Maria de Alcantara!

Only 17
on a mission of love
she talks to the stranger
and sleeps with the man
she is soft at night
already wounded
but she doesn't wanna stay at home crying
Maria de Alcantara

Where am I?

Coffee and pills

a misty morning

Where am I?

Mother's watering the plants

the sun will warm up the air

spiders abound

Where am I?

From freedom to another state

psyched out

I remember stronger ones

laughing at hate

From freedom to another state

locked up

like a radio that doesn't transmit

and a night that lasts into the day

Where am I?

When the feeling changes

from questioning to suffering

then you must be taken care of

into the spider's web where you're eaten alive

while nurses laugh and light up more cigarettes

And you recall the LSD

the purple clouds

the urge to laugh

and when you return to reality you laugh yourself

Where am I?

It's in the fat !

It's in the pills !

Or is it in your mind ?

Destiny takes you by the hand

as persons observe your new behaviour

your questions are absurd to those

and your loneliness seems like logic

and not a curse

To understand

is not living

it should be thriving

but every little person has his own fear

don't you see it ?

I see it and forget about it

this is not my game

Where am I?

Paradise City

Ab Germany

to psychiatric care

from the Cullin hills

to anywhere

fragments of a youth

Aber was?

warum Memory Lane

war zwei und drei

weil Ich

Immigrant song in text

Goodbye mother I said

Goodbye father

The grass is greener

and there is a Paradise City

She took me there

Poem abot death:

I don't go into bars
to talk about poetry
I don't go into bars
to talk about aliens
I miss the angel and the night
and the morning child of God
has slipped out of my sight
I don't go to the library
to see if anything
is written about
these things that I kinda doubt
I have my little high of the simple things
Industry is an alien
and work is out of reach
a poet of the 21th century
my tales are sad never merry
And if there is a Queen with family
I wish her the best and a bit of eternity
a rest in peace like some hours at night
before I wake up to coffee and the morning light
Dream on they sing in the UK
I dream of love but I am too far away
from the madness of a relation deep enough
to remove these urge to wander on my own
My destiny has been kinda rough
lost so much and I remain alone
Grandmother's out of this life of ours
and with death in power
I am microbic and free...

Hippie-bible:

We need ... a Hippie-bible !
about dynamic behaviour and unfaithful girls
We need ... a codex for the hurt ones
and a revival of the happy days
What to do when somebody passes away
into a futureless future
with no fruits on the trees ?
We need this book badly
this book about truthful living
and about the gentle revenge of the wrecked ships
that we wanted to sail
our harbours
and basically our loved ones

you - the child

Analysis
Comatic talking of a well-known stranger
children of tomorrow
well known path of a future-life you'll lead
Computer
no pop-ups - only you
a different perspective
live and let live
be given a chance
watch the foreigners dance
who am I to see all this
and live a life of golden beers and silent wreckage
The whale on the coastline
stranded in our time
and you - the child
will see it all dry out
into a little pool of the past

Lonely High

I was on a ferry

one of those unforgettable sunny days

watching the children

and drinking a beer for myself

This isn't a bleeding

it is no cry

basically the story

of a normal high

And wherever I go

on sunny days I know

good life will lighten my burden

this burden some never understood

Don't have one child - have 2

4 are company, a family it is

She left me when with one (inside of her)

I should have cried please

And on this sunny day

once again a dilemma

should I approach my ex

the high is my prison

And on this ferry-ride

I drift across the deck

Rock'n Roll my destiny

an instrumental by Jeff Beck

So to you and you and you

I am glad you are in charge

my weirdo-fate leads me around

into the dusk of ups and downs

a Nun

I will travel back in time
looking for a nun
I wanna fuck her in the valley
and make sure we both take off
flying high in a sphere of love
she will tell me "this is it
LOVE is the meaning, I live for this moment,
and forever after you will remember my wetness and this joy".
But my maschine for time-travelling functions sporadically,
and I shall never see her again...

Poetry : let-out : short hair :

This is it
Not the truth of life
a written attempt to reach you
a September attempt
Can ya believe ?
in Gods or friends
Can ya stand up tall and verify the truth of life ?
I wake up from a motion dream picture
little child of the future in my hand
I pass him on to the biker
the biker takes him through the traffic
up the hill
towards the garden
Policeman stops the traffic
what purpose is left for me - this poetry
I let it out
my hair is shorter than the past
ash colour distant end of true behaviour through the night
dream !
I'd give you my time
hell is word of truth, behaviour stands out
hell is with you, behaviour of a modern friend in absense of the right word
blissful solitude - not of the grave, the short hair doesn't catch the wind...

Ovaries:

Is there a bone in the ovary ?????????????????????????????????????

Tell me and I can't help you if there is !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Try the other side !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Save your eggs !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!