English Poetry

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

(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

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

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

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

(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

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

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

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

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 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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(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

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.

(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

(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

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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(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

(a 4/4 percussion song)

you
you can
you can get
you can get addicted
you can get addicted to almost anything
(silence)
to anything but mindfulness

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

Yes, sorry!
Bear with me, please.
I need to talk again about my disease
Yes, dis-ease!
An enquiry into the depth of the soul
might be a worthwhile goal.
Maybe a temporary reconnection with the eternal vibrations of our cosmic origin.
Maybe just a reflexion
or a self-deception
too often a welcome distraction.
Only one way of knowing …

Back to the source, to the almost unfathomable
Barely sensible …
Still indispensable.
Are you still with me?
anybody?
I’ll go on anyway!
Because it’s the day
To cut myself loose …
without drugs and booze.
Here we go!
Peaking to the other side
Later trying to remember …
But what will that be?
Bridges burning?
What will remain?
The ultimate yearning, learning, discerning …
The inevitably almost complete amnesia.
With luck some vague memories might still linger on for a while …
for me to harvest.

Can there then even be a planing of this kind of endeavour?
Any plan whatsoever for such a daring undertaking altogether?
Cosmic creative outbursts just explode or implode
in a seemingly incomprehensible crazy and random mode
here in my earthly abode …
Thoughts pop up inside of my head.
This cerebral spaceship is full of bats
and is falling more and more to bits
at the end of my fingertips
utterly failing me …

But behold, there is a telepathic toad adrift in an old boat
see! There!
Just in the middle of a flooded rocky road.

Where did all that come from? And Why?
Right here, right now, in our wired world of us human animals .
We are a questionable creation indeed
somewhere in the outskirts of the omni-verse

These must be just the inexplicable repercussions
of the occasional shockwaves from some past trauma …
All these nightmares of insomnia …
Again in a kind of koma without a komma …
and no full stop!
And more words …

STOP! — NOW! — PLEASE!

That big bang in me was long time ago
must have resulted in this tragic distortion and disconnection
followed by the inevitable suffering as a consequence.
I know with the necessary determination and a bit of help it will ease eventually.

Note to myself:
I am all in all lucky and have become a joker.
I realise the hope of redemption is not real.
It is a consolation in poetical form
but after the storm I was different than the norm

Without approval I will shine
Not to waste time is quite sublime.
Peace at last in a non-imaginary world
after I finally have been hurled
into the now somehow.
Nothing is far away, not at all bleak.
I am free to choose Now as a freak.

These super superfluous thoughts are just mind gymnastics at best.
No one will ever rest until passing the test of letting go.
Oh nohhh, man overboard, oh Lord!
Have mercy!
This bubble trouble must pop.
These thoughts need to stop.
I descend and pretend somehow
to feel my feet.
Indeed.
to discard the world without limits right now
by breathing slowly and entering my body.

I am driven by a simple rhythm to my satisfaction
in the right direction.
Let’s see action. Yah ha!
Here comes the resurrection!
Exclamation mark, another spark.
I am no more inside the dark.

That feels way better now.
A sigh of relief and not a WOW
feels much much better.
Relaxed for a while, with no agenda at all,
with a grin and a smile
for no apparent rhyme or reason,
I am sailing without failing
It is a newborn season.
No more an innocent imbecile
in the heartless mind of a lonely misled scientist.

To really come clear
I must have no more fear.
Sometimes I speak or sing in tongues now.
It makes sense to me somehow.
Unidentifiable and unrecognizable sounds
without limits or limitations and out of bounds.

Free as a bird
no dirt of a word
can be heard in my sacred yurt.
No clever meaning will cause any hurt
Nothing is truely absurd
anymore.

On this new shore
simply exercising my tougue and my lungs
without intention is not an invention
keeping my mind bright and blank
Being totally there
with every breath of fresh air
shaking the blues out of my hair.
All the confuse thoughts of confusion and desperate despair.
Gone – no more there.

(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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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

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

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

on a street corner
for nothing in particular
for something out of the ordinary
some excitement to kill boredom
the ultimate fulfilment 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 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

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

Once upon a time they lived happily ever after …

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

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

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

(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!

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

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

(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

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!

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!

(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?

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

talking in tongues
playing on drums
start to dance
entering trance

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

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

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!

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

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

gotta get out of there
gotta get into here

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

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!

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

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

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.

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

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