Today

The little wisdom we acquired
along the way yesterday
seems to drift away
if we don’t apply it today
and might be lost tomorrow

but tomorrow never comes
that’s what they say
and anyway
today is the tomorrow
you worried about yesterday

Don’t subscribe to the yestermorrow
it causes you pain, it brings you sorrow

It’s Here! Right Now! And It’s Enough!
no need for all that other stuff.

A New Start

(Chorus or harmony vocals singing: “today and everyday”)
Unfulfilled dreams
so many it seems
need living
and some giving …
today and everyday …
it always needs
what it takes
and more …
today and everyday …
more dreaming
no more dreaming
and no confusion
less illusion
a new solution
and no mind pollution
today and everyday …
know your heart
play your part
make a new start
it’s in your chart
today and everyday

Poet Looking For a Publisher

I have been writing for a while
just on impulse – I burnt my file
there isn’t much to it
somehow I just do it
I admit as a poet
I often blow it.
It doesn’t really matter
surprisingly it makes things better
as each and every poem
consists of a flexible foam
but I’m guilty of the one crime
to try too hard for a clever rhyme
sometimes, not really all the time
sometimes I even break the rule
and I hope that that’s cool
sincerely,
your anarchist fringe poet

CV of a multi-artist

1955 Thomas Wiegandt’s birth
on a spaceship called planet Earth
lives in Ballydehob near Bantry
travelled to many far away countries
lived high and low
almost kicked the bucket a few times
last time survived a brain hemorrhage
but it wasn’t yet time to go
(thanx for all the good wishes from here and there and beyond …)
travelled to inner and outer space
dropped out of the rotten rat race
now enjoys the magic of a happy place
trying to find a way through the maze.

Searching for Words

I’m still searching for the words
searching for a song
a song that makes sense after all
a song I can sing
sacred, scared and daring words
for peace of mind

my heart is beating fast
and I just can’t stand it anymore
to be misunderstood
even one more time
so please be generous

please be kind
forget to judge
just for this one time
and try to connect with me
and dare to connect with yourself
just for this one time

I must admit
I’m not too sure what I’m saying
but I know I have to try anyway
and I know after all the tune is true
and the sound is sound
and the essence is pure
and it’s all simple, very simple

I have a song
you have ears
sometimes I’m far away
and you are somewhere near
when things are upside down
and I keep forgetting
again and again and again
this song is our song
this song is about me and you

Poetry

Words drenched with feeling
And saturated with meaning
on a palette reaching from joy to neediness
Not to mention all the other ingredients
The heavy and worrying ones
The light and playful ones
Molten into one new artifact
still hurt but more intact
Hoping to communicate the unsaid
now less afraid, yes, less afraid
feeling almost reborn
speaking the unspeakable to someone unknown
Who is hoping to be recognized too
In one of the many deserts or in a prison or in a zoo
Longing for feeing
Searching the meaning

Ocean of time

Love
is an ocean of time
the joy to be here
to be free without fear
Time – time is mine
no one can take it away
no rush – no delay
everything will be coming my way
Time
is an ocean of love
sent from the spirit above
more than enough
Love sweet love
sent from heaven above
no one needs to starve
there is more than enough.

Changing – Again – Forever

again again again
birth and death are the same transition
we are just on a different mission
forever and ever and ever
changing changing changing
the hourglass is turned upside down
again again again
trickling grains of sand
first unnoticeably slow
changing changing changing
at last mercilessly fast
again again again
the hourglass is turned downside up
changing changing changing
squeezing through
into something new
again again again
upside down downside up
forever and ever and ever.

Sound Healing

(slow drum song in 6/ 8 with call and response)
Flow river flow
sound healing
feel the feeling
sound healing
go slow – go slow
flow river flow
heal the feeling
feel the healing
go slow – go slow
flow river flow
here and there
sound healing
for all to share
sound feeling
plants and animals
go slow – go slow
and you two legged animals
go slow – go slow
earth and universe
flow river flow

Some Sunny Day
(slow dreamy song)

I used to watch us dancing,
our cold feet touching the ground…
our naked souls soaked with soft rain
dripping from the trees into our brains
the leaking gutters are still filled with leaves
and the water is still pouring out
flowing to the west, disappearing into the grey mist
that hides the turquoise sea of the sunny days
with their weightless seagulls
screaming their songs into the blue skies…
but isn’t gravity a blessing in the end?
Thoughts may take us into space
away from Mother Earth,
but we surely will touch base again…
some sunny day

Relate
(Funky rap song with roots reggae drum)

Relate and connect
treat everyone with respect
Lets be one tribe
spread a happy vibe
Everyone is
your sister or your brother
your father or your mother
we are a tree
one big family
just dare to care
and care to dare
to share what’s there
and play it fair
and if you’re alert
no one gets hurt
it’s the way to be
one big family

Poet
amen – as a poet
I often blow it
and it doesn’t matter
it makes things actually better
as each and every single poem 
seems to consist of some kind of foam
to be blown in unpredictable random patterns
on the sands of crowded and deserted beaches
much much further than the mind reaches

1- 2 – 3 – again
(ascending guitar riff E-G-A-C-D-E)

1 just for fun
2 for me and you
3 let it be
4 is there more on a distant shore?
5 feel alive
6 get your kicks and learn some tricks
7 life can be heaven
8 relate, create and wash your plate
9 let my eyes shine
10 here I go again, again, again ….

Mantra Song

(to be sung repeatedly with layered voices, musically between an Indian chant and a Gospel song, with both calm and lively parts)
Child of the Earth
child of the Universe
live love
love life
be alive and happy!

Always new and already outdated

(guitar G-F)
Always new and already outdated (repeat some lines for building up intensity)
like a butterfly drifting by
drunk from the morning due
and it still makes me wonder …
Sometimes I awake
pale and naked
after another soul quake
and I am glad about that I actually feel safe
My awareness is the only mirror I got to go by
when I fly
as I still do
and some of you have reminded me too
I only hope the light is not already fading
as I find myself in a wooden boat
thrown around by the ever rolling waves of time
out on an ocean of love
in a dream inside of a forgotten cave
But after many many moons
the thoughts in my head are sill raging
and I never know
is there an end
and I never know
is there a land
beyond beyond
where I don’t draw a blank
and where things might be different
just nice and easy
and just around the next bend
where I can find
peace of mind
and a voice is whispering:
Just be
and be kind
to yourself
and that won’t hurt anybody else
you have already crossed over to another shore
And I find myself again
drenched to the bone as I am crawling in the sand
and I must say it is a bit strange

I feel high and the tide is low
and I still don’t know where to go
when I feel low and the sky is high
and I hear my heart beat and see my feet
passing by
and I guess
there is not much I can do
I just have to leave it at that
for now

Death Of A Hero

You put me there
and it wasn’t me
and I told you so often
that I didn’t agree
and you still insisted
and things got twisted
and I became an illusion
in your world of confusion
or was it the other way around?
anyway – I couldn’t be found
and I was nowhere to be seen
and I don’t know where I’ve been
nowhere
everywhere
in an empty dream
in a time machine
when finally you decided to turn away
a hero dies in the end anyway

In Our Dream

I’m living in a world that doesn’t feel right
an alarm clock wakes me from the peaceful night
I never care to know where I am
and I don’t even seem to give a damn
I’m programmed to rush around everyday
I’m busy all the time and hide my feelings away
letters and numbers on paper, clocks and screens
are almost killing me and most of my dreams
and even if I’m then finally with you
it is not easy to really get through
but together we are not so sad
not too numb and not too mad
and finally we can feel a little quake
when our naked souls start to shake
and we know now where to begin
we have the power from deep within
to make a change
to newly arrange
to dream our dream
to scream our scream
we can go where we have never been
and see what we have never seen

we have a choice in all the noise
to be be awake or asleep in our dream

Change

comrades
I wonder where are you tonite?
to be honest I have lost touch
are you at home somewhere
do you have central heating now?
I must admit meanwhile I’m thinking about it too
do you feel comfortable inside now?
or are you still on fire
like in the days
when we were convinced that we had no home
like in the days
when it was the only way to be always out there
like in the days
when we tried to change the world everyday
and now it is late and I’m tired
I wonder where are you tonite?
comrades

Through The Mist

When I walk back through the mist of time
when I walk back through the mist of mine
when I dare to visit these scary places
when I find the ancient and painful traces
when I look the demon in the eye
when I finally wake up and cry
when I see the candle still burning
melting the mist and pain of yesterday
then I begin to feel
the love hidden in my soul
shining like the sun
that had been hiding behind all these rainy clouds
I know – I don’t know
(call and response gospel-style song) (not finished yet?)
I don’t know (call)
I know (response)
do you know (call)
I don’t know (response)
live simple
I know (response)
own little
I know (response)
take your time
I know (response)
enjoy your time
I know (response)
live your life
I know (response)
love your life
I know (response)
be generous and kind
I know (response)
strive for happiness
love and happiness (response)
don’t settle for less (everyone)
don’t settle for less (everyone)
don’t settle for less (everyone)

I don’t know (call)
I know (response)
do you know (call)
I don’t know (response)

Actually

(guitar song)
why should I live on the edge
when I can be happy at home
why should I be happy
when I can live on the edge (chord bridge)
I feel like a commuter
a commuter with a laptop computer
living in a real virtual world
living in a virtual real world (chord bridge or solo)
but actually I would like to be awake
in a dream instead of a world of fake
watching swans on a quiet lake
just stop for a while and take a break (chord bridge)
but then here it goes again
clouds of confusion in my brain
it is hard to be just a simple man
I’m still outside listening to the rain

Eventually

if I look into the light
it is blinding me
and I have to look away
close my eyes eventually
I’m a mole, I’m a mole
locked up in the dungeon of my soul
but everyone will see
will be free eventually
someday I will step outside
and will float with the tide
from the dark into the light
and I will be you
and I will be me
eventually

Time is a joke

(Jazzy Blues in F#m: | F#m C#7 | B7 A E F#m | AE DA EF#m |)
Where has youth gone so fast
the endless nights of love and laughter
replaced by a little wisdom
and an aching body
and the days are getting shorter
everyday
Live today, young people
don’t die as yet, old folks
enjoy yourself, don’t work too much,
and if you can finally start to relax
and don’t waste time
fuzzing and fighting
don’t waste time
Don’t die as yet, young people
live today, old folks
and make love
do what ever you desire
and laugh and laugh and laugh
time is a joke
and aging, oh well …don’t think about it too much
don’t think about it at all!
Live while you can
When we were young
we did not know
and we were invincible
without a doubt
without any worries
Now we are older
maybe even wiser
but no more invincible
and doubts are creeping in
and this is a real worry
Live while you can
as good as you can

Music of today

(ancient sounding tune)
I just can’t listen to the music of today
it ain’t no music anyway
beauty, magic and passion
have gone out of fashion
I think I will follow my own instinct
before I’ll find myself all extinct
but that just can’t be
I’m gonna set myself free
painting beauty
weaving magic
exploding with passion
don’t care about fashion
I know what feels right is good for me
the brainwash media will disagree
bring the vibe back into the community
tribal spirit for you and me
I just can’t listen to the music of today
it ain’t no music anyway

L-Imitation

L-Imitation (rhthm phrases)
Imi-Limitation (rhthm phrases)
let them leave us behind
we don’t mind
we are not blind
we can free our mind
just listen to yourself
yea-a-eahh! Yeah!
I can feel my body move
to a new kind of groove
just listen to yourself
taka dun ka – taka dun
the L-Imitation generation
creates the Imi-Limitation nation
I belong to no one
because I belong to everyone
I belong to everyone
because I belong to no one.
uuuh – aaah
L-Imitation (rhthm phrases)
Imi-Limitation (rhthm phrases)
let’s do what feels right
moving into the light

Enjoy Life

(guitar song A – Bm -Em – A)
Enjoy life, enjoy life today
Enjoy life in every possible way
Enjoy life, each and every day
and remember
today is the tomorrow
you worried about
yesterday

Play The Game ?

guitar intro: rock’n’rolly C, G, then 2x rhythmic F?

first we are wild (C)
and then we get tamed (G)
we learn to play the game (F)
and we buried the child inside (Am-B7)

time to turn myself on
time to sing my own song
a song without end
and time and time again

I’m feeling complete
no need to compete
I got rid of my frown
I’m shutting down

it’s getting dark around my computer (Am-G)
no, no, don’t save (Am-G)
no, don’t save anything (Am-G)
it’s not necessary (Am-B7)

I’m going to bed now
nothing makes sense somehow
tomorrow is another day
all will be going my way

I keep saying that to myself (Am-G)
over and over again (Am-G)
I keep saying that to myself (Am-G)
over and over again (Am-B7)

first we are wild
and then we got blamed
we learn to play the game
but we don’t want to play it anymore

we set ourselves free
just to live naturally
freedom and fun
for you and for me

guitar outro: rock’n’rolly C, G, then rhythmic F? -D3 D2 D0 A2- C

I – E – A – O – U — U – O – A – E – I

(the vowel wave)
I – E – A – O – U — U – O – A – E – I
I’m chanting the vowels
as they used to do
long time ago
long long time ago
I’m shifting shape
as they used to do
long time ago
long long time ago
I – E – A – O – U — U – O – A – E – I
I’m a she-man,
I’m a show man
I’m a shaman
I – E – A – O – U — U – O – A – E – I
the walls must fall
one is all
all is one
I’m trying to have fun
I – E – A – O – U — U – O – A – E – I
everybody burns
everybody yearns
everybody learns
eventually ….
sooner or later ….
I – E – A – O – U — U – O – A – E – I

Sound Aspects of Speaking in Tongues

hi folks!
Asalam!
‘ola!
salamat pagi!
listen, listen to the sound
listen, what I found
don’t try to make sense
at least not too much
leave space
viel spass!
pas de problem!
akassa, akassa
let it flow!
listen, listen to the sound
it’s all around
and a word may have no meaning …
I ate a sandwich
in the restaurant of language
and that’s how it all started
und ueberhaupt: ich lebe jetzt von luft und liebe
l’amour toujours
pourquoi pas?
tomorrow never comes
uwaga, uwaga!
achtung, achtung!
ei verfflucht, Eifersucht
sucht eifrg,
vielleicht findet ihr ja was
liberté, égalité, fraternité
ces mots va tres bien ensemble
hakuna matata
auf dem papier, aber leider nicht hier
l’amour pour tous le monde?
you must be joking!
wir wollen ja nicht uebertreiben
je ne sais pas
c’est ne pas professionelle
t�g é go bog é
cigar , cigar – kali nikta
ich bin muede
shokran
obrigado.
fuer heute danke schoen
auf wiedersehen.
Bom dia,
inshallah, inshallah
that feels better
today is the tomorrow
I worried about yesterday
die sonne scheint
die nacht ist vorueber
seni sevi yurum
noeke in de koeke
bedankt!
spass muss sein
e subito, ho fame!
vla en pindakaas
why not another sandwich
from the restaurant of language
e apres ?
un vero paradiso:
dolce far niente
for a good while
quatsch, alles quatsch!
kann nicht sein!
habe ich ja gleich gesagt
und ihr habt nur gelacht
errare humanum est
quod erat demonstrandum
it’s all sound and sound enough
and mighty craic!
it seems I just can’t be serious!
ich hoer jetzt auf
terima kasih
I received love.
go raibh maith agaibh (gore mahagut)
and good luck to ye

Bayefall Reggae

(dedicated to Demba Sow)
(guitar reggae Em Bm Am Em or Em D C Em or Am Bm Em)
la ilaha il allah
la ilaha il allah
akassa – let it be
akassa – set me free
Reggae music, love and peace
Bayefall Reggae, Love and peace
djef djill – djef djill -djef djill
action-reaction-action-reaction-action-reaction
chain reaction
djef djill – djef djill -djef djill
what ever you do
is gonna come right back to you
Amadou Bamba – Amadou Bamba – Ibra Fall
Ibra Fall – Ibra Fall – Amadou Bamba
Reggae music, love and peace
Bayefall Reggae, Love and peace
akassa – let it be
akassa – set me free
la ilaha il allah
la ilaha il allah

IDENTIFYING CRISIS!

Barack Osama and Obama Bin Laden
one alive – God bless America!
the other shot in the head- dead
and dropped into the sea – Allah akbar!
this is not a poem
this is a cock and bull story!

The Repair Song

(an anthem for Mother Earth)
care and share, we can repair
we can repair, share and care
live and let live
let live and live
all you need is love
love is all you need
go and let things flow
flow and let things go

Unwind and Unfold (the un-song)

(reggae-ish, Am C G Am, Am? F? G Am)
unfinished business
unnecessary repetition
unsolicited advertising
unwanted information
Refrain:
unwind and unfold
to the untold and unsung truth
unwind and unfold
to the unlimited potential
undo and uncondition
unlearn and re-position
unleash your own decision
unearth the unspoiled mission
Refrain:
undivided attention
unconditional love
unlimited possibilities
in an undisturbed environment
Refrain:
unheard voices
unseen visions
unlocking doors
to an unknown land
Refrain:
unbelievable future
with uncovered wisdom
unforgotten goal
untouched soul
Refrain:

Internet

I’m surfing the internet
with no regret
I’m leaving my digital finger print
and no one gives me a hint
on which journey did I embark
do I ride a dolphin or a shark
on a colorful screen in the dark

www dot – is it true or is it not?
www dot – what’s the plot?
www dot – thanks a lot!

information or recreation
is it true or is it invention
and what’s the intention

illusion – confusion – no clue – no conclusion

www dot – is it true or is it not?
www dot – what’s the plot?
www dot – thanks a lot!

