it
maybe we have latest chance
because
all along we live behind the Fence

You’re going with the crowd
but alone
you can scream
but no one hear it
you may want to cry
in this silence
just until you die

Now you know
that it didn’t make sense
to convince anyone
who was haunted by confused needs.
The herd is just leaving
and you will be left
here alone.




Take your Time again

All the time on the way
You’ve already crossed
the famous grasslands
also the shadow of your past
and the chasing dogs have lately lost you
no longer follows your tracks
Right time to find a place
to hold on. Then
just look around what to see
Completely new old world bless
and hurts you, but
You’re where want to be

You sit in front of a small campfire
that burning your mind
You maybe look so weak and tired
but you perfectly found
That
the flames can slowly eat the sorrow
And then darkness cannot see
But even the way was narrow
You’re where want to be
take your time

you left behind your expectations
and so-called Friends
walk alone is like an invitation
to leave the world behind the fence
when the dawn engulfs hungry searchlights
the herdsmen follow their staff
the first rays of the sun show good ones
to bring you a life

There just remain a few unspoken
thoughts from closely tied soul
A memorial of desperation
carved into a stone
A remaining chance to make things better
A try to save the last piece
Silly try how we could meet together
on the right way at least
one more time



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