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

Refrain:

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

We believed proudly
That Knowledge fills the soul.
And 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
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  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
walk and graze
we feeding our dream all day
until the night
and we are safely closed
therefore we spend many hours
in the sight of the towers

The pigs are high
Watch them fly
we are numb and deceived by the
laws of this farm
and we are forced to obey

But with our own direction
comfort, satisfaction

It can’t be all
What bounds our world
there must be a hole
lead to another land
a country full of charming

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

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 go
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

Expelled from the herd
whenever you think
when you are able
to convict their simple tricks

you’re fascinated by
this truly elegant ease
how we can be faithful
and diligent sheeps

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
therefore no one comes to dinner
and we are starving

and we’re going down
and they go down
but the dinner is gone

 

 

Good old Pig

everything was silent
I walk slowly down the street,
forlorn
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
he looked around to see if anyone was looking
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

Sorted by performance
with baton in your hands

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

at midday in your sector
spying dull sheep on their ways
and evening in the bedroom
sharpen knives for another prey
stay together, act together
service in a pack forever
no one 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?

Money is a lie.
Someone will offer more than me
I see
Now you can easily realize your needs
I’m sorry, but you sold your sleekness
Oh, what an unbeatable price and deal

 

 

Three different ones

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
about the choices we will have to make

about how to be fair
I was hoping that we were guided
by a shepherd who wants
to take solicitous care of his sheeps

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 went out together
for that words you told to me
we had lost it forever

The night was so dark
like the darkness of your soul
and it was 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 cut
that you showed to me
beautiful way lined with ivy
but if I rang the bell
your herd is grazing 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
tears will cry 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”
on forehead we have a sign
and the beast will find us
doing 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
and now no matter how you try
just like pricking into dead meat

Remebering Ewe

one drop drops down window
differently from the others
you are watching backyard
through a rain
and passion no longer matters
every other drop
can make us
more indifferent
we 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 our 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
nevermore

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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
frees are turned into slaves
trust turns to
indifference

on the scrap heap
you 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
feets are wet from the dew
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 is too late
grazing was ended
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




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