Mr. Follow-Follow
this is hard to swallow
virtual reality might just be
more confusion for you and me

how can I know – I have to grow
common sense – is self defense

you just can’t believe
everything you see and hear, can you?
no – no – no !
things on a screen
are not what they seem
no – no – no !
you just can’t believe
everything you see and hear on a screen
That much is clear – have no fear

trust yourself and your friends
trust your family and people with good intent
live in your local community
www dot is virtual – it ain’t real …

A Long Long Time

a long long time ago
I was lost in my own world
for a long long time
I almost drowned
a long long time ago
I drifted under water
for a long long time
I swallowed a lot of water
a long long time ago
no one was there and I screamed
for a long long time
there was rarely a reply
for a long long time
I did not know what to say
a long long time ago
I was very young
a long long time ago
I had not learned to speak words yet
a long long time ago
I stayed on my own
for a long long time
some times I did crazy things
a long long time ago
now my head is above water
and it was about time
I can breath and I do
it feels like freedom
but still I’m searching
for solid ground under my feet
and sometimes I dare to swim
there is a voice in my head
never give up
don’t even think about it
after all it’s little we know
I don’t know what is around the next corner
and it’s not a long long time

Lovers

lovers, let’s have fun tonite
lovers, enjoy and celebrate your life
the fire inside is burning bright
lovers can see the eternal life
dance in a trance until you shake
love is a game of give and take
lovers, let’s make love tonite
lovers, let’s keep the universe alive
recharge the the universal energy
lovers, renew your own vitality
what goes around comes around …
a lover – all over – all love her
this dance of ecstasy and oneness knows no sorrow
make love today don’t wait until tomorrow
it gives you peace and energy
it’s a natural high and it’s free

Funtasies Of The Thin King

the thin king did some thinking
and after burning all illusions
he came to the conclusion
to take the pain out of painting
and replace it with fun
so that it became a fun thing
what a fun-tastic fun-tasy
not silly at all
Flow River Flow
flow, river flow
I cannot make things happen
but I can drop my illusions
and enjoy the ride
flow, river flow

Blue Morning (Blues song)

I woke up this morning
and the sky was blue
fuck the blues
I have better things to do!
this is a sunshine day
for me and you
and I look around
everything is new
but actually …
this is not quite true
but actually …
this is not quite true
neither for me
nor for you
here we are still
no free will
same old story
it’s a worry
being inside the fence
seeing through a lens
not making sense
in a bad way!
not making sense
in a bad way!
lacking meaning
we lost the way
how did it happen?
hard to say
media mania
prescribed video
media mania
shallow audio
where can I go
when I’m feeling low
where can I go
when I’m feeling low
when I want to grow
I can hear the wind blow
I’m in the front row
how can I stop the show
I simply want to go home

New Morality

I have enough, more than enough
I can afford to give away
yeah, yeah
and that can make me feel even better
all smiles!
I’m sitting in a cave
feeling completely safe
sheltered from the storm
I have a soul mate to keep warm
love is the absence of fear
fear is the absence of love
it’s up to me
I can decide

Empty

(talk: one line ascending, next one descending)
empty eyes
empty space
too many lies
human race
all too fast
it can’t last
must play my role
empty soul
it’s all too much
I better let it go
voices in my head
I must feel my heart instead
I better let it go

NOW is always HERE

(I heard this song in a dream,
sung by a gospel choir,
to a slow 4/4 pulse with shakers and rattles
with konkelo bells
Kuku drum pattern a la Moussa Camara, TTB*B*B*TT**S*
and wah-wah guitar)
I’m a scribe
who takes no bribe
who will be forgotten
as change is the name of the game
and all I can tell you is this:
many worlds have existed
they vanished into oblivion
they have disappeared
everything will disappear
only NOW is always HERE
so there is nothing to fear
you are not alone
you are all one
com’on, com’on
just pass it on, pass it on

Brain Surgery

(I am so lucky, thanx everybody)
I’m riding on a train
rain in my brain
things are revolving
everything is dissolving
all runs into one
it’s no fun
the unknown is scary
very scary
but I was lucky
I made it home
and I’m not alone
happy end in the end
had been just around the bend
and on a unrelated matter
I hear a voice in my head
if you have no money
and no time
something must be wrong

iEverything

(inspired by Bob Allen)
spoken:
iPod – iPad
iThis – iThat
iPhone – I’m all alone
me gone – so long
Chorus(sung):
I, myself and me
the holy trinity
I, myself and me
the lonely trinity
iSolation – iInsanity
we – that is you and me
(people shouting)
not enough – too much

Back Then

I walked into this garden again
the garden with a high hedge
where we used to walk around naked and timeless
youth on our side and self forgotten
sometimes the farmer from next door
would pass by sitting high on his tractor
catching a forbidden glimpse into our world
which was a paradise he hated
because he could not enter
I walked into this garden again
the garden with a high hedge
but time had passed
no one was there but me
and some vague memories

Positive

Bring a bit of sunshine into the room (C-G, “R’n’R”)
your smile surely could lift all the gloom (D-C-G)
let’s not submit to the media doom
give happiness a chance – a chance to bloom

let’s spread a good vibration
to each home in the whole nation

a smile is contagious (D, “punky”)
courageous – outrageous (C-G)

Cookie Suzuki

(remember the 5A Cafe in Bantry in the 80s + 90s)
Cookie Suzuki – I got your cosmogram
Cookie Suzuki – you send a message to me
Cookie Suzuki – you send a message in my dream
Cookie Suzuki says you can live your dream
Cookie Suzuki says everyone can live many dreams
Cookie Suzuki says and there is another message
make art from recycled material
that tells a story
a story with meaning
a story with feeling
and there was more
a lot
but I forgot …

Longing for the sky and beyond

I’m an eagle in captivity
and you came to visit me
spread your wings pretty bird
and set me free
I’m in a cage I know, I know
and you are outside
and I ask you: “Are you really free?
and where, where might you be?”

No more human sacrifice

We, the people, don’t need to be ruled
we, the people, can’t be controlled
by these dishonest and false guys
in suits and ties – telling lies
and the people pay the price
for these parasites to live in luxury
it’s time we set ourselves free
equals among equals is the way
we, the people will have our say
and the good old line from playschool
still and always has a bearing
sharing is caring
no more people sacrifice
no more human sacrifice
fear kills love and laughter
love kills fear, that’s what we are after
Remember Bob Marley said to us:
Wake up and live now!
Wake up and live!
Life is one big road with lots of signs,
So when you riding through the ruts, don’t you complicate your mind:
Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy!
Don’t bury your thoughts; put your vision to reality, yeah!
(B5 C5 G5 D5)

The triangle of balance

(spoken rhythmically by many people plus some good instrumental grooves in 3s!)
evolution
revolution
involution
(sung melodically in a free but sensitive polyphonic way)
evolving
revolving
involving

Playing – playing guitar

I’m playing guitar with no strings attached
I hope words and rhythm are well enough matched
I like to keep the sounds real, play what I feel,
and I hope it’s not too far fetched
I hope your patience is not already getting stretched
while I just follow a feeling
which I cannot name
floating around and drifting by
on a rainy day
with no intention or aim
just plucking away …
I’m playing guitar with no strings attached
I hope words and rhythm are well enough matched
floating around and drifting by
on a sunny day
just plucking away
on a sunny day

Star Wipe

(have fun with this one!)
let’s make a cheesy movie
shall we?
star wipe
stars and stripes
star wipe
the glamourous type
(never mind the less fortunate ones in them poor countries)
star wipe
another stereotype
(we’ve seen it all before)
star wipe
the prototype of HYPE
HYPE -HYPE -HYPE
(refrain,sung in acheesy way)
I’m so special, special
superspecial, uhh yeah
and I don’t care
except for my hair
and there (screech)
oh my god! there is a spot
(screech)
star wipe
star wipe
and few more
maybe four
it’s a cheesy movie after all
(bit of silence, then rustling and coughing)
(spoken)
yawn – yawn
it’s a new dawn
the people are waking up
we had more than enough!
star wipe
what a bad vibe
(sung)
no more brainwash media
no more egomania
we don’t need no celebrity
we need everyone to be important
and equal in the community
(spoken)
star wipe!!!
(maybe Softmachine quote, sung)
why, why, why
why are we sleeping?
(a few times and fade)

Revelation

pulsation
ovulation
fertilisation
evolution
no confusion
human pollution
not a solution
revolution
not a solution
Re-Evolution
E-Revolution
realisation
NATURE KNOWS BEST
revelation
the heart better listens
when the soul speaks !

Underdose

it’s that uncomfortable feeling
no one really wants to know about
so I better be quiet, keep it inside
and don’t shout it out loud
what is really going on
at best it’s expressed in a muffled song
that’s what it is
and that’s what it is all about
it is that underdose
that underdose of love
you and I – we never really got enough
weve overdosed on an underdose of love
it starts the minute we are born
and it’s a stinging and painful thorn
if you are not lucky
and it can happen to almost everybody
and might last until you die
and that’s unfortunately no lie
but I can decide to shout it out loud
what it is and what it’s all about
I don’t need to be too proud
everyone knows what it’s all about
it is that overdose
of the underdose of love

Zero The Hero

(a reworked Punk song, now acoustic)
from E minor to zero and I’m your hero
I play my guitar
I won’t go to far
just to the next bar

from noise to silence
no defense – no pretense
no more sitting on the fence

can I stop my fears?
and can you hear my tears
when I unplug my ears
can you stop my fears?
oh, no, no, no – not now!
maybe tomorrow – tomorrow – tomorrow …

I know she’s not a fairy
I know she can be scary
she does not eat meat
she does not eat wheat
and she avoids dairy
her name is Mary
she does not look like a fairy
not one bit

this is such a simple song
that’s ok – it ain’t wrong
and I keep it short
so you won’t get bored
oh Lord, you won’t get bored

from E minor to zero
I let it go
I got to go
I’m not your hero

Another Day In Paradise

I was walking
I looked down the empty street
but I couldn’t feel my feet
I seemed to move
but I couldn’t feel myself moving
I felt almost nothing
there was only a distant vague something
I knew I had lost my soul
I had fallen into a black hole
it seemed I had swallowed myself
and still somehow found myself
sitting on the same old shelf
trying to please everybody else
and I had to scream
to wake up from a bad dream
and I heard a soft voice
you can wake up now
it’s your own choice
sun light shone on my warm bed
when I lifted my head
and I said to myself
another day in paradise

Be You

(happy Senegalese tune)
Bijou Bijou
B U – B U
be you – be you
beauty
beautiful
ever youthful you
be beautiful
Bijou

Fun Lost And Found

(to the lifelong subscribers to grayness)
I tell you to shut up
once and for all
your orders are too tall and too small
you are being non-non-sensical
in the worst way sensible
and along the way the pun got tossed
time for you now to get lost

Open Love

I love the lovely openness
of all the open lovers
open love
your key can open the door to my heart
this is why you can contact me anywhere and anytime…
this is why you can connect with me anywhere and anytime…
love knows no limits
love doesn’t pretend
love doesn’t need gadgets and gimmicks
love leaves behind the limitations
open to give
open to receive
open flow
river of love

Only Once

sometimes you catch your luck
without a plan and enjoy the moment
in ecstasy just for that one time.
Its unique end exquisite.
It does not last
that’s why you will remember it.
Conclusion: do it, it will be real, very real.
rather than securing what ever it might be
for an unrealistic eternity

Play A Game For A Change

P.S. , this time not a post scriptum but a philosophical summary
well, we can leave meaning
it’s our own decision and requires dedication
it’s one of the hardest things to do
because we have to stop the flood of thoughts.
we can play a game
to eliminate our resistance to a good degree
we can start to take a holiday from words
no need or necessity to judge or even naming things
we can leave even music behind
and enter into sound space
our ocean of emotions can be expressed
through billions of variations of sound and movement!
scary? yes! but we all have done it!
just for a while to begin with
RELEASE CONTROL AND FLOW!

C-re-action

the poet-tree grows wild and free
if you allow it to be
and in case of any doubt
I better shout
shout out loud
especially when I’m in that lull
which makes me feel dull in my skull
I have to make some sound
and turn around and around
until I drift into the queendom of random
and random will overcome the beast of boredom
instantly – naturally
I just make some sound
and turn around and around
the poet-tree grows wild and free
if you allow it to be

Worth Trying

empty your cache
start from scratch
it won’t cost you any cash
and there is no catch
turn things around
upside down
what is beneath
what is underneath
this is the e-Revolution
this is the re-Evolution
it could be a solution
empty your cache
start from scratch
it won’t cost you any cash
and there is no catch
just strike a match
and light a candle
it’s worth trying

Far away vision

(intro in E)
when things start closing in (G)
and i have had enough of staring onto a screen (A)I finally wake up from an artificial dream by my own liberating dmore and more and more (C)
I’m stranded on a virtual shore (D)

things start closing in
I’m still trying to catch my dream
more and more and more
I’m stranded on a virtual shore

and when I finally go blank
I say: Gott sei dank!
and I suddenly realize
it is actually quite nice
seeing things thru my far away eyes

I can see the horizon (E)
with my far away eyes on (C)
I see the new sun rising (D-E)

(I can see the seasons
and I need no reasons
I feel high, when I see the sky
thru my far away eyes)

I need to look into the distance
to stay in balance
to experience the essence

now when things start closing in
I go outside walk down the bohreen
more and more and more
I catch my dreams on a real shore
more and more and more
I feel so much more self assured!

I need to look into the distance
to stay in balance
and experience the essence
now that I have begun to learn my own lessons

Never shut up – never close down (E-C)
Never shut up – never close down (D-E)

magic forest version:
when things start closing in
and I had enough from staring onto a screen
I finally wake up from an artificial dream
I run outside and walk down the bohreen
before I have to scream

more and more and more
I catch my dreams outside in nature
instead on a virtual shore
more and more and more
I feel so much more self assured!

I need to look into the distance
to stay in balance
to experience the essence

Trance Dance

you are moved by a higher force
to a higher place
that’s the space of healing
feel the feeling
never mind the mind

Feel the feelings

(Reggae?)
let’s not jump to conclusions
feel your own feelings
as an individual human being
I don’t need to follow somebody else’s illusions
I rather just check reality and see what there for me to see
don’t follow leaders (yeah Bob!)
watch your parking meters

The Arsehole Gene

there is a curse on the human race
which is in an absolute wrong space
acting totally out of place
having really lost their face
fallen from nature and from grace
and if there was some kind of a god
who had the power to change our lot
I would hope he could intervene
and stop the effect of the arsehole gene
that is present in many a human being
and I wish they could be freed
and leave behind all the greed
after all it’s not that much we need
why then the obsession to accumulate
to change our destiny is our true fate
so we better stop right now before it’s to late

Back In The Driver’s Seat

Dm Am C Em? Am
sometimes I feel I have to abandon
the freedom of random
and leave the kingdom of fun
stop eating my chocolate bun
maybe I need to jump the gun
just for a while
and even with a smile
yes, I have read my file
and with a certain regret
so I don’t entirely forget
for a change follow a plan
there are 3 seats in a van
but only one is the driver’s seat
where I can even put down both of my feet
and stop at the red octagonal sign
and get out to feel the sun shine
and start walking …

get your feet back on the ground
get your feedback on the ground

Money and Time

Time is money
money is time
non of it is mine
Time is money
money is time
do you get it
no, you don’t
99% is owned by a 1% elite
1% is owned by the people
people like you and me
so how can we be free?
and why is that so scary?
there’s still only one solution
it’s still called revolution
are we afraid of our own power?

Inter fear!

