Freitag, 27. März 2009
one last wish
"i don't want to reassure
what i want to condemn
complicity comes by so easy it scares me
its second nature to man
just look what they're calling living this year
just look what it wears
second-hand it makes no demands
while i hold what's most precious to me as it falls
but this is mine
this is my last wish
and i trust it like an instinct
anger flushes through my body
settles into my hands
doubled with a tension like wire
i only want to descend
like the rain like train when it comes leaving nothing to waste
i close my eyes
i close my eyes
and brace myself to say "yes" again and again and again
WISH"
what i want to condemn
complicity comes by so easy it scares me
its second nature to man
just look what they're calling living this year
just look what it wears
second-hand it makes no demands
while i hold what's most precious to me as it falls
but this is mine
this is my last wish
and i trust it like an instinct
anger flushes through my body
settles into my hands
doubled with a tension like wire
i only want to descend
like the rain like train when it comes leaving nothing to waste
i close my eyes
i close my eyes
and brace myself to say "yes" again and again and again
WISH"
grow up
there's always a new beginning to things.
things we thought dead, already caught up in the big depression called life.
as a matter of fact you know that life is short, but don't be stubborn and try
to force everything and everybody. there are different speeds.
i tried too hard. but failed. i tried to be patient. and succeded. once in my life.
i am always 1 2 3 forward. and you know that this is unstoppable. this feeling
that life should be so much more. BUT.
although i never will give you the chance to know. with you i feel like a mountain. once in my life. like a mountain. big, stable and with great passion for consistency. i am calm and quiet, because i don't even think about getting a response. that's the mountain in me. why not enjoying this rare moments of pure mutual understanding, this rare seconds of comforting bolts running through your venes. something's missing, i would have said. BUT.
i the mountain, once in my life, will try not to want more. there's always a new beginning to things. bigger, now i understand.
things we thought dead, already caught up in the big depression called life.
as a matter of fact you know that life is short, but don't be stubborn and try
to force everything and everybody. there are different speeds.
i tried too hard. but failed. i tried to be patient. and succeded. once in my life.
i am always 1 2 3 forward. and you know that this is unstoppable. this feeling
that life should be so much more. BUT.
although i never will give you the chance to know. with you i feel like a mountain. once in my life. like a mountain. big, stable and with great passion for consistency. i am calm and quiet, because i don't even think about getting a response. that's the mountain in me. why not enjoying this rare moments of pure mutual understanding, this rare seconds of comforting bolts running through your venes. something's missing, i would have said. BUT.
i the mountain, once in my life, will try not to want more. there's always a new beginning to things. bigger, now i understand.
Freitag, 12. Dezember 2008
"was muss, muss"
in times like this.
we promised not to moan about the privileged life we have.
we promised not to cry.
we promised not to lie.
but in times like this, it's hard to stick on to your own values.
when all you want is a little cave, where you can hide.
from the world.....
in times like this.
everyone tries to cheer you up.
when all you want is a cup.
full of hope.
but all you have is cup in a box full of memories.
in times like this.
don't be nostalgic.
about the old days.
and better lifes.
now it's the future.
in times like this.
take your box with the cup and the memories.
put it away.
in times like this.
putting it away doesn't mean to forget.
you put it away to keep it.
as you always wanted it to be.
no memory. but the life you lived.
in times like this.
we promise again no to moan.
stop. don't stop. move on.
we open up a box full of cookies.
in times like this it's all we want.
we promised not to moan about the privileged life we have.
we promised not to cry.
we promised not to lie.
but in times like this, it's hard to stick on to your own values.
when all you want is a little cave, where you can hide.
from the world.....
in times like this.
everyone tries to cheer you up.
when all you want is a cup.
full of hope.
but all you have is cup in a box full of memories.
in times like this.
don't be nostalgic.
about the old days.
and better lifes.
now it's the future.
in times like this.
take your box with the cup and the memories.
put it away.
in times like this.
putting it away doesn't mean to forget.
you put it away to keep it.
as you always wanted it to be.
no memory. but the life you lived.
in times like this.
we promise again no to moan.
stop. don't stop. move on.
we open up a box full of cookies.
in times like this it's all we want.
Freitag, 21. November 2008
winter
ein grausamer morgen.
mein erster schnee in berlin.
die stadt ist kalt und grau.
die stadt und ihre sorgen.
werden zu meinen.
gestern noch gelacht.
heute schon wieder betrübt.
die angst setzt ein.
ich weiß nicht ob es genügt.
die stadt und der schnee.
ein leben an der spree.
du willst dass ich geh?
geh schnee, geh spree, geh berlin, geh alles.
und ich bleib.
mein erster schnee in berlin.
die stadt ist kalt und grau.
die stadt und ihre sorgen.
werden zu meinen.
gestern noch gelacht.
heute schon wieder betrübt.
die angst setzt ein.
ich weiß nicht ob es genügt.
die stadt und der schnee.
ein leben an der spree.
du willst dass ich geh?
geh schnee, geh spree, geh berlin, geh alles.
und ich bleib.
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