complication

come here my complicated life.
let me hug you.
i am not able to understand you.
but. you are all i have.

come here, me. be my friend.
i can not exist without you.
and when i cry,
you cry with me.

come here complication.
complete me.
show me things i have not seen
and take me far away.

where to?

no place to hide

et cetera.
thats what they say and indeed it is true.

i run. i run. and i find you. you talk. i listen. i try to run but there is nowhere to hide.
i run from myself. you know it. oh yes you do. i tell you. regularly.
you do not believe. you think i run from you. or from us. but not from "just myself".

but hey.

this is it. i want you to understand why i try to hide.

when you catch me, it hurts for a small moment. then it is okay. it is okay. yes, i can stay.

see? i run. but i cannot hide. because you are here too. thank you.

i have a plan

i try to be a superman
i try as hard as i just can
i quickly step to the window
suddenly i'm not quite sure
then comes a windbow
it wispers like a lure
but i stand strong and certain
and dig my claws into the curtain
i thought it would be more simple
to rescue the world around
but now i feel like a pimple
who is losing ground

sad, but what to do?

there is this boy
that seldom smiles
his eyes are tired and searching
his head seems heavy

he wears broken shoes
he smells offensively sometimes
his shirts are dirty
and he drivels

he is very good in natural science
he knows all the plants
he knows better then the prof
he takes too much work

he listens when i offer him to talk
he says that he knows that the others find him strange
he nods when asked if he is sad and in despair
he makes appointments with the doctor but he never turnes up

head and body

more of what

do you belong?
i do belong to myself.
but who am i?
a place to go?
a friend to talk to?
a smile to be smiled into a strangers eyes?
tea, cauliflower, steel, melting chocolate, wood, wire, fire?
a tone, music, sound, melody?
found, lost, some memory?
ironically me and somebody

well.

all this. each for some seconds
and then again
not what i am but what i think i am
perhaps
hot tea, broken down cauliflower, diluted steel, old melting chocolate, burned wood, living wire, whishy-washy fire
and do i belong to the world?
my thoughts how do they connect? are they diluted cauliflower? wishy-washy wire? old fire?

i wonder

i wonder if the world is a wonder
full place
i wonder if i wonder too much
full space
i wonder if there is any personal grace
full face
i wonder if to wonder has to do with one's faith
full pace

spring III

the traffic roaring into the open window
butterflies dancing in search for their own
me smiling at the new day with sunshine
who warms the earth's surface in loom


lush the blooming japanese cherry
moorhens collecting sticks for their nests
me wandering along the little stream
who winds itself through spring-city's west


loud the singing of the black-birds
bumblebees looking for places to sleep
me sitting on the window sill watching clouds
who form white cushions into the endless blue