I like to inter fear
and listen to my ear
get out of my head
please come into my bed
we are both not yet dead
why not throw away the gun
and have some fun

The New Dawn

(Dm? Em Am?)
the new dawn is daunting, in the end it can’t last
the sun is rising fast
and then there’s task after task
but finally shortly after dusk
I hear the rustling of an unknown nature
it disturbs my unavoidable tasks
of going into the dark velvet of the night
and I feel that familiar fright
maybe I don’t want to leave behind the light
maybe I don’t want to give up the sight
and all that once has been so bright
maybe I don’t want to be out of sight
maybe I don’t want to be guided by the dark knight
and being embraced by the the velvet darkness of the night
maybe I still want to be a child and fly my kite
not a worry where it would take me at this flight
even not of getting caught in the electric wires up high
I still would hold on tight
I would just pull with all my might
I would not surrender without a fight
I like feeling strong and know it’s alright
what is it all about
I have not met myself yet
but I can see you in a distance
so there’s hope
meanwhile I have to trust my luck

In A Bookshop

getting lost between the shelves
full of piled up books
discarded to be sold
again and again
I cannot find humor
(though you pointed it out to me!)
between psychotherapy and trash can
I really tried, but I couldn’t.
no one can
no one can
put sense into a crazy man
nowhere in the universe
and not even in a bookshop

The Beach

place of eternity
forever from here to infinity
ever rolling times
blue blue skies and sunny sunshine
countless grains of sand
running through my hands
witnessing impermanence
I got another lease
in this place of peace
nothing to do
life is new

Drum Song For Spiral Stairs

(to be worked into a video!)
(drumming on parts of spiral stairs)
I’m feeling so high!
am I flying up in the sky?
do I better go down?
am I enlightened now or am I a clown?
is it a dare?
is it my fair share?
going down the stairs?
down the stairs?
downstairs?
to be turned around?
upside down?
still feeling high!
still flying up in the sky!
hahaha – hahaha – hahahigh – (o)high(o) (6/8 pattern)

Maire’s Email

Guitar Song
(G Bm F Am Em Am)
Haaaa!
Actually its cooold. But I discovered unseen parts of the city today and
its nice and wintery and street music and old books for sale (which i
managed to resist) and after doing some Spanish homework don’t see
myself spending 3plus years studying something academic in university.
Been playing with clay and string and thinking I would quite like to
do an art course but its scary.

Heart On Fire

my head is empty
but my heart is on fire
from love or desire
there is all the feeling
(I admit I need some healing)
and no words to tell the story
but maybe I don’t have to worry
as everything is changing anyway
except of that burning feeling
low flames get higher
I’m staring into my fire
and my head is reeling
what’s going on
what’s wrong
is something wrong at all
summer is turning to fall
that’s all

A camera hanging on the wall

(good old analog days, dark rooms and paper prints)
I see a camera hanging on the wall
what has the camera ever seen at all
I wonder which pictures it took
I would like to take a look
and where are the pictures now
are they in the darkness of a pretty box
rarely opened, it doesn’t really need a lock
and who in future still will take a look
at a gone by page of an old book
what can we capture at all
being here in the free flow
can we recall the changing colours of last fall
that camera is still hanging on the wall

Free Music

music is free
it grows like a tree
and there is no fee
it’s not there for business
music is expression and bliss
music is no egotistical competition
it’s the sharing of vibrations
music is true
for me and you

Samala

Ieeh Samala – uh gunovoyeeh
(this chant I heard in a dream,
I don’t know what it means, but its peaceful vibration calms me and others down.
It is good to chant it! It is some kind of a mantra, please try it yourself)
(I play it too to familiarize myself with a new situation or as a first song of a gig,
it’s an arriving chant)
Tuning In
I’m tuning into the space
I’m tuning into the time
the time is now
I’m tuning into the vibe of the tribe
I’m tuning into you and into myself
I can hear myself singing
this is the beginning
this is a new new song
life has just begun
and it goes on and on
everyday is a new song
I can hear myself singing
this is the beginning
Ieeh Samala – uh gunovoyeeh
it’s an art to make a start
I feel I can open up my heart
I am free like the sea
the way to be

Walking Bass Tune

I don’t know how far will I go
I don’t know will I go thru this door
I don’t know will I dance on this floor
I don’t know does it take much more
my feet are already feeling sore
but I’d like to reach another shore
where I can explore or inplore
just playing a simple beat on the count of four
it wouldn’t really be much of a bore
I still could whisper or I could roar

Bolon

long, long time ago in the West of Africa
mysterious sounds could be heard in the dark
sometimes near – sometimes far
long, long time ago in the West of Africa
Bolon walk on – walk on
Bolon walk on – walk on
5 strings and and empty space
lead us to the spirit place
5 strings made from gut, a stick and a gourd
inside of an empty hut, sitting on a board
strings talk, fingers walk
ancestors talk, spirits walk
all the way back
Bolon in West Africa
Bolon talk about the people
that have long gone
it’s a old, old song
Bolon talk about the people
who have moved on
who live in a spirit song
spirit sound – sound spirit
Bolon also talk about plants
Bolon also talk about animals
strings talk, fingers walk
ancestors talk, spirits walk
Bolon walk on – walk on
Bolon walk on – walk on

The Dare Song

close your eyes and tell me what do you see
are you still scared or do you finally feel free?
tell me what’s going on
so we can work it into a song
well – really – I’d like to know
who would dare to give it a go?
who would dare to give it a go?
maybe we could sing a song together
maybe we then can fly like a feather
being reborn as a phoenix on the wing
transforming into a queen and a king
and maybe we can connect
maybe we then can reflect
how to break on thru
and really stop feeling blue
now here is a dare
we can care to share
as love is a game of give and take
give and take
life is alive when I’m right awake
when I’m right awake

Freedom

no one can shut up freedom
we can expose these few criminals
called politicians and business men
who are hungry for power
who are greedy for money
and mostly even both
no one can stop freedom
we can stop these few criminals
who want to control others
who make people suffer
and we can get rid of these criminals
who are only out there to rob us
who cause misery everyday
no one can imprison freedom
we can tell those criminals
to get lost and leave us alone
and to mind their own business
we know ourselves what to do
we know what is good for us
we will not accept those criminals
freedom is our birth right

B flat or B sharp

be flat
I know, I know – this I might regret
maybe the worst instruction I ever will get
then rather be sharp
and to get out from under the tarp
and dare to play that self built harp
yes, I think I really prefer it – be sharp!
and most of us know this is actually C
quite a simple key
to play in easily
and why do I still fail to see
keep it simple is a simple way to be free

Fall In Love

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I love fall
I love to fall in love
I see colors everywhere
and that’s not all
I breath the sweet air
love is all around
it’s everywhere – everywhere
I also love spring
giving birth to everything
a new song to sing along
I love all the seasons
I need no reasons
life is free
to do what it pleases

Slam

slam – the door closed – bang
damn – I have been dosed back then
a phone rang
I didn’t answer it – instead I sang
in a somewhat slurred slang
that I myself strangely could not understand
nobody could
and no one would even bother
everybody rather blames the mother
who had screamed at the father
as he walked out of the living room
slam – the door closed – bang
damn thing – all these kind of memories
slam – I better close that book -x bang – damn
P.S.: note to myself: don’t look back, it’s alright!

Refuse to follow

mothers and daughters
fathers and sons
follow the spirit light
with a light spirit
and let’s be one
don’t follow leaders and politicians
strange people you even don’t know
you cannot trust their decisions
but you can trust the good people you know
so just say “No!”
I refuse to follow
we alone can look after ourself and our own

Modern Daze

(spelled D – A – Z – E)
endlessly nowhere
never somewhere
I can sense it
you play music to calm yourself down
in order not to hear the voices in my head
and not to be bored anymore or frightened
while I sing a new song and tap along
that way tuning into what’s going on
as I don’t want to hear the music in your head
which sometimes really drives me mad
too many layers – too artistic and polyphonic
leaving linear logic behind – and the secret prayers
to stop anything that troubles me within
and then bubbles up without a doubt or a shout
quiet determination is never very loud
and I feel humbled and I am not too proud
to admit that I don’t believe in achievements anymore
I rather walk through a newly painted door
and lie naked on the fluffy carpet on the floor
drifting away on the count of four
at the count of three already feeling free
freed from bipolar and binary one and two
(one and two – one and two – is it me – is it you)
and yes, you can see me in that mirror – that is you
and thanks for the constant reminder
this time I won’t forget to flush the loo

Too Much – Not Enough

I don’t need it – but I want it
that’s what they tell me
that’s what they sell me
too much – not enough (monkey chant = kecak style choir)
original man is a 2 legged animal
as far as I can tell
original woman is a 2 legged animal
as far as I can tell
it’s good enough to survive
to enjoy a simple life
no need to accumulate
no need to work till late
no need for greed
better plant a positive seed
(polyphonic choir with a simple Afro waltz drum pattern):
i See – i Hear – i Care – i Share

Jammin’ In Heaven

jamming’ in heaven
from eleven to seven
oh Lord – have mercy
so many have gone
jamming’ in heaven
and sometimes I wonder
that I still can be found
that I’m still around
after all the hurt and abuse
crazy drugs and all that numbing booze
finally I won’t refuse to cut myself loose
before I leave – before I have to go
knocking on heaven’s door
jamming’ in heaven
from eleven to seven
oh Lord – have mercy
I have blown my mind
too many times
having a good time
just looking for some love
here on earth – not in the heavens above
looking for some love
oh Lord – have mercy
where can you be

Shine

(descending chords, minor – major in half tone steps)
I hear the voices of the past
I really don’t want them to last
any longer – no, not any longer
I need to get much stronger
I’m still too fond of her
I’ still like to hear her purr
all dressed up in that velvety fur
that really needs to stop
that bubble must pop
now the penny must really drop
finally I don’t need to talk in tongues
I only need to breath deeply into my lungs
to know that I can belong
to someone who listens to my song
I’m sure we will get along just fine
without small talk and a bottle of wine
if we relax and take our time
to reflect as we allow ourselves to shine
in the end all will be fine
it will be sublime
shine your light – let it shine
shine

Inclusive

being lazy is not at all crazy
being crazy is not at all lazy
I hope that’s not all too hazy
and not too elusive
it can be all inclusive

Smile

sun is shining
let us have a good time
sun is shining
let’s all wear a smile
it’s not too courageous
but it surely is contagious
everybody wear a smile
let us have a good time

La Defense

(true memories of a visit to the French capital)
Am Dm Em Am
On y va, (H)iggins!
Higgins is a dog with the usual sad look in his eyes
but he doesn’t mind and that’s no lie
though he finds it only remotely amusing
to other beings it would be at least confusing
but after all nobody knows you
and no one knows me either
surrounded by concrete, steel and glass
with it’s strange appeal and the absence of trees and grass
how much longer will this empty dream full of emptiness last
before the future is fading gradually into the past
modern times – le weekend a Paris
we are only visitors – you and me
that’s how it feels
no body lives here
except a lonely tear
and you are out of your mind
and seem not be able to find
what you are looking for
passing so many transparent doors
but fortunately you are not alone
Higgins is looking up to you, faithfully
he can’t help that
I have seen that slightly worried look on his canine face
and I know he feels out of place
maybe even fallen from grace
and God, there you go again
On y va, (H)iggins!
et le chien pense:
Mon Dieu, ouvrez la porte!
vite, vite …

Bird Of Paradise

(kind of Highlife tune GCD)
I’m a bird of paradise
I fly low and high
and let my colors shine
I celebrate this day – I feel fine
I enjoy being alive
in this beautiful paradise

A chant in time – into space

(waltz C Am F D7 – C Am D7 G7)
(this is my chant into space
I hope you all can hear me calling
it’s very important to connect
I can hear the timeless waves rolling
everyone needs some time to reflect)
Oh Mama, Mama
Where have you been so long
too many misunderstandings
not a happy song, things went so wrong
Oh karma, karma
it can turn around in the end
you really always believed in me
but couldn’t understand or give me a hand
Oh time wind, time wind
blowing autumn leaves
everything is changing
nothing ever is what it seems.
Oh children, children
learn to understand
happiness dances within you
be free and don’t pretend
Oh energy, energy
flow wild and free
the only way to be!
the one way for you and me
Oh Papa, Papa – C Am
willI find you somewhere in the end? – F D7
I’m not really sure what to do – C Am
but I owe my life to you too – D7 G7

Pleasure Of Creation

the 3 pearls of unimaginable pleasure
are the love goddess’s divine treasure
beyond linear logic and male measure
oblivion is the nature of fun and leisure

it’s an open secret
so it is no secret
yet it somehow is –
hidden right here and out in the open
(time to sigh followed by a short pause)
I’m eventually coming to some sort of realization
nothing is needed to be in the flow of the creation
but I’m lacking trust and I’ have been taught – taught – taught
and wasted much more than just a thought
I must confess: it’s definitely not easy to let go …
annoying and compulsive brain
and here the headestrian goes again
so who is the creator ?
is she maybe a beautiful creatoress ?
all naked or wearing a colorful dress ?
is she black or white ?
relaxed or uptight ?
or tied up ?
or cut loose ?
consumed too many drugs or too much booze
a repenting procrastinator
who’d given up on later
now an agile agitator
maybe the eternal animator
is no more or no less
an illusion born out of confusion
on my mental screen
or in my wildest dream
nothing more than a faint glimpse
or a vague guess at best
and trying to leave behind the chimps
before taking a well deserved rest

Why wondering at all ?!

why right – why wrong
it’s all part of the song
why right – why left
why left behind
why out of my mind
why stuck in my mind
why write – why write anything
for myself or anybody
why not just to be – be quiet
and leave everything behind
no need to seek as long as I can find
when I can find you – yeah you
and you and you too
when I have left it all behind
and feel your gentle touch
I promise not ask too much
I promise to stop dreaming
as long as we are gently leaning
into each other
holding one another
and who needs a mother?
we all do – me and you
and we need the earth too

Magic Happens

You turn me on
You get me high
You have me floating
Up in the sky
You’re out of sight
You’re all I see
Sometimes Im not sure
Am I you or are you me?
Without that I noticed
I lost all control
As magic just happens
To our bodies and souls
And I really hope
it will be always like this
No beginning – no end
Just eternal bliss
Or am I still dreaming
And not in touch with reality
But I feel wide awake
and your still here next to me

Mainstream Scientists

I enter numbers into a list, I’m a scientist
as far as I recall I really know it all
I test on mice, calculate the rise and the size
but rather ignore the inevitable fall
I’m intellectual and superior
inside I’m small and feel inferior
I can’t see the earth – I can’t see the sky
because I always have to ask how and why
I don’t admire the beauty of a flower
I prefer to know the height of a tower
I know about the fatal impact and chain reactions
but I can’t be held responsible for my own actions

Let Go

everyone finds out in time how far to go
and eventually there comes a time to say no
when there is nothing left but to drift with the flow
you can laugh or cry but you have to let go
and i have decided to now enjoy the ride

Solid Ground

poetry are thoughts full of meaning and emotion
dreams inside a small wooden boat
out on an ocean of beauty, love and pain
believing that it has not been in vain
though to others it might seem insane
but maybe there is a beach within reach
I’m hoping to finally drift ashore
and wish to walk through the invisible door
that has definitely never been there before
looking for that little hut with a wooden floor
I feel the solid ground under my feet
I start shaking all over – I hear my heart beat
in the shelter of the green forest

When I die

When I die
I will fly
high in the skies
no more lies
no disguise
I will be free
boundless cosmic energy!
until I fall down again by gravity
things don’t matter much anymore
I’m stepping through another door
I’m ready when you are – here we go
flying high and sinking slow
I’m ready on the count of four
and on the count of three
I bid ye farewell – my illusions of identity
I bid ye farewell – holy trinity
I, myself and me – egotistical insanity
finally and accidentally also the end of duality
no more tic
no more toc
no more tic toc
no more watching the clock
clock out in time
on the count of one
no more worries
just having fun
freedom instead of lies
and watch out – here comes my super hero
it’s the endless circle – the infinite zero

Progress – Unaware Of Troubles

progress better be a careful and delicate process
with a lot of consideration like in a game of chess
the illusion of having more may mean to feel less
too much really is too much I guess
not enough care is causing distress
too much – it’s not enough – more is less
less is more – a new open door
ecstatic oblivion – on a velvet dance floor
lovers are floating in their bubbles
unaware of the rest and their troubles
the energy flows where the attention goes

The Poem That I Forgot

(noreciting = silence! :), wait until the audience reacts in what ever way)

Not Cured

I have gone too far
just slightly – again
but actually not far enough
I know it can be quite tough
and I admit I had high hopes to be cured
after having been often knowingly lured
and again I have been murdered by love
no intervention from the forces above
and where will I go from here now
I still really don’t know
but this time I won’t shed a tear

Brainiac Maniac

I’m a half awake walking contradiction
to me it’s normal and it’s stranger than fiction
and then again fiction is stranger than me
and my mind on autopilot won’t let me be
I’m too often up in my buzzing head
but my body feels dead without daily bread
I’m looking to be in balance
to use and enjoy my talents
I’m entitled to have fun in the sun
with nothing urgent to be done
being happy without guilt in a relaxed way
the price for achievements is a high one to pay
so how can I find
peace of mind ?
feeling the body is the solution
it is the true soul-revolution

Blue Monday

intro RnR g c D7 – (C D7 G7-C Em D7-C D G-Em D
even a blue Monday
can be a fun day for me
if I choose it to be
and open my eyes to see
and open my ears
and drop the old fears
and open my heart to make a new start
(instead of the same old stinking fart)

The Whistle

I remember the ruins from the war,
Where I used to play as a seven year old boy,
Occasionally finding an empty cartridge.
Which I blew like a whistle,
into the emptiness.
The bullet had been shot many years ago.
As I blew that piercing note on the cartridge into space,
I remember that I was glad that no ghost answered.
And luckily there was no ricochet either.
I was sure the bullet must have missed back then,
and had fallen to the ground somewhere
no harm done
And back then I thought: that bullet cannot kill me now.
the cartridge had become a whistle

graffiti in the city #1

(Chorus) Can you see me? (4x)

graffiti in the city (4x)
I see the writing on the wall
urban graffiti covers it all
urban graffiti, urban graffiti
urban graffiti covers it all

(Chorus)

I sometimes see my name passing by
I’m feeling lonely and I start to cry
I see the writing on the wall
urban graffiti covers it all

(Chorus)

I wonder who will finally see my name
because to be seen is the name of the game
I know there is no point to blame
but I feel the rage inside just the same

(Chorus)

I carry on spraying my lonely message
in a long tunnel, in a narrow passage
and I hope soon someone will see
someone who wants to connect with me
one day someone will see my graffiti
here in this grey and lonely city

graffiti in the city (4x)

P.S.
and I hope I don’t finally meet you in the I – C – U
pale and almost fading in the Intensive Care Unitt

graffiti in the city #2

graffiti in the city (4x)
I see the writing on the wall
urban graffiti covers it all
urban graffiti, urban graffiti
urban graffiti covers it all

Can you see me? (4x) (Chorus)

someone sprayed some paint and left their mark
on a factory wall or in the city park
in broad daylight or in the darkest dark
in Berlin, Bejing, Moskow and West Cork

graffiti in the city (4x)

would you notice me
in a city of 10 million and one people
would I notice you
waving from the top of the steeple
would we notice one another inside the empty cathedral
or out in the streets where people seem almost equal

(Chorus)

maybe one day I will stand just there
holding up a sign saying: I am here
but maybe that would be too crazy
too courageous and also too amazing
it would be the ultimately scary dare
no, no – not ready yet – not quite there

(Chorus)

someone sprayed some paint and left their mark
on a factory wall or in the city park
for me to read in the urban desert heat
I might have to get up from my cosy seat
to walk down to see an unknown street
wondering can real people really meet
and weave a fragile and tender bond
from here to everywhere and beyond
and beyond beyond

(Chorus2)

I have seen happiness and I have seen pain
there is no gain to stay standing in the rain
express yourself
It won’t be in vain
take the express train

get back on track

let us not loose the way along the way
listen to what we used to say
back then we still knew the way
time to get on track with no delay

don’t talk – do!

