Pics&Poems
Adjust
the face of earth changes always
especially nowadays
storms and heat waves have occurred before
but now there are much more
new kinds on the face of earth
others disappear
especially since we are here
I hope the earth can adjust to us
since we don`t realize
we must adjust
Babylonians
You keep yourself busy from morning to night
day in and day out your schedule is tight
even on vacation you have a program
and you run to see as much as you can
you rush in your car too busy to walk
when you get a call you have no time to talk
having something to do is rated so high
you should not sit and watch time go by
because when alone who will you meet?
a self of frustration, hatred and greet
it`s a self confrontation you try to avoid
`cause even by yourself you are annoyed
Innocent
my daughter is so pretty
it`s a pity
that life won`t treat her fair my child is so naive
that any thief
can steel what she would share
so innocent
any false friend
can pretend to care
so full of trust
don`t know she must
really do take care
her big eyes dream the future
but by the time she grew mature
it might be a night-mare
Let go
all that you take for granted for this there is no guaranty all that you have demanded will not be yours eternally
all that you have collected will soon be in your way
all that you have neglected will charge you then to pay
if you think you are safe here it might just be for now you have all reason for fear if you`re not letting go
You and me and I and I
deep inside we are alone
even in a crowd
at a party wild and loud
not only at home
a part of us we cannot share
a part of us we cannot tear
out in the open
scared it`ll be broken
still we hope for unity
to change the “me” into a “we”
only WE can love, and WE can fuss
give up the I for us
but “I” will always be there
“I” will always be aware
of “I and I”
No news today
there are days I choose
not to watch the news
not to get the blues
most of the news are bad
this world is going mad
and I am growing sad
all I can do for you
is to think about you
you, whom I don`t know
only that you suffer so
we are worlds apart
yet you in my heart
I would pay
I would pray
but I only cry
and you die
Wishes
where did my dreams go
which secret land
never will I know
never understand
what happened to the hopes
of what the future brings
and all the funny jokes
and all the miraculous things
where are all the wonders
legends I was told
why do all those thunders
never rain me gold
I thought a mighty god
would create a paradise
he would allow no fault
because he is so wise
now I must see
wisdom is up to me
I must make my wish come true
and so must you
The end
I wonder why in our situation
the people can be calm and patient
awaiting, creating
the end.
I mean: you here it anywhere
day and night the news are there
precisely describing
and timing
the end
it is just so obvious
that our actions are killing us
and our holding still
until
the end
is there a blockade in our mind
is there no future for kind
can we not just strive
to stay alive
in the end
Still then
your children will be cursing you
asking if you never knew
all the wrong
going on
just lucky if they will survive
and keep themselves alive i
n the poison left behind
with wicked mind
all your life-time will be gone
your chemicals will still act strong
and nuclear potential sill
will kill t
his is addressed to you
in case you never knew
you are the cause, the murderer, polluter, shooter too
.
Sleep
how loud
will I have to shout
for you to wake
before it´s too late
you hear no scream
tangled in your dream
but there is no delay
in judgment day
you pillow is wet
soaked with your sweat
and it occurs to you
a nightmare came true
uneasy you twist
balling your fist
but the attempt is too weak
your sleep is too deep
your rest is so tensed
the danger you sense
but you´re afraid to awake
to this earth quake
this world goes tilt
but you feel no guilt
cause you´ve closed your eyes
to terror and lies
the way that you breathe
is not of relieve
and where a lion should roar
you snore
In every
in every eye the is a gleam
in every pulse there is a stream
in every heart there is beat
in every soul a strive and need
there is no smile in many faces
there is no food on many plates
there are faces full of traces
and most every poor man hates
fright
an address
in a palace
in the ditch
under a bridge
child was born
soul was torn
in the night
fright
