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 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Poem:

Like a God that fucks up my dream
my Love , my hope
Like a psycho-psychiatrist that gives me dope
Acidly creeping through my anatomy
a Tango long gone , bye John
no Dreams left , no Love
just memories , a Central Park of memories
with birds , flowers , ghosts and angels
Strangers
who don't know me , but feel it is their right to judge and control
no soul
Strangers
like Bob Marley and Ernest Hemingway
The Blues
comes to see you
and there aren't any hills around here
flat paths around a hospital
in the shadow of what ?

(in the shadow of a war
existing telepathically
born in a stranger's brain
like a kiss of it
defenseless children
take them into your heart
let them have hills
and loves and hopes
born in their hearts ...)

Winter

Patches of snow all around me on the ground and on the roofs
Winter cold wind drying my skin
Sunshine from a clear blue sky
Waiting for more winter, more cold wind and snow
And my dream is a quiet dream of the green spring
A summer of road-trips and cool forest-lakes
My dream is the same sunshine and a heated sea
For bathing, relaxing and a short swim...
Patches of snow, the blue sky is beautiful,
This is life and I shouldn't dream
Now I will walk outside and get a deep breath of the crisp air
I will care for each day of the beginning year
Even the gray day will be gray gray gray grey
and the winds of 2007 will be my friends blowing in my hair
and the love for life will grow in the darkness of the winter
and my little dream will last like my dream of love

Lunar disturbance.

A poem about your stubborn ways
to communicate on the frequencies of the brain
Telepatically intruding or supernaturally suggesting
that love is a hazard
that love is a one-way street
down which you fare for nothing but the aim
of survival
of existing
But sometimes I don't give a damn
I don't care who I am
I travel the roads of life for just a beer or a french apperitif...
Do you remember the coral reef
the mountain and the clouds and the glimpse of the sun
sitting on the ground feeling as one
Then I return from memory lane
to the real life and the label insane
Little girl you must survive
being true to life
These are the messages I communicate
while moons surf the world and give birth to the range
of feelings that so often has been described
love hatred ecstacy and the sorrow of the heart
Give yourself a new start
give yourself a heart
These moons don't explode

Bar-table song:

Brazilian singer:
"Vou quebrar esa mesa de bar
se o meu amor nao chegar"
(I will break this bar-table
if my love does not arrive)

I smoked some psychiatric medicine and started a translation from a Danish folk song from the 16th century. This is the first verse:

When darkness blinds the earth
and day fades away
this time reminds us
of the dark grave of death
Illuminate for us, sweet Jesus
at every step
to the place of the grave
and give a blissful death
...

New´Year's morning:

At 2 am I toasted for Daniella , who was not with me , as I had promised.
Actually I was too drunk to remember toasting at midnight.
Now I am waiting for the first daylight of the new year.
Let it come with glory and rays of our solar system that illuminate and start a new epoque with beauty and joy.