(no more to be said, so much to be done!)

Loop Station

I’m lonely and alone again
and again I’m going loopy
feeling lousy and drousy
my head hangs droopy
today no one is playing with me
and I feel forgotten and gloomy
but sadly I’m unable to enjoy just to be
yesterday they talked again behind my back
or did I still hear the old voices in my head
that whispered that I’m a loony
and my brain feels too roomy
quite obvious and plain for everybody to see
that strange kid even talks to a tree
well then, I better switch my loop station on
thy kingdom come thy will be done
and now I’m not lonely anymore and not alone
but I am not all one
I’m an absent father’s son
my loopy ego is instantly multiplied,
I feel numb inside, but I’m occupied
and all the me’s* and I’s* join into the fun
so many of them, yet they pretend to be just one
I’m playing on and off with the me I was seconds ago
not sure who he is and if he is friend or foe
and instantly it’s fed into the loop …
* plurals of me and I!

Show Offs

show offs – the show is off,
the gear , the gadgets , the hip brand names – it ain’t it.
it’s all a matter of letting go
of the famous names and the logo
reality is not a show off show
there’s no need to go so low
relax and let the spirit flow.
forget about the gear and the gadgets
what ever you are missing – no gadget can patch it
it’s not needed, everything is already here.
and the show is off
and you are on!

givers and the takers and the bottomless black hole

we have the givers and the takers
noble souls and fearful fakers
and we need to find out
what is that bottomless black hole
in some people that never can be filled
why is having much more than others necessary at all?
why can we only rarely hear the humble call?

Consideration

you tell me you never thought I could be like this
but I’m only walking on thin ice – thats what it is
and sometimes I really don’t know
what it’s all about, especially when I feel low
and if i’m able to carry on with the show
maybe it’s time to quit and just go
where there are no expectations
but understanding and consideration

Art

art – why?
I mean really, what for?
Search for beauty and harmony, distraction from unhappiness and lonely pain and emptiness?
Or just random creations, one giant cosmic folly ?
That seems unlikely! There must be a reason, a purpose, or a motivation, why otherwise even bother?
A need to fill the void?
Maybe. Just being is not good enough, it’s too scary.
Screaming silence.
So rather producing art, some sort of a healing, working through something which is even not clear to me what it is and to what degree, but I hope to see clearer in the future, eventually.
And then I’m not really sure, if that is art and if this is a good thing in the end or if I just prefer to pretend, maybe ignorance really is bliss, the seduction of the sweet kiss of instant oblivion.
Art also might be just a way to pass the time, a gift from the Gods, who we created in the first place and then later feared.
For a child art is a way of having fun, not a whole lot of meaning to it as such, just to follow a feeling of freedom, walking down an unknown trail full of surprises into some kind of wonderland.
That sounds just wonderful to me. I’ll go with that.

Lovely And Slow

youth is doing things fast
it’s not going to last
it’s over in a blast
so when we make love
let’s make love slowly
Feel every moment as love is holy
the energy flows
through you and me
as we immerse
in the void and the omniverse
this divine pleasure
it is truly our treasure

Lovely And Slow

youth is doing things fast
it’s not going to last
it’s over in a blast
so when we make love
let’s make love slowly
Feel every moment as love is holy
the energy flows
through you and me
as we immerse
in the void and the omniverse
this divine pleasure
it is truly our treasure

Flow

sometimes I wonder why love does not last
sometimes I wonder why time passes so fast
and i wish in a perfect moment time would stop
and this bubble of paradise would never pop
but we have to go through a lot of changes
walking through confusing and amazing mazes
flow eternal river flow
all I can do is let go
flow eternal river flow
all I can do is drifting slow
no more wondering
why love does not last
not much use wondering
about the future and past
flow river flow
I try to let go

Open Heart Surge

many of us ventured to expand our minds
we tried to see what we would find
we tried to explore new and far away shores
in an effort to open colorful doors
the mysterious doors of perceptions
were merely windows of deception
even now we are still trying to pull up the blinds
and we really thought we had expanded our minds
we did it in the one way or another
but we still could not care for each other
and still could not treat each other
like a sister or a brother
in a warm and loving way
but be that as it may
we can open our hearts today
and I’d like to step forward and say
after such a long search
I feel a strong urge
to create that soft surge
that opens the heart
the human art and be a part
of helping that open heart surge
finally emerge!

A Dare My Dear

(C Em C D G)
hello my dear – I beg your pardon
I’d like to visit your magic garden
I’d like to get lost in the magic forest
I like to imagine that would work out best …
meanwhile I pledge to remain on my ledge
standing right here near the scary edge
wearing my heart as a throbbing badge
while I cut the red roses of your hedge
just to catch a glance of you
that would see myself through
while glowing in an electric kind of blue
and the high hope to finally talk to you
but I feel like an old fool
who has to regain his cool
because I actually know
if things are in a natural flow
that’s the way they are meant to go
then there’s absolutely no need for a show
and if you felt inclined and really would want it
you surely would be the one to make the first contact

The Operation

they opened me up,
I mean they drilled two holes in my head
they did the necessary adjustments,
the operation was successful.
thank you, thank you
to all the kind people, the ancestors, to the omnivese
a polite applause and a long pause
how did these words slip in?
where have I been?
lost in a dream?
I had collapsed in the surgery, isn’t that right?
anyway, you did a great job, what ever you did.
“just a bit of plumbing really” said the neuro-surgeon
but really a celebration of the art, guided by a higher force
that means everything and leaves the waters still and void.
Don’t look back, this moment will always be there.
mirrored mirrors and still not the reality.
I hear the voices in my head again, Im a scatterbrain.

Everyday

i’t seems more of the same everyday, but hey!
that’s not the way
I can decide to see it with today’s eyes
discover more than one surprise
it’s an everyday call
it comes at no price at all
the seemingly same everyday
is like a vast open plain
the land of the free
is open to me
I can turn around and around
the full 360 degrees
I can choose or follow my heart
everyday is a new start on my part
leaving the monotonous tunnels
no more brain wash funnels
everything starts from scratch
no particular badge to attach
nothing to catch
definitely not the 6 o’clock train
I have my own plan to hatch

Busy and Buzzing

the head is buzzing like a city
where the traffic never stops
even at four in the morning
I hear the ticking of the clocks
even at this ungodly hour it’s still noisy and busy
the never-ending thoughts are making me dizzy
and i wish there was a traffic jam
and it all would just stop with a bang
followed by a second of silence then
yes that is a good plan
but there it goes again
I hear the drums in my head
telling me you are not dead yet
I feel moved by the grooves
I have to get off from my seat
and start moving to the syncopated beat
to manifest the vibe from inside
outside in nature to stay alive
everything is all over the place
really no where in particular
but right in the face
I try to be mindful not to get lost again – in my dreams
I try to be mindful not to get lost again – in that daze
wasting more of my lifetime, in the end nothing remains
and anyway as you came into this room now
and are looking over my shoulder
as I am now older and bolder
I tell you if it’s worth your while
take the whole pile
you might as well publish that stuff
that I wrote down from a voice above
it wouldn’t matter to me much at all
but it could be someone else’s call
maybe to break down the conventional barriers
the terrestrials might finally release their terriers
to play free in the wild with a smile
and for a while again act like a child
make sense without any sense at all
as long as you manage to fly you can’t fall
connect via feeling
spiraling up without a railing

Exclusion

exclusion – execution – egotistical illusion
listen and remember – listen – listen
what ever you do it’s gonna come right back to you
listen to this glamourous people in all your glitter and bliss
who love to be seen in all their faked hipness across the abyss
stage struck and fucked up
the bubble is about to pop
soon no one will see you anymore
in the spot light of a lonely stage floor
everybody will just see through you
no more irresistible but simply invisible
and no one will hear you screeching desperately
because you lost the power to manipulate
you did create your own fate and it’s too late
now it’s happening to you too
exclusion – execution – egotistical illusion
it’s karma and dharma will resolve the confusion

Words And Voices

all these words come streaming in
I’m awake but also in a dream
sometimes I know what they mean
sometimes I just want to scream
to wake up and get out of this dream
I’m receiving lots of puzzle pieces
I throw them away to get new leases
I am shedding the old skin
dump my sin in the bin
but the voices in my head are still talking
but I just keep on walking and walking
ready to meet you in nature or in the street
feeling the heat of the beat under my feet
ready to throw away any outdated picture
ready for anything but the holy scripture
hoping for a warm connection
forgetting the ideals of perfection

SoulScape

Watch the trailer on YouTube.
Listen to the Websample on Bandcamp.

Welcome to SoulScape
it is not an escape, but an invitation
to join this special nation
the land with a minimum of mind pollution
the only imaginary country that has banned media brainwash
let’s look around ….
what do I see? ….
aahhh, Utopia, the sleeping Beauty, is finally waking up from a deep and too long slumber
she opens her sleepy eyes
yawns and stretches herself
now ready to summon her butterflies again …
to give the order of the day with her irresistably soft voice of velvet:
“go, all of you fly, visit the poet”

Poets

I’m a poet – as is everybody else
I’m guessing my way – as does everybody else
I’m not sure what to say – neither does anybody else
I do it anyway and I’m curious what you have to say
we can allow ourselves to relax for a change at this stage
there’s still much too much civil surface in this day and age
No need to make always sense
and yes we can climb over that fence
Maybe even tear it down, leave this town
And discard the crown and stop to frown
And dare to simply go by feeling
I’m sure everyone finds that much more appealing
To meet each other on another shore –
off guard for a change
no particular agenda for a while
You are a poet – so am I
sang the butterfly

Secret Thoughts

wickedly wired and tired
of being fired
rather than being desired
still in the frontline
waiting for some sunshine
what if it was it’s the other way around?
wickedly wired and tired
of being desired
rather than being fired
still in the frontline
waiting for some sunshine

two types of medication

1) oneness with all – blankness of mind – just being
2) reflection of myself and others in all aspects, commonly referred to as meditation, seemingly impossible to do for a longer period of time and also scary for the majority.

What to do with the zoo

(Cm Bm Am)
it’s no magic trick
that time passes so quick
quick time
quick sand
always tickling through
into something new
from beginning to end
into to another land
the shaman’s tongue was true
but now it’s up to me and you
to do what we have to do
can we free the animals in the zoo
so what are we gonna do
me and you
we can flow
and stop the time
and slowly grow
forever – one more time

Important Message

a simple poem
but no simple task
take it or leave it
we can retrieve it
nothing will grow
nothing will flow
until we let go
we will be free eventually
when we have learnt
to let most things be
when we stop
to want and to judge
when we drop
to rush and bear a grudge
wake up sweet dreamer
your dream is about to begin …
look around you and within
around and within

Perfect

What is that whole show?
How can I grow?
And where will I go
When Im feeling low
And I have no clue what to do
When I’m lonely and longing for you
What is going to turn me on?
Where can I have a bit of fun?
And who is going to turn me down?
Who in the end will turn me in
with shaky knees and a scared grin?

And after I have been in the loony bin
Will I later remember what I have seen?
How is it going to turn out in the dungeons of a cloud?
Will I laugh in ecstasy in my crazy fantasy?
Or will I bash against the unlocked door and shout
Let me out, Let me out
for crying out loud!
What is this all about?

And when Im out again in the street
With an aching heart and wandering with sore feet
Will I knock again on your colorfully painted door?
And ask you to let the butterflies dance once more

And once again I might turn myself in
And tell you everything and where I’ve been
Inside of you and in my meandering dream
And tell you everything and all that I’ve seen
All my hopes and fears inside of the relentless machine
The grass on the other side surely is always only too green

And sometimes I get so blue, it’s true
That’s when I’m thinking and dreaming of you
I feel so high when we are together
interwoven like a beautiful fabric and light as a feather
Like stars in the soft and dark velvet sky
That would be the perfect moment to die

eternity is growing wings, but are we ready to fly?

Seeking Permission

may I throw my my words like pebbles
into the deep pond of your soul
and watch the the circles of the ripples
witnessing the resonance of magic and beauty unfold

Blur And Sharpen

(for Oliver)
life is a game of blur and sharpen
until we hear her purr and the light starts to darken
in our everyday room
that’s when I zoom
into infinite infinity
into divine vicinity
for a timeless while
until I say good bye
and it’s time again to sharpen
reality is really our best bargain
but the inevitable hurt
can make it all blurred
but after a while
you surely will smile
again

For Jimi

if 6 turned out to be 9
I don’t mind, I don’t mind
if 69 turned around to be 96
you and I still would get our fix
heavenly pleasure and cosmic kicks
und allés umsonst, Spass kostet nix

Keep On Trying

all these artistic activities keep me somehow afloat
but ever so often I have to have my ear to the ground
heat that deep drone and listen to the sound all around
the only way not to be distracted by the pictures in my head
and even worse, the children watching television.
I can hear my heartbeat and the heartbeat of the earth
and remember the heartbeat of my mother before my birth
and again I’m running against a wall
it seems I can’t stop that at all
I’m obviously deaf the emergency call
and oblivious to the immanent fall
I find it difficult to listen at all
so maybe I really have to feel
to finally fall awake and become real
that is definitely the far better deal
even if its first the pain, I’ll have to feel
It takes so very, very, very long
to be independent and strong
to insist to sing my own song
to be finally able to move on
I know I can walk right through the door
I can even make it the other shore
where I don’t have to worry anymore
where I don’t have to wish for more and more.

my 6 word biography

random suffering awakens awareness for freedom

Togetherness Reggae

(a pagan carol)
listen to what I have to say
about the days we all call christmas
there’s no need for shopping and all the stress
when we can celebrate togetherness
this winter solstice
it’s the shortest day
but it’s the longest night
together we drum, sing and dance
together we feel alright
rooted deeply into the earth
we fly our cosmic kite
our present is our presence
that is real and makes much more sense

Getting Real

I live in a world of fantasy
between brainwash and poetry
I need to taste reality
to finally be free

Ballydehob

you want to have some fun
then just go down the N71
and make sure to stop
in the village of Ballydehob
and drop into the social club
and drum, sing and dance until you drop

Homeless

everybody is homeless
more or less
more is less
less is more
open the door
homeless in a lonely celtic tiger mansion
homeless out in the streets without a pension

Waiting Rooms

waiting rooms
places of doom
and the gloom of the unknown
time is slowing down
no point to even frown
from here everything runs its own course
without mercy, without remorse
so the mind wanders
and is slowly going blank
and beyond beyond beyond
until its my turn to learn
what I need to know
my name has been called …
it’s my time to go

Another Watchtower

(the missing 4th verse!)
there most be some kind of way out of here
that’s what we used tho sing
but it always led to nowhere
maybe something new now must begin
(solo)
there must be a way into there
the thief said to the clown
all this confusion ain’t going nowhere
get up,rise from feeling down
business men forget your crazy game
ploughman care for planet earth
you don’t have to be so god damn insane
there will be a spiritual rebirth
(solo)
there will be a spiritual rebirth
people will care for planet earth

(you can drop this frown)

Facebook and the hidden eye

FB(I) – now you know why, where there is FB there’s always a hidden eye, ehmm… I mean: (I), social media = control, if you know don’t let them also catch your soul. hippy solstice!
Oh! You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout I’m telling you why
FB is coming to town
FB’s making a list
Checking it twice
Gonna find out who’s naughty or nice
FB is coming to town
He sees you when you’re sleeping
He knows when you’re awake
He knows if you’ve been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake!
and wake up – for fuck sake!

