English Poetry

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

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
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 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

(no reciting = silence! :), wait until the audience reacts in what ever way)

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

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

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)

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

(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 Unit

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

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

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

I’m lonely and alone again
and again I’m going loopy
feeling lousy and drowsy
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 – 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!

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?

you tell me you never thought I could be like this
but I’m only walking on thin ice – that’s 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 – 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.

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

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

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!

(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

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.

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

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 – execution – egotistical illusion
listen and remember – listen – listen
what ever you do it’s gonna come right back to you
listen to this glamorous 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

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

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 irresistibly soft voice of velvet:
“go, all of you fly, visit the poet”

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

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

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.

(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

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

What is that whole show?
How can I grow?
And where will I go
When I’m 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 I’m 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?

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

(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

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

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.

random suffering awakens awareness for freedom

(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

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

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

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
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

(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)

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!

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

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

(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)

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 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.

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!

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

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

(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

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

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

(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

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

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 …

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!

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

(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

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

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.

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

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

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

| 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 ‘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

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 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

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!

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

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.

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

(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

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�

( 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

(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

( 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 …

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?

(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

(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

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

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

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 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

(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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

(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

(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

(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!

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 saviour 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 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