Sunday, 21. September 2008, 14:09:33
Poetry, Photography
After having finally understood
- that what you said to her
wasn't even said about me
and it wasn't even that you said
and it wasn't even you who said it
and it wasn't even what she heard
and it wasn't even her who heard it
I began anxiously wondering
what you wouldn't say to her
and what she wouldn't hear
the next time you weren't even talking to her about me
Tuesday, 3. June 2008, 17:12:11
recommended, Poetry
I turned on my TV yesterday
A salesman appeared on screen to say:
"Why not, my friend, go buy a new car
In a car like this you'll go very far"
But the problem is, I haven't got no cash;
that's always been a problem of mine, alas
I was tempted and needed a brand new start
- then it dawned upon me: "I've got a Master Card!"
You know, the World is simple and yet confusing
though most of it appears to be very funny
It all depends on what kind of life you're choosing;
I chose a life of milk and lots of honey
-
I took my new car downtown today
A thousand adverts were there to say:
"Buy a house, take a loan, buy even more
then we'll soon come knocking at your door."
There were numerous signs on all the walls
aiming to cut off my financial balls
And buying a pair of new balls is hard
when all you've got is a Master Card.
You know, the World is simple and yet confusing
most of it appears to be all about money
It all depends of what kind of life you're choosing
A life in plastic really ain't that funny
Saturday, 12. April 2008, 12:38:11
Poetry, Photography
I've lived
for most of my years
in this working-class neighbourhood
of mine
I've known
almost everybody
I used to meet in the narrow streets
back here
A void is
rapidly spreading
as friend and foe desert and flee
the place
You see,
money is God
in these efficient market economies
we choose
I don't
have loads of dough
to spend on refurbished expensive condos
and stuff
Today it's
my last stroll
before the Mercedeses start rolling in
I fear
Thursday, 6. March 2008, 21:15:11
denmark, Poetry
Spending time in wetlands
with soaked leather boots
makes me fully understand
that my physical life on Earth
is dependent on mainly one thing
Water within me
water outside me
most of the world
as I know it
is water
Pure and
clear
streaming and
running
Eroding and
building
Water within
can't live without
it's the well of life
I want to gorge in water
thirsty for life as I am
give me a cup of that sky!
Saturday, 2. February 2008, 09:06:10
Poetry
We love, yes we do - we lie on top of each other
penetrate both the other and the surrounding darkness
Or, if we think we´re younger
we sneak around outside a house
longing for a glimpse
not having the courage to
press the bell
Or in between we walk in the park
trying to make contact
wanting to be tamed
Or we´re an elderly couple trying to reestablish
or maintain
some sort of contact.
Behind us all - a laughing Skull
-the laughing Skull laughs and waits
And we love
and we hate
we fight for love and glory
cheating and revealing others cheating on us
Our world regularly crumble and fall
we get sacked
fight for careers
talking behind the manager´s back
We lust for our neighbour´s wife
car, swimming pool, title, esteem, well-mannered children
whatever
Still we love
and behind us the laughing Skull
with the diamond eyes
laughs with a sound
of the wind in the dead leaves
from yesteryear
We work and we sweat
some in factories with sharp noises
others in offices with abstract numbers
Some live comfortable lives in Suburbia
with appropriate art on the walls
some live rough in the city
with dirt on the walls and rats in the alley
Some describe it all
with keyboard or camera
clicking away another day
Some cling to the syringe
heroin being the master
some try to save us all
some try to kill us all
some try to make a difference to us all
some try to try
And out in the back
the Skull is giggling
waiting patiently
having a ball
and he´s at the same time invisible
yet the most manifest thing who´s ever been
Some of us loose it and commit a murder
some of us don´t know that we want to live
until we shall die
and some of us are just very tired tonight
Some of us die now
and some later
and all we have is a bit of time
And some paint the time
and some photograph the time
and some go to the movies
and some try to get as much sex as possible
and some live to eat
Either way time will run out
even though some will feel like reborn
from time to time
- it´s just another bit of time
Behind us the Skull is laughing
with the sound of a ticking clock
with the sound of a snake disappearing in the grass
or with the sound of leaves growing
on an already dead branch
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