Change

technology is developing much too fast
for the stone age man to still be in the cast
the bright future turns into a forgetful past
in the end inevitably nothing will last
open you mind, listen with your third ear
and you’ll hear, have no fear
eventually it will get clear
change appears often quite strange

Guitar

the guitar is my raft
playing it is my craft
my fingers are the oars
to carry me to distant shores
I visited many a land
sometimes alone , sometimes with a band
I’ve been around for some time
and Im still having fun and feeling fine

Undercover Lover

(rock’n’roll)
I would like to be (E)
your undercover lover (A)
I would like to discover (E)
your sweet secrets (A)
under your cover (E)
I would like to be in your dreams (B7)
so many delicious delights it seems (A7)
I would like to be (E)
your undercover lover (A)
day and night (A# A E)
night and day
sweat secrets of delight (E B7)

Dedicated

this is dedicated to you
but being rational and detached
I cannot see why you even would listen to it
I suppose we all have to stop playing games
that are not fun

the anarchist child

the art of living
is to preserve
a child-like joy
to express yourself
the way you feel
when you feel like it.
and not being tied down by others
or conventions of society
or social control.
life is free
to do what it pleases.

“the freedom of beach” – the forgotten human right

please allow me just a few words,
I promise it wont take too long,
take your time,
the time you rarely take for yourself,
take the time to listen.
allow yourself to be idle and take the time just to be.
try to stop the voices in the head,
that tell you to do things .
who are these voices anyway?
to tell you anything!
its your time after all,
and its my time too.
remember: as long as you don’t harm other beings,
or have a negative impact in any way,
you are free to do what you like,
and you are not accountable to anyone.
so feel allow yourself the freedom of beach
as a reminder you can call it “the freedom of beach”
no one can tell you or make you do anything,
only you can do that
so can everyone else!

No Regret

everyone knows killing is a crime
but killing time seems to me just fine
it’s an artistic skill and it’s sublime
in a non-stop overdrive land
idleness is truly your friend
where as the manic and artificial activity
leads you into isolation and captivity

Love is Lovely

who do I love (C Cd C)
when I love (De D)
do I connect with someone (C Cd C)
who I am not (De D)
resonance and recognition (C Cd C)
on the spot (De D)
or do I love finding someone like me (G C G)
who is the prisoner and who is free (G C D)
is it you or is it me (G C G)
up in a tree in my dreams (G C D)
(rock”n”roll)
so let us both take off all our clothes (G)
is that really the way it goes
love might be the answer, sweet romancer (C D)
cosmic dancer (C e G)
(solo)
love, sweet love
we can feel it,reveal it, even steal it
smell it, spell it, yell it
hear it, fear it,
love it, float high above it,
we can taste it and we better don’t waste it
we can follow the sun
and all can have fun
life has just begun

inside the cell (phone) (l’oefre de solitude)

(A – G reggae)
will you really get in touch?
or is that asking too much ?
too much seems not enough
it’s tragic and too tough
you are always on the phone
because you are all alone
and you send another text
and you think who to text next
non stop empty conversation
the perfect disguise of the isolation
outside in the street
is where the living meet

Play

let us play, but not playing the old game
of playing games
pretending over and over again
playing the game
fortune and fame
games are lies
what a shame
and now for a change
let us be playful and really play
come on let’s go for it, what do you say?
play and pride
nothing to hide
just to ride the tide

Escapes And Escapades

I’m making my escape from shallow entertainment
and the hollow containment of ridiculous restraint
I rather sing and laugh and dance and paint
no need for me to pretend that I’m a saint
I just ain’t, because I have fun until I faint

Break Through

(G F)
in my hitchhiking days
I was lost in a maze
too much purple haze
lost in inner space
I did not recognize any place
it’s been a much too long trip
passing through oblivion and back
I must have crossed this seemingly infinite hall
and eventually I broke through the stoned wall
because I want to hear your sweet call
I want to see, taste and feel it all
I will get up again when I fall
and when I fail
and cannot find the holy grail
blown away by a fierce gail
I still want to tell my tale
and it definitely won’t be for sale
to be bought by remote controlled ghosts
who boast that they own the most
in their dying rooms dark and pale
with the air dead and stale
they must have been choking
for a change I am not joking

Flow Motion

there is so much to be scared about
that there is no point in being scared at all
(sung)
whatever it is – it won’t last
whatever it is – it will pass
everything alive and living
will melt into oblivion

it is enough to just get on with life
life unfolds to survive
mortality might be scary
but change is necessary
immortality is absolutely impossible
it would be utterly irresponsible
many tried desperately
and just failed miserably
gimmicks like getting nailed to a cross
instead of running off …
some managed to be remembered for a few thousand years

That’s not much in a cosmic dimension!
a dimension beyond comprehension
being forgotten is the name of the game
it’s no shame at all because it’s all the same
Buddha, Jesus, Mohamed, and all the others
forgotten as their sisters and brothers
forgotten as their fathers and mothers
everyone will be eventually forgotten!
rotten mummies in Egyptian cotton
so better strive to be alive
to get on with living life.
listening, moving, grooving
to the eternal rhythm
inside of the cosmic prism

dancing forever
in any weather
free and easy
moving slowly
in flow motion only
it’s a long dance
it’s a chance
to go slow and flow
is the eternal way of letting go

With What Now?

we are jars, vessels, bottomless pits
it’s so hard to admit
a lot of the time
we have to fill ourselves
with something or the other
food, drink, clothing
in moderation that’s only natural
it’s necessary
but all the other stuff,
superfluous goods,
better called “bads”
and the head stuff
knowledge, TV, etc., etc.
all sorts of junk
simply substitutes for the missing love …
to fill that bottomless hole …
that can’t be filled …

No More Judgement Day

judgementalism is a bad vibration
to be better dropped at once
and without hesitation
judge not, so you are not being judged
people who judge pretend to know
but no one can ever know!
no one knows all the factors and criteria involved!
to still pretend to know is human arrogance
it translates into:
I know, you don’t
and I have the power over you!
it’s an egotistical illusion
it’s not possible nor appropriate to judge at all
so judge not!

cross the border

if everything is in order
you may cross the border
even if you are borderline
that still will work out fine
as long as you are humble
you won’t stumble
if you really listen
you don’t learn by dismissing

what you’re gonna do?

(reggae)
what you’re gonna do
what you’re gonna do
you are sitting in an office of a big corporation
in the jungle of loneliness inside the concrete nation
you earn a shit-load of dirty money
what you’re gonna do with it honey?
so I’m asking you and you
what you’re gonna do
when you’re feeling blue
better stay in tune
choose the right things to do

(reggae)
what you’re gonna do
what you’re gonna do
you are sitting in an office of a big corporation
in the jungle of loneliness inside the concrete nation
you earn a shit-load of dirty money
what you’re gonna do with it honey?
so I’m asking you and you
what you’re gonna do
when you’re feeling blue
better stay in tune
choose the right things to do

Gay Or Whatever (It Doesn’t Matter)

it’s nobody’s business, but your own
what you stick in where
entirely depends on who lets you do it
permitted is whatever all involved can agree upon
and hopefully enjoy

A mystery on a beach

When I walked on a wind-swept beach outside Ventry on Dingle there were huge boulders to keep the dunes in and from being washed away. Some of these boulders were inscribed neatly with a chisel, a secret message, words and signs and numbers which did not make any apparent sense at all.
It made me wonder what that was all about and my mind tried to understand and tries to know the story behind this. quite some work to carve that into stone, in fact dozens of hours of chiseling. in a way that is more mysterious than the wavy patterns left by the sea in the sand which have been rounded off by the the strong winds.
Some things are plain to see but can’t be explained and in fact there is no need for that either.

does it really matter ?

identities, similarities, opposites, etc.
whatever
does it really matter all that much?
what does it mean
if I reject or ignore or agree
some drink coffee, some drink tea

Planet Talk

The planets have being talking as they do once in a while (G B)
and again they talked about planet Earth (F)
or as they call her, Blue Gaia,, Blue Gaia. (Dm E (4) Am)

She had been spinning in a very subdued manner on her orbit for a while
Gaia was apparently not well at all
and seemed all dazed and confused.

Mars said to Venus: Gaia must be in a lot of pain
you can tell by all the bad vibrations
like earth quakes and floodings that get quite heavy now at times.

Venus replied to Mars: yes, she really needs love, a lot of love
but I think she has got the Humans,
that bleed her, suck her life and her blood.

Jupiter shook his head and muttered: that’s very nasty indeed.
The clever planet Mercury thought for a moment and added:
it’s bad now, but she will get rid of the humans – eventually.

if the humans don’t assume a modest and humble attitude
and care for her with love and gratitude
Gaia will unleash storms and earthquakes, droughts and floods

We all know that Gaia always has been resourceful and very strong
and managed to get well again
and it won’t be long until we hear her sing her happy song.

Kronos happened to be present as well as an always welcome guest
and he chuckled and said: as I keep saying, it’s all a matter of time �

Saturn adjusted his majestic rings and passionately exclaimed
just make an effort to align
and concentrate and act before it’s all too late

The Beast Inside

there will be no more feast for the beast
screamed the priest since many centuries
but finally now there might be hope at least
that the crimes might be named
that the criminals might be shamed
can the beast ever be tamed?
the beast is a child
and it is wild
inside the beast will always stay insane
thats what the media continuously is trying to claim
and they try to bribe
the innocent tribe
but the beast doesn’t really care about fortune and fame
nor the seductive manipulation or the fabricated reputation
broadcasted to the majority of the brainwashed nation
what a shame that the rotten old game
always seems to unfortunately stay the same
time to fall awake and break the mental chains

Animal Sense (Think Body)

| Bm G | Bm G | Em A Bm | G A Bm |
before we get rid – of every -ism | Bm G |
we need to practice a lot of animalism | Bm G |
we can sense what we’re missing | Em A Bm |
it’s a simple and earthy natural rhythm | G A Bm |

when finally all the numbers run into one | Bm G |
the mind stops thinking and bodies are having fun | Bm G |
our souls enjoying themselves in the warmth of the sun | Em A Bm |
a new life has just begun | G A Bm |
(chorus)
think with your body – feel with your mind | Bm G |
think with your body – feel with your mind | Bm G |
let your nose and feet find the way | Em A Bm |
always – anytime – each and every day | G A Bm |
let your nose and feet find their way | Em A Bm |
right now and each and every day | G A Bm |

PARIS IN THE THIRD MILLENIUM

Paris ‘tait amour, amour est mort, Paris n’existe pas …
ghosts of a glamorous and glorious past
haunt the boulevards today
an oyster consumed for its reputation
and the empty shell thrown away
as zombies are cashing in
on the charm and the ambience
of priceless precious bygone days
filled with a lust for life in style
and now we are looking at the mere hollow relics
but we still can even now catch a vague glimpse
in our dreamy imagination
being carried away by a slight scent of that sweet perfume
yearning for the nostalgia of the perfect day

Cosmic Consciousness Tribe Communication

The resonances of feelings and sounds within beings are the manifestation of the omni-versal vibrational truth which is communicated non-verbally in an intuitive way among all the members of the cosmic consciousness tribe. The experience is hugely enhanced by a similar wave length.

Think and Feel

think with your body
feel with your mind
don’t look for anything
and eventually you will find
everything

I don’t remember
I always have been looking for something
I didn’t know what it was and I couldn’t find it either
I must have lost my mind a long time ago
and also body and soul
I don’t remember
probably didn’t get the right care
I don’t want to remember
nothing can be expected to be fair
it’s nobody’s fault
there is no one to be blamed

I am a smiling survivor
a bit scarred but not scared anymore
a secret highway driver

change things around

Let me tell you what I found out
but find it hard to do, so hard to do
though we all could benefit from it
me and you and you, too
Sometimes I just have to change things around
and that’s not only that worrying frown
sometimes it got to be the opposite
or it could be a new composite
or maybe even only a part of it
and hold tight
it’s dynamite!

Committing A Rhyme

only because it rhymes doesn’t make it poetry
its probably somewhat boring
like the prescribed 4 o’clock tea
a rhyme can be a crime
or accidental fun
like an unintended pun
but should we give it the gun?
no rhyme, no reason
just random treason

Recognition

I am sitting in that makeshift cinema in Schull during the film festival watching some of these short films, submitted by hurt dreamers, and I see snapshots of my own past, some of them almost completely forgotten. How did they know, how did I know, when I went inside into the darkness of the projection room without knowing that I was meant to reflect on these fleeting illusions filled with joy and painfully pulsating life and wild passion.

The Right Tribe

why think – why reflect
why write – why publish
why to be read – why to be heard
why to be listened to – why to be understood
why anything???
here the answers – loud and clear:
I would like to be witnessed
I would like to be recognized
I would like to be all one with my spirit tribe

Lovebird

(5th fret Dm C B B(b) A)
Love is miraculous and beautiful bird
settling where and when it pleases
this bird must be free
and the wings must never be clipped.
It cannot be caught or bought or sold
and she cant be told
she can’t be chained
or even remotely tamed
she knows her natural beauty
her own reality is her duty
I can only wish for it
and I can only wait for it
she will come to you
don’t tell her what to do
eventually a lovebird will come to you

Underwhelmed

I thought I’d really overstand
though it is a real effort
but I have to admit to myself
I am still underwhelmed
by so many situations
and all these programs and concepts
they must be deleted – write now
what do you really feel?
break the silence with a scream
fall awake from your dream
the shadow is getting longer before it dissapears into oneness
fall awake little dreamer
you dream is about to begin�

Memories

( half a confession )
I better give up on memories
to keep my inner peace
that thinking of the past
dwelling on things that have past
back then painfully slow
with nowhere to go
in hindsight almost fast
so why at all ponder upon the past
not a good place to be
in the end nothing can last
so why are memories so important to me?
I suppose I am trying to see
who was this me back then
when I was not able to be free
lost days in a dark haze
lost in a maze – a hopeless case
I could not conquer all the fears
and kept drowning in my tears
even if I sometimes vaguely knew
there was nothing I could do
it was a waste being wasted
too many concoctions I had tasted
despite all I managed to survive
and somehow got on with life
for a while or an eternity it seems
I was imprisoned inside a dreadful dream
a cold place with little affection
no sense and no sense of direction
I had been at a complete loss
everything comes at a cost
but I and nobody else gave a toss

so where was I when I was not there
all that remains
are worrying stains
in my broken book
of hazy snapshots that I took
so what was the story – if there was a story?
no point at this point in time to be even sorry
thou it’s still unnerving and a bother
but I couldn’t ask anyone or my brother
and I still feel uneasy but now its bearable
the past itself has been much more terrible.
I better give up on memories
to keep my inner peace

Babylon must go down

(a reggae song Bm Em F#m)
Babylon system is the vampire
every political system is a vampire,
systematically consolidating the empire
of the evil and wicked over-creation
everywhere in this beautiful nation
the best system that there is, is the sound system
to spread a positive vibration
through out this beautiful nation
we need to go back to our tribal ways
that’s what I say
back to community based politics
no more poly-tricks
the only good system is a sound system
not a system of destruction
no system of corruption
a sound system of construction
equality and communal satisfaction
so fall awake and make no mistake
don’t accept brainwash or fake
it’s a simple game of give and take

The Journey

( D# – D – C – Em )
I had to go beyond
just to see the sun
will someone please tell me what I have done
what did I not do
walking through
and out the colorful fog of sweet nowhere
looking for you
you, who I never knew
who you were
because you weren’t there
and in the end
I met myself
no more sitting stored away on a shelf
what relief, now I finally believe
because I know …

Random Reggae

that’s all their is to do
when you are feeling blue
Random Reggae
right now – right on
pass the message on!
spread a positive vibration today
what do you say? hey?

