when i opened my eyes i saw nothing. blue. i saw blue and to be honest, i was feeling a little blue, too. the clouds are passing by and morphing into new selves kind shapes dreamy free. being a cloud must feel inspiring being nothing and so much at the same time a white fluffy orb traveling the skies blessing human eyes with pictures shadows cloudiness. and even clouds feel the need to cry sometimes even though they don’t have to be anywhere even though they are in a constant process of evolving. but maybe a cloud is sad to leave to not have a home the next time that i’m sad and feeling caged in this life that was built for me i will think about the cloud and it’s dream of a home.
May I say: Evil child
She wants to grab your crown
Wants to snatch it
She tries to take it
By any chance
She smiles while she kills
And when she’s done you won’t know
Cause you‘ll be gone
She‘ll bring darkness
And she‘ll smile
With her wicked heart
Deeply sorry for what will come
A kingdom shall rise
By the hands of a evil queen
Go my dear, flee
If you still can
Cause she‘ll come
The wicked queen
Shades of Blue
The ocean - The nightly sky Fishes in the endless depth of the sea The shimmering wings of a bee Flowers on green grass And butterflies dancing in our vital gas Berries on a shadowy weed, Blood, before you bleed; Your uncle’s new tweed. The tears you shed On the fresh sheets of your bed The flame on your stove, Dreaming of my favourite cove Small diamonds dropping out of a cloud And our feelings That we enshroud.
mercy is our greatest weapon we can make friends by offering it or enemies by denying it such great power comes within one single choice we can always somehow choose how people act around and towards us by deciding how we act around them first mercy is our greatest weapon we can wield it as sword or hold it as a shield it's your choice
entstanden August 2020
Black Lives Matter
SPEECHLESS speechless was I when I saw, saw what had happend NO WORDS no words for the pain one had to feel, many had to feel I can't breathe. WE can't breathe, can't brethe anymore, cause there's hatred, fear and injustice kneeling on our necks, pushing us down, destroying lives, peace, and love and then there's no more air and we can't breathe EVERYONE everyone can see, can hear, can feel and there's no denying that there must be change I have a dream, I have a dream that we stand together, unite hands, I have a dream that we treat each other as equals, raise our voices and break those boundaries I have a dream, as one had 57 years ago, and it still hasn't happend Let's make it happen, Let's make it better, because BLACK LIVES MATTER
You Can Go Your Own Way
Loving you is not the right thing to do I wanna forget everything you've ever said If I could I would take back my world The world you stole from me How can I ever change back to who I was? You can go your own way And leave me alone Take a different path into the opposite direction Let me enjoy the peaceful loneliness you left me in Start walking and never come back You can go your own way And discover something new Something I'm glad I'll never see Live your own life Your life I'm never gonna be part of again You can go your own way now
I’m dreaming of things We’ll never do I’m dreaming of us Me and you And when I wake up I wonder what that was What that was in my head When I wake up My dreams aren’t dead
There‘s no good There‘s no bad There‘s no happy There‘s no sad There‘s no love And there‘s no pain There‘s no crazy There‘s no sane This is life And what we feel … most likely Isn‘t real welcome to the simulation
Being a human being is hard. It fucking is.
It’s feelings and emotions and pain and confusion and helplessness.
We all are different but I believe that deep in our heart we all long for love and peace.
Some people try hard and minimise their lifestyle to save the planet. Some try to spread as much love as they can. Some work their ass off, for other people, without profiting from it.
But some of us have been destroyed by society. We learned to look after ourselves first. We need money, we need things. We buy and buy. Most things we own have been made by a suffering human being. We eat food that kills and tortures animals. We are egoistic. Regarding so many aspects of life.
We need to learn to be loving again. To care for our planet. To look out for our friends, our classmates, the people we go to work with, the people we meet on the street and the people we don’t know.
And some people try. They try really hard.
But it’s depressing. It’s depressing to be trying hard. It’s depressing to not eat meat, when others laugh and buy chicken wings from kfc, and are proud of that. It’s depressing to be helpful and always end up being the stupid one doing all the work and not even being appreciated or respected by the others. It’s depressing to love when people don’t accept that you love who you love. It’s depressing to include everyone in you community, when others think that they have the right to insult people because of the way they look, because of their job, because of their sexuality, because of their gender, because of their status, because of their believes. It’s depressing to see people’s lives getting ruined by hateful people, by intolerant people, by people who haven’t learned what love means. What it means to live on this small planet, as a part of a human community, that should be in balance with the rest of the life on Earth.
And the worst thing: no matter how hard you try. No matter how MUCH you want this world to be a GOOD place. A place for everyone. A peaceful place. No matter how much you want that, no matter how hard YOU try, you won’t be the one who changes the world.
Because there are people who are hateful.
And that hurts, it hurts to fucking much.
But we shouldn’t give up! If we, who love, unite, the message can be spread. The message, that love is beautiful. Love unites. And love heals the wounds that hate creates.
So stop being afraid of love, stop being addicted to power and start to live.
Thoughts flooding your head And asking questions you’ll never be able to answer Listening to mythical music And thinking of all the people fighting right now Suffering, feels, people Down like a weak flower That needs water again And somehow everything I think is not good enough Why, I ask, turning in circles A blue dress of silk, flying The sun, shining On my head It’s warm Where is the world? Is it okay? I shut myself out of it, in this glass house, on this lawn And when I open the door, comets come falling down the sky, Letting everything burn, High flames, devouring everything I’ve known My hand touches the burnt trees It’s goodbye