Famine

 

Wish to meditate

stomach away

famine to elevate

hunger astray

 

Fluid in green

saved for the time

that drought has been

no friend of mine

 

climate has changed

that is my fate

the west estranged

almost too late

 

flee or to stay

question that may

save me or kill

what is Gods will

 

 

 

 

Home

 

This house feels like my home

although it’s not my own

it is the place to be

a miracle for me

 

This house feels like a gift

built many years ago

when life  was slow, not swift

when people knew to know

 

This house feels like the sun

that’s spreads his warmth upon

my bones, my mind, my soul

makes me alive and whole

 

This house feels like the earth

it grows into the ground

a womb who gave new birth

a new life to be found

 

 

 

 

 

Gnome

 

Hidden woods so deep

you can see me peep

through the leafes of fall

most cheerfull of

them all

 

wrinkled,  old  and wise

rolling of the dice

random colouring treas

ritch as painted seas

 

seen by every child

fantasy not blind

outcasted adult mind

palet not to find

 

Yellow, orange, red

fallstorm blows ahead

tearing of the boughs

groundly leafes so dead

 

deep under i’ll  go

when the winter comes

sleep for many months

 

not to be disturbed

time has been set slow

wind and storm will blow

but I will not know

 

sleep can be Sooo kind

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dream on….

Dreaming makes us human kind

No other species is so blind

to pursue goals so far

 

We dream of love

We dream of wealth

when we are sick, we dream of health

we dream of peace

we dream of luck

we dream of lots of buck

 

we can make pictures in our mind

it’s not adapted what we find

it’s pure spontanity

Reality can be so cruel

to escape , can be our fuel

 

it’s not a matter to fullfill

it’s just the dream, our will

To be into the world so real

when it’s for us too hard to feel

Loved for Life

 

When she was born, it was all changed

My life was no more mine

out utery nothing estranged

we only did combine

 

she smelled like honey in the wind

her skin so soft and bright

unwalking feet,  eyes still so blind

no worry and no fright

 

conversing without speaking words

singing of lullabies

a song of harmony accords

no discontent, no cries

 

Every beginning can be pure

close to before the start

the echo of the cosmic state

it tells us nothing about fate

 

A lot can happen in two lives

when you are tied and clinged

in love of mother and the child

our destiny is mild

 

 

Mother of us all

 

You are the mother of us all

the source of human kind

we all flew out to other land

away  from desert sand

 

the earth is dry

there is no growth

no seed will open up

rain is absent in the sky

no drops inside your cup

 

you still breath air

cause it is free

so you will be alive

but there’s no food

so thin you’ll be

fragility manhood

 

think of the water on the land

think of a way to be

you have the power of it all

but still you do not see

 

you are the womb of black and white

you are the mother of the child

you have the strength to win the fight

there is no power in the night

 

You have the power of the day

but don’t sell it away

you have the sun

it’s burning hot

it’ll save you all the lot

 

your sun is shining all for free

and it’s a lot of energy

and that is what they want

use it yourself

and feed you’re land

and seeds will green the sand

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aged

 

Me hip, me hip, the old one cried

it causes so much pain

I can not move, I can not walk

but I do not complain

 

me hip, me hip

me pain, me pain

 

I curse old age

I am in rage

for living on and on

it’s 4 to twelve and I’m still here

impossible to bear

 

Me Hip, me hip

me pain, me pain

but I do not complain

 

So sick, the being of old age

dissolving bit by bit

I don’t want help

cause I’m still strong

and they’ll do so much wrong

 

me hip, me hip

me pain, me pain

but I do not complain

 

Adjust yourself, all to my way

control is at my side

I do not care what you will say

You’ll make my day,  my day

 

Me hip, me hip

it’s too much pain

but I do not complain

 

So I will rule

untill last breath

no one is stopping me

 

I will stay home

untill I die

you will grow old

you’re freedom sold

for me it’s all to be

 

Me hip, me hip

Me claim, me claim

 

 

 

 

Out of Reach

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

I will finish my last drink

I don’t care what kind of sorrow

comes my way, I will not blink

 

But tomorrow ‘s never coming

eveyday is yesterday

it’s my memory that’s wronging

little lies they blurr the way

 

I am trapped in my own prison

I am captured in my mind

not a soul can give the wisdom

to free me of my own kind

 

Put the glass, the glass outside me

in another universe

empty it, no wine or beer be

don’t give in when I am worse

 

let me suffer, let me schiffer

let me search untill I stop

when there is a world without it

than the demons won’t blurp up

 

out of reach will be my saviour

out of reach for my own hand

I can’t touch it, I can’t see it

I’ll be in the promised land

 

 

Bullied Cow

 

I have been mocked

they bullied me

till I was deeply shocked

the black sheep of the stock

 

It’s not my figure , you might think

I’m rather square, not round

it is another bodypart

close hanging near the ground

 

When I was born, I lost all hope

they gathered all around

they saw my tail was made from rope

that’s difficult to cope

 

when you have this, what’s sticking out

the laughing stock of the crowd

the mob is hard and mean

they search for every scene

 

But yesterday  my life did change

when Gran fell in the ditch

she almost drowned, no rescue found

when I came, they where all astound

 

I fetched her with my ropy tail

lifted her gracely on the grass

so near to death, bearly alive

I saved my grandpa’s wife

 

Now I’m the hero of the day

the bullying has stopped

the tail depriving me before

is now my pride and even more