Explore

(Am F E Am)
have a walk on the wild side
at least once in a while
it can turn the tide
it will be alright
and make you and me smile
open the window, walk through the door
ask for more and dare to explore
leave your desk at your own risk
it’s your right, your own responsibility
and no liability will be accepted

ImagiNation

(a reggae song Bm Em F#m)
the best nation is the ImagiNation
no limits, no borders, no orders, no limitation
just use your ImagiNation
it’s a freedom groove
get up and move
just use your ImagiNation
leave the limitation nation
it’s not a happy nation

Brainy Reign

there is rain in my brain
and that constant drain
there is pain in painting
and it’s also in Spain
I got a brainy brain
it’s impossible to explain
but if I drop the L or H
all is left is the edge
you get the eye, dear
watch out, you will see

True Fool

who is the true fool
who is just trying to be cool
who just wants to hide
from the incoming tide
who has just so much fun
doing what just needs to be done
who doesn’t really need to know
what exactly to do and where to go

Leaves

We are like the swaying leaves (E 4th fret)
We don’t know when we will drop from our tree (Am 5th fret with 7th on E string)
And where the wind will blow us to (Dm)
I don’t know, neither do you (E Dm E)
no one knows, neither you or me (E Dm E)
but we will be free eventually(E Dm E)
all we can do is to flow and grow � (E Dm E)
until we finally will know (E Dm E)

Antique Shop

antique shops – modern day treasure boxes
visited by romantics and dreamers
in search of the unknown something
they often don’t even know themselves
what it is and still they are looking for it
but they know that they will recognize it
when they finally unexpectedly see it
that this moment of the delightful discovery
will make their day
it will be a special day
it will quench their thirst
for something beautiful
and will interrupt their mystical quest
at least for a while
that longing for something long lost in time
a vague shadow momentarily reveilling its source
no more present in today’s world
a world that lost almost all the magic
and only a few knowingly exchange a wink
and keep the spell alive

Gone

(G#m – F#m | E A E)
what will happen with my soul
will it be somewhere or nowhere at all
will I in the end have reached my goal
after I’m gone and all has been done
no more in my physical form
but being a part of everything
and a part of nothing and all
having been duly returned from my earthward fall
will the earthlings then at their hearth
read or hear my written words
and listen to the vibrations of my song
after I’m long gone
and what would it matter to me
when I’m finally without needs and free
freed of the fire of all desire I shall be

Secret Dreams

there is plenty of talk tonight in the bar
about almost everything as usual
with the exception of the old secrets
we don’t want to remember them anymore
as we create unknowingly new ones every moment
also to be forgotten by future generations just the same
and at a glance it feels like that there are no secrets at all

only the bar tables stay sticky as they always have been
and the swell of the noise of ninety nine odd voices
gradually transforms into dreamy silence in my tranced out head
too much to take in altogether
smiles all around me
some of them vary and worried and dreaming
trying hard to cross over to a better place
maybe not in high definition format
like on the wide screen television on the wall
now ever present observer of the drinking crowd
but some of the hopes are even not in Technicolour
but long for an old fashioned black and white romance for a night
maybe a week – maybe even longer – maybe for ever
ever present secret dreams
as the drink fueled conversation rolls on ferociously
to ever louder numbing noise levels
and even later
finally at home
I mumble to myself
so why are we often sleeping
with the light on
and why are we rarely listening
to our own song

Choice

lover of wisdom or lover of gain
same old same thing, over and over again!
Pythagoras stated that already 2500 years ago
and it’s still my choice where to go

Gateway Timeout

it’s a lonely, lonely world
I would have preferred
not sitting in front of a machine
staring, staring, staring
staring at a screen
at a screen
a screen
where have I been?
another Gateway Timeout:
can’t connect to remote host

Eureka

keep your cards to your chest (A)5
and your ears to the ground (C#m)4
keep calm and look (Bm)7
look all around (A)5

look all around (A)5
that seems to be the best (C#m)4
and then don’t be too proud (Bm)7
to shout out loud (C#m)9
I passed my own test (A)5

I passed my own test (A)5
now I can forget all the rest (C#m)4
and what is best (Bm)7
I can take a deserved rest (A)5

New

forget everything you knew
and just do
don’t talk
just walk

Some People

some people are talking to the stars (A-G)
some people are talking to the stones (A-Bm)
some people are talking animals (A-G)
some people are talking to their bones (A-Bm)

C(8)-Bm(7)-A#(6)-A(5)-G(3)-Bm(2)

some people are talking to god
without a capital G
some people are talking a lot
some people are talking to the trees

some people are talking to people they know
some people are talking to people they never met
some people just shut up
some people are talking to forget

some people have nothing to say
some people simply prefer to pray
some people are a pain in the arse
some people are talking to the stars

(C Bm C D? E? D?)
who are you?
and who am I?
why do we talk?
when we can fly!

Meaningful Craziness

(rap song)
It was 1977
I was in the city and not in heaven
I was a paranoid humanoid
working self employed
shooting SX70 polaroid
was it meaningful craziness?
maybe just meandering laziness

Voices

(Em 0 A 0)
brain numbing noises
heart warming choices
trancy humming
aha gade
heavy drumming
taba catoum
the spirit is coming
aha gade
the spirit is coming
taba catoum
ancestral voices
cosmic choices
the ones that have been here
here before
knocking again
on your door
talking to you
talking to me
talking to everybody
everybody

Why?

(a rhythmic inquiry for any numbers of speakers and singers, possibly eventually accompanied by hand clapping or hectic guitar 0 F F# G only on adg strings)
why?
why would you?
why?
would you?
why?
you!
why would you do that?
that!
would you do that?
why?
why would you do that to me?
to me!
why would you do that?
why would you do that to anybody?
would you do that to anybody?
to anybody?
anybody!
why would you?
why?
would you?
why?
you!

Who is in charge?

it’s impossible to achieve the aim without suffering
that seems to be a common fatalistic belief
causing a lot of grief
and proven right time and time again�
or is there another way?
who is in charge of the situation
we call the human condition?
after we have drowned in an ocean of emotions
time and time again
after decades of useless expectations and assumptions
finally our savior might be after all the rational mind
who probably had gotten us into the mess in the first place
that rational mind will be possibly also the noble knight to rescue us
after he finally somehow has managed to harness his horses
these horses with big heads of their own
but very strong and well able
to pull cart out of the mud with endurance
in a well planned co-ordinated effort

Freedom

freedom of thought
freedom of speech
freedom of tongue
freedom of song
freedom of drum
freedom of dance
take a chance
no one has the right to control
the ocean of emotions of the people
we will shout it from the steeple
flow wild and free

Instant Flash Fiction (without friction)

Once upon a time they lived happily ever after.
on their own

Where

(Am B7 G F#)
where are you?
where have you gone?
you used to be
in my song

you always used to be there
now you are everywhere
and I admit its hard for me to bear
that you are not there

you are not there anymore
you walked through that door
just got to love myself
a little more

Unconditional Happiness

I’m happy that I’m living without too much suffering.

Conditional Happiness

I’m happy
when the sun is shining
I’m happy
when I eat yummy food
I’m happy
when people like me
I’m happy
when people are nice to me
I’m happy
when I have a beautiful lover
I’m happy
when I have a lot of money
I’m happy
when I have a big house
I’m happy
when I have a new car
I’m happy
when I live a luxurious life
I’m happy
when people envy me for my wife
I’m happy
when I can tell people what to do
I’m happy
when people obey my orders
I’m happy
when everything goes my way

Young And Old

the world belongs to the young
the old can only gently guide them
by sharing their experience and wisdom
they can’t avoid the pitfalls of the young
that helps them to grow in a unique way

This Life

(F# – Bm)
we better make it good
this time around
both feet on the ground
what we do is who we are
we don’t have to go too far
after and despite of all
we better listen to the call
before we fall
after and despite of all
this is not a bad vibration dump station

spread a positive vibration
through out this beautiful nation
we need to go back to our tribal ways
that’s what I say

Xmas

bells jingling
consumers mingling
in the shopping mall
fuck it all

jingling bells
might as well
ring in hell
if no one buys
no one can sell

we can celebrate the darkest day
without having anything to pay
just relaxing together and play
completely for free
without any obligation or fee

Time Wind

I heard the time wind blow
I watched the cosmic seeds grow
before my miraculous birth
when gravity dropped me onto planet Earth
to be here for a while
making an effort to smile
until I will die
and again I will fly
into velvet black
and also into multi-colored dreams
towards infinity and beyond
but that is only what it seems
I can’t really know
I can try to grow
GROW
I can try to flow
FLOW

We Met

yes we have met before
yes we will meet again
we have been swimming in the waves
we have been walking over quiet graves
we have been out in the streets
listening to our merged heartbeats
on full moon nights
we did not pay any price
for walking in our sleep
and sinking so deep
touching each other
being close and naked
we didn’t need to fake it
just being here right now
not a bother
blissfully dissolved
and having evolved
in this eternal moment
in our cosmic tent
yes we met
ever so often
after being light years apart
in our own worlds
somewhere
we even may meet again

Old Song Lines

there must be some way out of here
and I can’t get no satisfaction
going down slow
on this highway of desire
on this byway of broken hearts
where the traffic lights turn from red to blue
with nothing else to do
I better take it from here myself
than sitting on that dusty shelf
start again searching for you
as you are searching for me
and you must be somewhere out there
same old song
and baby you can drive my car
on this highway of desire
on this byway of broken hearts
into the night
when the music’s over
turn out the light

Authentic

authentic songs and poems
felt deep inside my bones
nothing to hide
crossing over to the other side
with the seductive sound of an exotic perfume

authentic songs and poems
felt deep inside my bones
nothing to hide
crossing over to the other side
with the seductive sound of an exotic perfume

If

if I wanted
I could do it today
If I really wanted
I’ll do anything anyway
and when I closed my eyes
it was a pleasant surprise
that I finally had lost my heavy head
and they told me I went completely mad
and I could not remember a thing
when I heard the phone ring
and I heard a clear voice
saying it is just your choice
if you have the privilege
to live on the sunny side of life
and also still have the knowledge
how to be alive and really jive

I have heard too many words from nerds
but ultimately only action speaks louder than words
my body started moving
I started grooving
my feet grew roots
right through the soles of my boots
now my heart is at peace
and my mind flies with ease

Time To Go Home

when all the words have gone to bed
and conversations are truly dead
and one last beer is all I can get
it’s time to go home
in bed when I’m counting sheep
and still can’t go to sleep
and the waters are too deep
to hear the reversing lorry beep
it’s time to go home
at last I realize I am all alone
because this beautiful bird has flown
I’m almost home
I write words to loose my thoughts
let no intent be my friend
I’m almost home

Almost Expired

feeling weird and wired
and at the same time tired
almost expired
but somehow inspired
I feel like a cursed courier
some kind of a romantic warrior
despite that honor, honesty and passion
have gone largely out of fashion

Cycleqs

as I rose innocently in the east
I was blinded by my own light
as the world was fire red

as I climb up high in the south
to shine so brightly
everything is there for me

as I finally sink in the west
the mild light
made me see and understand

as I entered the dark north
I was not to be seen anymore
as I was born again on the other side

Mia Moglie Messina

I need to forget without regret
the “living theatre” and all that
in Messina where we met
before going to bed
it seemed almost like an intrusion
into a dreamlike illusion
it was almost scary
clowns and acrobats and a fairy
dared to breathe freedom
as I watched with disbelief

Let Go

I wanna let go some day and enjoy the ride
with no second thoughts
just pure life
a perfect dance
where reality meets trance
no more tired but all inspired
no more selling short
no whispered words
I gonna let go some day
I will have to in the end anyway

Money

don’t buy into money, honey
money – its bad news
not one bit funny
nothing to win, a lot to loose
but you decide, you can choose
don’t give it weight, think straight
don’t try to accumulate
live today, it’s never too late
enjoy yourself
and delph into whatever …
you don’t know
when you have to go

Dilemma

something hollowed me out
then it swallowed me up
and spit me out
and despite all that
I’m still around
shouting out loud
cosmic consciousness is as far out as it is deep
inside
but it still has to sink in

that’s what it is!

I am looking for something
and I don’t know what it is
it is somewhere between contentment and happiness
with a sensible amount of boundless bliss
and a kiss from you!
that’s what it is!

and you?
you press the remote control
to switch on the remote control
that controls you
why you keep coming back to it
again and again
and why am I coming back to you
again and again

I am still looking for something
and I don’t know what it is

Restless

I’m feeling restless today
most days really
since quite some time …
please don’t digitize me tomorrow
not anymore
I had already more than enough
I find it a challenge meanwhile to go outside
to smell the damp earth
to feel the rain on my skin
to shiver with life
my pulse is too fast
but the breath of the trees is slow
that I still know

Within Reach

today the angels fly so high
they don’t hear me laugh or cry
tomorrow I’ll be too old to die
I should have blown out the candle that early and try
to see in the dark
and hear the lark
that spirals up over the tree
for everyone who looks up to see
me and you, perfect together
you and me, together perfect
birds of the same feather
no fault to detect
continuing our destined random flight
always within reach
and still out of sight
staring into the velvet night
to be able to see the eternal light
that is far too bright
for someone relaxed or uptight
dissolving finally
finally forever to be free

Choose Not To Loose

(a percussion song)
I have a choice
to use my voice
you better use it
or else you loose it
choose not to loose your soul
stay on track, follow your goal

The Capitalisation of I and God – a linguistic contemplation

why are God and I capitalized?
Is the egotistical I so important?
and what about God?
after all I invented him in my image!
so he must be egotistical and important too!
and then, why for God’s sake should we capitalize anything?
is it not bad enough that the capitalists capitalize?
why then should we accept any capitalisation at all?
after all, the privileges of a few
cause pain and suffering for many.

Digital Wasteland

(a rap song)
I’m loosing my way in digital wasteland
a seductive maze around every bend
I’m alone in a darkened room
locked up in my self-chosen tomb
while the bright sun is shining outside
and the waves are dancing on the tide
here it goes – again, again, again …
let’s just have a quick look
on mind-boggling Facebook
on mind-bending Facebook
on mind-fucking Facebook
let’s have another drink
let’s click on that link
that sometimes even tells me about the danger
of getting strange and stranger
and I’m on the brink
of going extinct
I’m loosing touch
I’m sitting to much
bent forward in a bad position
I’m having tunnel vision
being on someone else’s mission
everything is closing in
the ice is very thin
soon I’ll be breaking in

here we go – again, again, again …
sucked in by digital fiction
it’s just another addiction
neither here nor there
but everywhere and nowhere
nowhere, nowhere, nowhere

here I go – again, again, again …
not feeling my body anymore
and my soul in pain and sore
no redemption or heaven’s door
how far can I still go
before I will scream ” NO ! ”

I’m loosing my way in digital wasteland
a seductive maze around the next bend
I’m alone in a darkened room
locked up in my self-chosen tomb
while the bright sun is shining outside
and the waves are dancing on the tide

Drumming Time

(a percussion version of the summertime song)
it’s a sunny day
and the drumming is easy
rhythms flow
and the vibe is high

smiles all around the room
and everybody is happy
so forget all the gloom
baby don’t you cry

One of these mornings
You’re gonna rise up singing,
You’re gonna spread your wings,
Child, and take to the sky
everything is gonna be alright
today and tonight
so baby, baby don’t you cry

No More Messing!

we met for a reason
either you are a blessing
or a lesson
it all starts with respect, awareness and compassion
so please no more messing!
no more messing up

Why Write?

why do I write at all ?
why do I heed that call ?
to prove something to you and me ?
that I have something meaningful to say
? why put this moment into a cage of words ?
I could be releasing these wonderful birds !
Why not enjoy the unknown ride
and float happily with the tide!
so why then put words on a shelf?
to embalm myself ?
to calm myself ?
maybe it’s that ?
I bet !

Oh well – on to the next poem…
I’m blown to a windy beach
with waves and foam

Poet

I refuse to become a gutter poet
to be noticed
by a handful of intellectuals
that will forget me tomorrow
being unpublished
is an honor of the honest kind
poetry is my personal investigation
into my dilemma
the dilemma I share with millions of others
what on earth then makes me indulge
in an elitist kind of suffering inside my head

I give you words
you give me attention
I see you
you hear me
can you reach me
can I feed you
or the other way around
traveling from town to town
homewards bound
with no frown or crown

Nonsense

time to make sense now
no more negative nonsense
only light hearted positive nonsense
for a delicately delightful balance

Clear Vision

whats the difference between
a pigeon and a dove
whats the difference between religion and love
its your own decision and its tough
clear vision is not enough

Find Out More

you never know whats on the inside
it can be calm and wild
my insight is dark and blind
and also blinding bright
it could be the dark side of the moon
you’ll find out more later or even very soon
and there’ll be the right time to bloom
outside in the garden, in our real living room

Rhyme Crime

feeling emotionally constipated
mentally, mildly fascinated
with obvious and obsessive rhymes
like endless repetitive crimes
now I repent and am asking for redemption
before applying for my old age pension

without anxiety and tension

Transparent

if you see my public persona
you would never guess that I’m a loner
you would never guess
that inside I’m a mess
and I urgently need to confess
and become a transparent performer with no agenda
no more the polite or polished pretender
only what is plain to see
only just that is me
now you may ask me out for tea

Blown Mind

I wish I had not blown my mind
now the words are hard to find
the words are like birds
and I need to set them free
even if it sometimes hurts
they must be released eventually
best right here on the spot
thanks a lot!
it is actually fun
and it must be done
I wish that I wouldn’t have had to blow my mind
anything back then was difficult to find

Flag Day

instead of playing hide and seek
it would be very helpful indeed
to hang our flags out of our windows
for everyone to see
no more misunderstandings
neither for you nor for me

I’m turning everything around
no more undecided or up side down
instead both feet firmly on the ground
a healthy change being sane and sound

(a percussion song)
You just can’t have everything
all the time
you can have something
some of the time
you can have music
most of the time
(that’s common sense
which is not common)

why do I have to perform
that ritual again and again
to reinvent the world over and over and over
by creating a piece of art
in one way or another
why do I bother
to prove to myself
that there is any meaning
or even the necessity of my existence
and I remind myself:
rather to be mindful
than having a full mind
or being more or less
habitually mindless

today – is the first day of the rest of your life
so why don’t you have a nice day in paradise
so stop the complaining
stop doing the same thing
here comes the surprise
it’s a great day in paradise

your perfume, that room, your bloom
vanished much too soon
faded like the moon
burst like a balloon

now I am here with myself on the street
watching the steps of my feet
thinking what do I really need?
not to feel the cold or the heat

your perfume, that room, your bloom
vanished much too soon
faded like the moon
burst like a balloon

now I am here with myself on the street
watching the steps of my feet
thinking what do I really need?
not to feel the cold or the heat

You are falling behind
you are falling backwards
and are running forward
way to fast
you are falling behind
do you really mind
have you lost your soul
and what really is your goal
running after the newest gadgets of technology
as prescribed by the media and capitalist philosophy
you are falling behind

Falling Behind (a call and response brainwash)

You are falling behind
you are falling backwards
and are running forward
way to fast
you are falling behind
do you really mind
have you lost your soul
and what really is your goal
running after the newest gadgets of technology
as prescribed by the media and capitalist philosophy
you are falling behind

you cannot jump over your own shadow
but you can create a shadow
that you are happy with

(a percussion song)
keep it simple
simple ist best
let things grow
it’s the way to go
you can put it to the test

keep it simple
simple ist best
don’t want to much
don’t loose your touch
and sometimes take a rest

(recorder E G A C D)
old beings cast long shadows
before the sun sets with all its glory
end of story
all is gonna be alright finally
and eventually everything will be wrapped
in black velvet for a while
no worries, just smile
relax, transform and enjoy the ride
It is the ultimate    surprise
it is the turn of the tide
we all will fall and rise
we all gonna get there
in time and right on time

(a percussion song)
I’m running
running, running, running
until I’m running out
running out, running out
until I’m running out of words
no more mental dirt
and it even doesn’t hurt
running out of words
no more crazy world
singing in my yurt
running out of words

sound is safe and sound for a while
I feel very relaxed and I smile
no more dealing and wheeling
no more stealing
no more appealing
no more reeling
long lost land of feeling

I only have little to say in store
and I promise I won’t fight another war
with myself or with that punk from next door
I rather growl and howl until I feel better
and you’ll ask me “what was the matter”
and I answer “it is in the past”
it just couldn’t possibly last
now I know
after a high
I must feel low
that is the way it goes
that is how everyone grows
and after a low
I will then feel high
make love, talk nonsense and eat pie
and then again everything will change
it is not at all one bit strange
every so often we have to rearrange

timeless space
abode of the free soul
I can sense you sometimes
from the captivity of my manifestation
on this side of the fence
or is the grass just greener again
beyond the prison walls?
one way of knowing:
I have to feel into it
and stop thinking
to reconnect for a while
unaware of my smile
where the words are writing themselves
being blown around like autumn leaves
onto the pages
and now it’s time to breathe
again and again and again

(why do I have to write this at 4.30 at night or is that already morning?
animals should be sleeping at such an ungodly hour!
instead of writing poems as a witness report of the human dilemma)

(african reggae-ish C Em Dm)
hey you, you haven’t found the truth yet?
then better listen to your feet
and feel the beat
and discover a new sensation
of a new sensitivity – a greater vibration

it’s a chance to make sense
get up and dance

try to forget
and don’t ever regret

his name was Jack
he was black
and white and brown
I rarely saw him frown
most of the time his tail was wagging madly
Jack did what he liked and obeyed badly
he had fun in the rain
and fun in the sun and no pain
but his time was up in the end
I lost a dear little friend

That’s right, the enquiry into the depth of my and everybody else’s soul
to temporarily reconnect with the eternal vibrations of the cosmic source.
The ultimate yearning,learning, discerning
Sometimes I wonder: Is there a plan?
Any plan whatsoever?
Or does creativity just randomly explode or implode
in the same way like mine does on a microscopically small scale
in the lower world of a 2-legged animal in the outskirts of the omni-verse?
or are these just the inexplicable transformations of occasional shockwaves from a trauma like the big bang and some resulting suffering as consequence that inevitably can’t be helped.
The hope and consolation in poetical form that everything will heal itself over time.
For a moment the former mental patient might be at peace in the imagined world of the now in a distant future.
That is way to bleak.
These superfluous thoughts are just mind gymnastics at best.
I discard them right now.
The demons are driven out.
That feels way better.
Relaxed for a while, with no agenda at all,
I am just grinning for no apparent reason,
like an innocent imbecile in the heartless mind of a lonely scientist.
To really come clear
I sometimes also speak or sing in tongues now
without sounding an intended or recognizable word
and it doesn’t even hurt one bit,
it just exercises my lungs
and keeps my mind blank
It is a fresh breath of air
and I shake the blues out of my hair
Gone- no more there
all these desperate thoughts of confusion and despair.

(funky rap song)
get up from your seat
follow your feet
and get down
don’t frown
get it on all day long
sing your own song
all night long
all day long

the magic of touch
unites our souls
and liberates us
from the cage of self
to join the cosmic dance
of unconditional love

I am living in a crowded void
and still trying to get on with myself
not always first pleasing anyone else
rather work things out self-employed

I have to avoid the void
and look out of my window
and keep telling the shadow
not to get paranoid

and keep telling the shadow
not to eclipse the light

and keep telling the shadow
not to look out for a fight

power to the peaceful
power to the peaceful right on
if many stand up against terror
we can stop all that pointless horror

power to the peaceful
power to the peaceful right on
we can’t wait until tomorrow
the world would be dead and gone

power to the peaceful
power to the peaceful right on
we can live in peace together
free without a tether

(chant)
leave yestermorrrow today
welcome to the heartland of NOW!

Don’t fit in here
Don’t fit in there
But I can fit in anywhere I like
so let me be, let me be
Can’t do it this way
Can’t do it that way
But I can do it my way
If you don’t mind
Can’t live in a box made of blocks
Need a relaxed space to show my true face
I tell you all that is cool if you are no fool
just got to give and take and be no fake

Judgmental Dis-ease

You can’t judge me
no-one can judge anybody
I didn’t give you any permission
and what do you know about me anyway?
maybe a minimal fraction of a fraction of my life
something which might be even not true
what do you know about my good sides
what do you know about my struggles
or even about my many weaknesses
and why I have them
and that I don’t really want them
or my occasional thoughtlessness
when I am out of touch or when I get things wrong
don’t you have all of those things too?
So what makes you judge me?
Do you want to feel better,
by making me feel worse?
you are not very understanding or compassionate are you?

i suspect you have been judged yourself too many times
but instead to stop judging you carry on spreading that dis-ease
I say this to you:
you can’t judge me
no-one can judge anybody
but you can tell me about your troubles
and I will try to listen with attention and respect.

Mombretia

When I saw you for the first time I was dazzled by your fiery bright orange blossoms in a sea of slender light green leaves. I admired your dance in the atlantic winds of the west coast of Ireland. I got drunk from your exotic beauty and being a tourist back then in the 1970s, of course, I had to take many pictures of you. close-ups, general views of a dizzying ocean of orange, razor sharp fotos frozen in the time of a fraction of a second of some extraordinary pose, only visible through a camera lens, and of course blurred atmospheric impressionistic shots in orange and green.
years later, I bought a small cottage, and was delighted to discover a small patch of Mombretias in the yard. this patch got bigger over the years and I was well pleased to eventually dig up some of them, and transplant them to other spots.
the Mombretias kept multiplying and eventually I managed to plant a ring of them around a circular exposed bedrock which would burst into flames by the end of July, burning bright for around 2 months and then the fire would die down eventually, with a last spark as late as Christmas.
not only did the Mombretias look very beautiful, they also covered big areas in the garden with hardly any weeds in them, in fact they seemed almost like a beautiful weed killer getting rid of everything else with the radiance of their fiery beauty. The combination of exuberant beauty and low maintenance seemed an unsurpassed gift of nature to a lazy gardener.
many years passed and the Mombretias spread more and more, everywhere, near and far, I had stopped transplanting them a long time ago, there was no need to anymore, they were well capable to do that themselves. They popped up everywhere and what at first was a nice accent in all that green had become the ordinary as it was way too much. I noticed that for me beauty somehow did not come in large numbers, rather the contrary, it had to be somewhat rare and just for that fact it seemed to be noteworthy and desirable. Of course the individual Mombretia looked just the same as ever but there were whole armies of them now everywhere trying to conquer even more ground as if they where on a mission to spread the colour orange for 2 months in a year. At last I had to admit to myself now that this was an invasive species, that had -dazzled me with their elegant and colorful beauty.
Action was required. this spreading fire needed to be kept at bay, restricted to some wisely chosen areas.
I should have known this. There is surely an over abundance of Fuchsias here in West Cork.

Never Mind

My mind is playing mind games
distorted views in confined frames
The mind should be my tool
otherwise I am the minds fool

Lost and Found

all the words in my head have drifted away
and now it is just sound that is here to stay
after all has been lost and found
and finally the corners are round
there is not much more to say

Transparency

If everything is out in the open
everything is plain to see
and there is no room for assumptions and expectations

in reality we are fairly similar
and not all that different
and the unnecessary judgment poisons our interactions
and causes a lot of harm!

who wants harm?
probably nobody!
secrecy and unnecessary embarrassment hides reality
a reality that is still there even when it is hidden and disguised
only openness and transparency will be a solution
as one can see what one is dealing with

A dancing on the ceiling
is a new kind of feeling

I stare
onto a square
onto a screen
I am in my separate dream
my mind is occupied
I have fallen
inside

say good bye to yestermorrow
say hello to the heartland of the now

Children

they have been twisted by an unexpected shock or trauma
from parents with and without diploma
so their feelings were bent
and they had to pretend
and give up hope for land
and they had to learn to see
and figure out eventually
what it all really means
and without the words that were bent
just follow that feeling
which is natural healing

Captain of my Ship

how do you navigate your only ship
without being too square or too hip?
it is too much pressure
to accumulate and guard a treasure
when you can be free and wild
you’re neither an only nor a lonely child
you sail to a near or distant shore
wanting nothing, nor asking for more
you surf the big wave each day
until your grave
and beyond and beyonder
through eternal wonders

Desire

I am burning tonight
you set me on fire
you’re just playing with desire
I know I am losing that fight

I tell myself it is alright
until I finally will tire
and you find another buyer
to hold you tight

and with some luck
I might
be in a situation less dire
than getting caught by desire
you are truly out of sight

Marrakech

inside the medina a giant fair
an amazing maze on the main square
on y va
Jemma El Fna
which translates into “the place of the nobodies”
bodies rushing and minds drifting
grooves and melodies monkeys and snakes
friendly and fake
mostly for money’s sake
some give and some take
it’s a gamble and a game
without guilt – without shame
ultimately an exuberant orgy of the senses
a place full of kindness and blatant offenses
a place to be carried away
what else can I say

The Body Knows

the dreams of nostalgia blend into
the screams for utopia but I’m still here
and now finally I know it
a million times before I had to blow it
but not today
what a beautiful day

my body knows
and my consciousness grows
but sometimes the thoughts are still crazy in my head
that’s when I need to feel my body instead
the body never is crazy
it wants to move
it wants to groove
and sometimes it wants to be lazy

Pressed

the need to impress?
whom?
you?
myself?
really?
definitely not!

the need to express, yes!
you better not resist
flowing with the flow
before sinking too low
or to fly too high
you might fall out of the sky
just scary, not daring

control is fear
love is freedom

Confession Limerick Plus One

I love recognition and resonance
that’s how I meet you as my lover and my friends
you and I can feel it
and again we heal a bit
there is no fence
it just makes sense

Waiting

on a street corner
for nothing in particular
for something out of the ordinary
some excitement to kill boredom
the ultimate fulfillment of an unspoken promise
whispered into young ears
waiting hungrily and drowning in tears
inside a seemingly endless dream
from which everyone eventually will awake
sooner or later with or without a scream
dissolving illusions and fake
it’s never too late
you don’t have to wait
not anymore
your feet touch the floor

Mobile Phonies

mobile phonies with phony mobiles
and a 1000 selfie smiles
I wonder if you ever feel lonely
because there is no one within miles
to give you a hug and real smiles

Left Behind

leaving behind
left behind
(repeated many times
whispered like a prayer
repeated even more times
layer upon layer)
it always will be there
so to avoid despair
I better let it be in the past
I don’t want it to last
I blow it up with a blast
to finally find
peace of mind

Instant Flash Fiction

Once upon a time they lived happily ever after …

Lunar Switch

so much to find
in a moonful mind
beyond the milky spoon
out of the lagoon
rises a mindful moon
now flick the lunar switch
and transform into a witch

Unconditional Happiness

I’m happy that I’m living without too much suffering …

Conditional Happiness

I’m happy
when the sun is shining
I’m happy
when I eat yummy food
I’m happy
when people like me
I’m happy
when people are nice to me
I’m happy
when I have a beautiful lover
I’m happy
when I have a lot of money
I’m happy
when I have a big house
I’m happy
when I have a new car
I’m happy
when I live a luxurious life
I’m happy
when people envy me for my wife
I’m happy
when I can tell people what to do
I’m happy
when people obey my orders
I’m happy
when everything goes my way

Stone Phone

(how I built a musical instrument in 1988 from stones from the beach at the airstrip Bantry)

stoned at the beach
but still within my reach
red stones

I am picking up red stones
striking them with bleached bones
and listening to the piercing tones

later at home
resting the resonant stones
on two black pipes
to be played with white bones
and listening to the stone phone
to an almost metallic sounding high-pitched tone

and listening, listening
to the water and the wind on my own
and melodies in stone

telling an unlikely tale
8 out of 12 stones
formed a major scale!

Islands

most islands are fairly similar
and we like to visit them
we don’t really know why
it seems to be a far cry
so why are we seekers?

are we trying to find something, that we consciously don’t know what it is?
something off the mainland, that is not so oversaturated?
yes, hoping whatever it is that it has been preserved in a much more basic way and in a more natural world
with few houses, some even just ruins with a rugged coast and lonely white beaches
windswept and without the gloss of the postcards
yes, too much and not enough
I need a break

Healing Art

why would a happy person bother to make art?
the artist is the sufferer
who must create art
to distract from pain
to focus on the healing power of beauty
no need for blame
just simply proclaim:
I am not going insane

here I am, still hurt but determined that I am going to be alright
if I follow the light
if I take no bribe
and subscribe to the positive vibe
and join the universal tribe
of loving awareness and compassion
it’s a long long session

Table Top Drummer

(a percussion song)

tap tap table top
never stop, never stop
tap tap table top
tic toc grandfather clock
tap tap table top
quivering strawberry jam blob
falling from the table onto my sock
tap tap table top
never stop, never stop

Music

the ego and money driven music industry
is non inclusive and not about an alive community
it is neither about you and nor about me
so lets play true music ourselves
being together and free!

No Need

why reading other people poetry
their pleasure, their pain
doesn’t everyone not have their own?
is it identification, consolation, or distraction?
yet another fraction of a refraction
but we are still alone
until we are all one
only then all is done
is there no more need for a poem or pun!

T’Here

(there! T’Here … T’Here … here! T’Here … T’Here … echoing … echoing …)

I try to catch the moment
A petal is my boat
Stripped of all romance
No words left in my throat
Just the rhythm of my heart
No need for a new start

I would like to meet your demon
and take her out of you again
but then second time around
I know it sounds arrogant and insane
and I wonder would you still be my friend
or would I this time have overstepped the line?

All And One

I’m a drop in the ocean
one moment of emotion
a sea of ever rolling waves
an ever changing maze

A Simple Song – not too long

she don’t care
he’s a dropout
and he hangs about
but at least he is there

Talking In Tongues

talking in tongues
playing on drums
start to dance
entering trance

Be

there is nothing to be done
all is good
but it is not easy
and when things are bad
mad and sad
it is not easy
it is still up to you
and especially up to me too

I’m trying to get rid of the rhyme
and any conventions
and the concept of time
and my self inflicted detention
it is good enough just to be
no expectation
no anticipation
just follow the feeling
right on without reeling
and as you is me
and all is one
we have permission to be
the way it all began
before there was rain or sun
but then there was change
and change is life
it still sometimes feels strange
the deeper I dive
life evolves
with ever-changing waves
slow and fast
the past won’t last

all I can do is trust
I have to trust
trust I must
that it is good enough just to be
and resist to rhyme this again with “free”
as it has always been like this
yet it is all new
bright and darker than blue
(and a butterfly is fluttering out of my brain

Outsider

I’m an outsider
a freedom rider
I need to be outside
to see the light
inside

Constructive Communication

create a safe space
slow down the pace
bring plenty good will
until
we find better ways
and happiness

talk and act with respect
don’t assume and expect
dare to share and care
just be fair
express needs
see where it leads to
and hey!
it is okay to disagree
you will see!

Soapy Slope

soap, soap
slippery slope
smoke no dope
on a soapy slope
better bring a rope
and rely on no pope
on a slippery slope
never lose hope
and try to cope
like an antelope
on a soapy slope

New Ways

Let’s breathe deep into our lungs
and start talking in tongues
and avoid any painful word
so no one can get hurt
the tone of our voice
to communicate with is our choice
to express the feeling
a new way of dealing
with all situations
avoiding violations
being aware of our personal bubble
to stay out of any trouble
P.S.
having regular non-hurtful sessions
to express and release
frustrations and aggressions

New Ways #2

gotta get out of there
gotta get into here

Ain’t It Strange

Ain’t it strange
that we sit in our cage
with or without our shackles on
rattling on and on and on
same old way
everyday
what do you say?

why not get on stage
break the old cage with rage
break the chain in the brain
get rid of the insane pain
a happy new day
is starting today

Too Much – Out of Touch

If you are full of virtues and don’t have any vices
you are missing a lot of the spices of life
tell me what is your strife?
confess what is your desire?
what brings you down?
what gets you higher?
and after all if you want too much
you are in fantasia and out of touch
with reality
have a cup of tea
take a break
for your own sake
just wait a while
it takes a while to see!

Dear Reader

if you can fathom the meaning
of these felt, but not quite understood words
or the randomly meandering thoughts
would you please be so kind to alert me
with any means available to you
and shre your insights!
my efforts have been in vain
we both would be richly rewarded
by comparing the mental pain
we both would gain…
P.S.
I am not insane and don’t mind if you are…
judging never has helped anyone

We Know

me and you know
we need to grow
all these sharp observations will not do
we got to lose that urge to act
with all our acquired intellect
that only leads us into the restless lands
into a sticky and merciless goo
and leaves us empty and blue
the only cure we are missing
is to regain our natural rhythm

The Name of The Game

they shout your name but your name will be forgotten
anyway that whole game is rotten
rotten to the core

no one is really overly important
I won’t play that game no more
these are not my rules
these rules are for fools
worship is only game
it’s crazy and insane.

Lost Paradise

so many fears, tears
sometimes some listening ears
on the way out of paradise
she looked into my eyes
and said “sorry about the apple”
but it just tasted so nice
I am not telling you any lies

Transformed

to me it seems to be
meaningful craziness
and I can’t look away anymore
I have reached one conclusion:

I am a beautiful flower
that grows in the toxic soil of a polluted mind
the emotional scars are invisible
at least for most of the other fellow beings
who don’t yet know that pain is transformed
into many different artistic expressions

maybe to get some recognition
or resonance from others
that feel in similar ways
but then again ultimately there are only two sides of one wish
everyone wants to love and be loved

I’m Talking To The World – the poem

life is a dare (alternately loud and whispered)
for everyone out there
for me to do this here
to conquer the fear
for you to be curious and listen to it for a bit
it might very well reflect you as it’s true
such is the nature of information
such is the nature of vibration
words are pebbles thrown into a pond
and then the ripples do their thing
unfold and meet and create
and confuse
nothing to lose
I can see clearly now the thoughts are gone

Twins

master and child
calm and wild
within and without
smile and shout
let it in and let it out
two are one
omniversal fun

When?

we are warriors
on the battleground of love
worrying a lot, much too much
everything seems to be never enough
was it meant like that in the name of a god above

when will we stop the futile fight?
relax and stop being uptight!
when will all that be left behind?
all and everything will be alright!
in the end!

we are warriors
on the battleground of love
until we finally have learned
the cosmic game of love

Bang On

we have something special going on
we weave it into an instant song
all is right and nothing is wrong
Cosmic tuning in and fun: Bang On!

Bobby

tell me Bobby what happened
over the years
of hidden tears and fears
along the way of fame
when everything stayed the same
when they worshipped you
but you were feeling blue

the wind has been blowing through your ears
but no answer you could ever hear
love had left town
and like a clown
you wore a frown
under your crown
and the tired ego
still had a long way to go
where to? you didn’t know!
just left feeling low

you must have gotten hurt
from all the dirt of the rotten world
disillusioned, cynical and more
and could not see an open door
you didn’t used to be that way
but be this as it may
it was the price you had to pay
but anyway if you are all alone
it’s time to bring it all back home

A Challenge And A Surprise

You could have asked for it
it’s the naked truth
for you to choose
you can only win
and there is no sin
and nothing to lose

sometimes something goes wrong
no need to work it into a song
please try again
get up and fly free from pain
at least walk
even on your own
or even better talk
to your bones
don’t waste any time virtually
it won’t help you spiritually
just do your best
and forget the rest

there is not always a free chair
on top of the stairs
but I can sit there

Rhyme

The end rhyme pretends
that everything will be resolved when it ends
maybe even make in the end some sense
or a letdown after a senseless suspense

but luckily and really
there are only new beginnings
and again the bell will be ringing
and I will be sure of one thing eventually
change will evolve and flow quite naturally

Confession

(prayer-like whispering, getting louder…)
I try to refrain
from this repetitive refrain
I’m a slave of the machine
and it is mean
a mean machine

I try to refrain
from this repetitive refrain
I even confess it
long ago I have even done my bit
but nothing changes

I try to refrain
from this repetitive refrain
a sin is a sin
and this is one
I ask myself was it at least fun?
what ever I might or might not have done?

I try to refrain
from this repetitive refrain
I am now well used to use the machine
it gives the the illusion of pleasure
a lot of trash, or a hope of very rarely an occasional tiny treasure
and of course the machine really is using me
oh yes, I see

I try to refrain
from this repetitive refrain

Play Love

Love is a game
don’t get too serious
that is so lame
remember there is no shame
and no need to be tame
just play the game
enjoy to play
there is nothing to say
and hey, don’t judge
it is never the same
just play the game
and don’t rhyme
there is no time
all is enough
when you play love.

Can’t Trust A Word

I can’t trust any word
I easily get hurt

only feelings are true
sometimes mild, sometimes wild
sometimes light, sometimes blue

sound is pure
and a magical mystery tour too
sometimes you are me, sometimes I am you

all the vibrations gradually change
that is not strange
everything must be re-arranged

change changes
all and everything
thick turns into thin
so many beings I have been

all this are words
captured birds
fuzzy and blurred
in a cage of hurt
refractured light
I better let go and hold on tight

Coffee And Tea

instead of coffee and tea
I rather have toffee and chi
or would I rather have toffee and a key
to unlock the door to be free
I wonder how it would be…

Early (the confusing pronunciation of the English language in the ear of the Earl

I tear a tear from my eye
it’s clearly early
the gates are not yet pearly
and they never might be
but the dew drop on a nasturtiam leaf
is the most beautiful pearl I will ever see…

Conkerer

On an autumn day in the big city
under a lonely, majestic chestnut tree
I decided to conker my fears and the world
not to be hurled and swirled
and to be more free

Gregorian Chants

Gregorian chants, my early childhood experiences in monasteries … For worse or better! it did something to me, seriously…. I still can smell dampness, cold and incense and insanity woven into the endlessly timeless monotonously trancy chants echoing in the candle lit chapels and in all of my bones. curse and contemplation and no mercy or the consolation that all that would be gone eventually …. once I would walk through that high and heavy oak door and I would be resurrected in the temple of nature, colours and birdsong all around me and whispering trees, the smell of earth and the lapping soft waves of a stream, the dream of the truth of the reality of being.

Animal

I have 2 legs
I do not lay eggs
I am a mammal
I am an animal
in my forgotten captivity
when will I be free?
I don’t need a cup of tea!
I even don’t need cake
when will I make
a prison break?
just for my own sake

One More Time

I wanted to fly high
with you
it’s true
but I was too shy
I was afraid to touch the sky

I was afraid to fall so very low
and that the fall would be slow

that’s when you knocked at my door
and asked “are you home?”
and in a flash
without a crash
I came back from far away
and I asked you to stay

this time it is different
this time is another time
time to try one more time
because this time it is our time

Out In The Rain

if you had my brain
you would do all sorts of things
just when you remember them
and not stand in the rain
getting soaked again and again

Loose Words

what ever we will do
what ever we have done
where ever we go to
we will come back to square one
where words lose their meaning
which is not at all a mean thing

(archaic choir singing)
transformation
trance formation

back into sound
where everything flows free
and without a bound

and now we see
without eyes
and we realize
…
there are no ties
and lying suits
…
only white mice
and flying fruits

Sex and Drugs and Rock’n’Roll

please check the amount
on your personal account
if it’s a bit of leisure time
having pleasure is just sublime
but if it is always then it is addiction
to forget the pain and other afflictions
and ends regrettably possibly deadly
when we have overdone it just too madly

Less Control

giving up some control
allowing the freedom of random
let non-chaotic random structure evolve
don’t judge too much
dare to basically accept
you won’t regret
and if necessary
make some adjustments to suit

Sleep

the seemingly unproductive charge up time is essential
A minimum of one third of two legged life time is necessary,
otherwise the result is a burn out.
Nothing comes for free.
Often you must pay later!

Fragments of Nellie’s Dream Funeral

… all I ever can be here
is a vessel for the spirit
to settle in for a while
and learn to smile
I am a battered bowl from the dump
sounding sweet and mysterious…

Spaced Out

spaced out chimes
assembled from the junk of the dump
hung into trees
outside in nature

in times of need
walking
no talking
listening to random sonatas
from cosmic stratas
an ever-changing intermodulation
is a welcome invitation
and a complete surprise

trash transformed into treasure
nature nurtures me with leisure
I made use of a random resource
and have no remorse
my trash gives pleasure
at no expense

To My Lover

all I can be for you is naked
that in our nakedness
we can touch each other
and share the bliss

To The Priest

all you can do is throw away the book
and try to understand
the merciful meaning
of all and everything and nothing

To The Doctor

all you can do for the patient
is to be aware and a vigilant friend
and not to forget to communicate
how to create the ideal conditions
unconditionally
for healing to happen.
You will have to realize
you can never be the healer.

To The Friend

all I can do is to respect and support you
in your state of imperfection
the imperfection we share
and recognize your vulnerability
and be available any time
and when you need me
and other than that
having great times together.

To The Artist

all you can do is not to limit
never to limit the creative energy
that you needed to explore
and never to depend on approval by others
but experience pure joy
in the occasional happy moments
somebody understands and gets the meaning of your creations
later rather than sooner
you are the instrument of the cosmic and the earth energy
you are a mediator

To The Politicians

grow up and let go
forget money, power and ego
all you can do is to serve
serve the people and the community
for the well being of each and all
rise before the fall

Rhyme

a rhyme is fine
but really does not mean
anything in particular
it is not really that spectacular
because of that alone

neither does a rhyme make anything better as such
and simply can be just too much
still it also can be kind of a magic spell…
here we go again! oh well!

Mental Mission Discovered

constantly my thoughts want to and actually manage
to distract me from just being
by pretending that so many things are important
which is a huge and massive mass scam
I ned to establish strict controls immediately
only positive and purposeful mental activity
is from now on permitted and encouraged

Dental And Mental Hygiene

almost everyone practices dental hygiene
however mental hygiene is far more important
as it causes worse damage
to the mind polluted 2 legged animal
and its range of influence
fact: establish your own mental discipline
warning: thoughts are potentially harmful if not controlled
recommendation: mindful and thought-free breathing

Searching For Something

I am searching for something
but I don’t know what it is.
Could it be me?
Could it be you?

In The Wind

I tried to find
what I could not seek
what I could unwind
in the wind

I felt I should not worry
I better wait patiently
wrapped in a warm coat
in the wind

finally I got the message
a colorful paper drifted by
I could not read it
in the wind

I closed my eyes
it was not dark
and there was nothing to be dreaded
in the wind

The she caressed my ears
she spoke no words
and took me away
into the wind

Heaven And Hell

heaven and hell
curse and spell
don’t forget to yell
hell and heaven
open not only from 7 to 11
as everyone can tell

Why Bother At All?

The cosmic dimensions are beyond imagination
the same is true for our inner space
there is really no need to be too far out or too far in
it just takes too long to come back and to adjust again
being comfortable with one’s own sole soul reality is a challenge
but worthwhile
it makes you smile
as this gives you a happy heart
for yet another new start
everything is reality and measured according to reality
even these illusions and mental intrusions.
Luckily all can be discarded or at least scaled down with questions three:
is it true?
is it real?
is it applicable?

Energy (dance performance for 3 people)

N

R

G

is

free!

May I?

Senora, may I play the Flamenco on you?
we can sing and dance too
quite frankly between me and you
I would like to make love to you

Astray

we are going astray
we have lost the way
too much work
not enough play
what do you say?
what can we do?
me and you?

Empty Business

empty business
busy emptiness
you still can touch me

I reached the border and can’t cross over
and I ask myself why
why don’t I grow wings to fly
why am I still timid and shy

I write the words
that you cannot hear
in your own world
of tears and fear

all I see is green
I am in a dream
I have always been
do you know what I mean
I found my archives from the past
and I hope they are gone at last
the time that it takes to grasp

words, words, thoughts in my head,
I ought to do all these necessary things
it’s my duty as a responsible adult
rushing, rushing
no rest, running after something
again and again
falling into pools of pre-programmed thinking
drifting away further and further

I forgot to check in with myself
I forgot to feel my feelings
my pain is covered up by rushing around
and thinking what to do next
everything is so important

I am staring into the distance and watching
and am I still watching
am I listening at all
while I do what I’ve been doing for a long time
a very long, very long time
falling, falling into pools of pre-programmed thinking
drifting and drifting and drifting further and further and further
losing my pain conveniently
losing

we share the passion for gates – pathways to another world and beyond!

Why?

who am I?
and why?
where are you?
and who are you?
where am I now?
still in that groove
pulling a plough?
I need to make my move!

Trust

why do I still care
if it has all already then been there
aeons before I even started to write
in order to maybe see the light
seems to me a futile fight!
a pitiful plight!
full of fright!
maybe I am simply too uptight
instead of happily letting go
and for once just go with the flow
a matter of trust
trust I must!

Secret Wish

I am still giving birth to sounds and words
to release all the almost forgotten hurts
throwing away my white shirt
and getting rid of worlds full of dirt
overnight I wish to secretly grow fur
and transfom into a cozy cat that purrs

I am still giving birth to sounds and words
to release all the almost forgotten hurts
throwing away my white shirt
and getting rid of worlds full of dirt
overnight I wish to secretly grow fur
and transfom into a cozy cat that purrs

Loneliness ( a performance piece)

(multi-layered choir singing) loneliness
onlyness
oneness
no less
no more

(speaker)
we are born
alone
to be
all one

just one
for some time
turning over pages
for a while
going through stages
walking many miles

until
we die
alone
to become
one with all
and be free
in eternity

until
gravity strikes
again
nothing has been in vain

An Irish Song

let the sunshine shine today
on a rainy day
and sing this song
and drum along
it can’t be wrong

Human Being (upbeat 4/4 percussion song)

haha hihi
I am barking up the wrong tree
I am a human being
I need to wake up
from this dream
I need to scream
I need to wake up

Down The Line

it has been in the family
it is my family tree
for hundreds of years
panic, tears and fears
family drama
family karma
it will stay
until it is resolved one day

after it has been resolved
I will have evolved
I will have learned to sing
and be used to live on the wing
almost enlightened – bing!
trotting down the lane
a bit bored but no more insane.

Delusion

if life is an illusion
virtual reality is an illusion
of an illusion
it is a diluted delusion

Flow Related

the sculpture we create between us
when we are relating
in a relationship
is up to us

together we are creating
a vibe
almost a being
it is our doing
and our not doing

we are able to be aware
of this sculpture we created between us
the shapes and spaces
will flow and grow
high and low
intertwined

Positive Statements – A Communal Dare

It is time for me now to move on.
This is the finale – involving the audience – hopefully each of you!
I need your help now.
here is a dare for you to participate.
Please just say out loud
whisper or shout
a positive word or sentence
something positive you care about.
something you want to promote.
something you want to become reality.
Please join in
don’t let the conditioning win. (Pause)
I will create a sound carpet of multicolored noises
to encourage to use your voices
and say or even sing a word or sentence
I dare you to make your choices!
here comes my background sound carpet
to add your positive statements!
(Dan Moi jaws harp + sung in tongues and “there will be change”)