Monday, May 2, 2016
Enigma..Silence Must Be Heard ..(Subtitulada en Español)
is there anything...more difficult
than to listen between and through words?
Look into the others eyes, many frustrations
Read between the lines, no words just vibrations
Don't ignore hidden desires
Pay attention, you're playing with fire
Silence must be heard, noise should be observed
The time has come to learn, that silence ...
Silence must be heard
Or diamonds will burn, friendly cards will turn
Cause silence has the right to be heard
People talk too much for what they have to say
Words without a meaning, just fading away
Silence must be heard, noise should be observed
The time has come to learn, that silence ...
diamonds will burn, friendly cards will turn
Cause silence has the right to be heard
than to listen between and through words?
Look into the others eyes, many frustrations
Read between the lines, no words just vibrations
Don't ignore hidden desires
Pay attention, you're playing with fire
Silence must be heard, noise should be observed
The time has come to learn, that silence ...
Silence must be heard
Or diamonds will burn, friendly cards will turn
Cause silence has the right to be heard
People talk too much for what they have to say
Words without a meaning, just fading away
Silence must be heard, noise should be observed
The time has come to learn, that silence ...
diamonds will burn, friendly cards will turn
Cause silence has the right to be heard
wrong and right
no idea.
in the end:
how much can i bear?
i am alive
and suffering enough,
too much indifference
is not good for me.
and will not be.
sorry.
alone.
i forgive all.
but for me:
this is not enough.
in the end:
how much can i bear?
i am alive
and suffering enough,
too much indifference
is not good for me.
and will not be.
sorry.
alone.
i forgive all.
but for me:
this is not enough.
i find it hard : poem after a bad night
to be dead
i find it hard
but it appears
or so i heard
to be a pre-requisite
for love
maybe this i why
people say
I'd die for you
but not
i'd live for you.
to want nothing
and to keep quiet
but to be happy
and peaceful
i must grasp
i am not Buddha
even my poor brain
has come to this
to be dead
but to flow
to breathe
to be
when does a river
see the sea?
it is not the river,
just particles of water
streaming into
other water
mixing
and getting dispersed
mostly
o no, this is not
about eros and thanatos.
it is another matter
that i was forced to
have sex in a theatre coffin
by a young woman
who wanted to know more
about her relationship
with both of these
more than with me.
no this is not about cats,
they play with mice
even when they are dead
look up, walk away
when there really
is no squeaking
anymore.
cats are easily bored.
this is about love
as a deep game
of non-wanting,
mixing religion and love,
death and meditation,
freedom and attachment
all through one sieve.
i only say
i don't want
to be dead
yet.
love and joy
happen beyond control,
so do disappointment
and loneliness.
when i start
to think,
i don't know-
better i have a walk
out of my brain
and myself.
maybe
i can come back.
because love is life
to give and to drink,
with a bad night
i see it now
written in the sun
i find it hard
but it appears
or so i heard
to be a pre-requisite
for love
maybe this i why
people say
I'd die for you
but not
i'd live for you.
to want nothing
and to keep quiet
but to be happy
and peaceful
i must grasp
i am not Buddha
even my poor brain
has come to this
to be dead
but to flow
to breathe
to be
when does a river
see the sea?
it is not the river,
just particles of water
streaming into
other water
mixing
and getting dispersed
mostly
o no, this is not
about eros and thanatos.
it is another matter
that i was forced to
have sex in a theatre coffin
by a young woman
who wanted to know more
about her relationship
with both of these
more than with me.
no this is not about cats,
they play with mice
even when they are dead
look up, walk away
when there really
is no squeaking
anymore.
cats are easily bored.
this is about love
as a deep game
of non-wanting,
mixing religion and love,
death and meditation,
freedom and attachment
all through one sieve.
i only say
i don't want
to be dead
yet.
love and joy
happen beyond control,
so do disappointment
and loneliness.
when i start
to think,
i don't know-
better i have a walk
out of my brain
and myself.
maybe
i can come back.
because love is life
to give and to drink,
with a bad night
i see it now
written in the sun
Reggie Watts "Makin' Me Feel"
can't help it, makes me smile, though i was re-told
that i am closed to so many things, quite an incredible remark
and not true at all this way.
stones and rocks
she thinks
i talk to God
and to myself
and truly
this is so,
it is as if
i am not there.
communication
is not communion
as long as it is
in words
but not in deeds,
not as long
as words and deeds
are translated
in thought and fear.
what is not felt
to be true,
cannot be true.
what is felt
to be true,
must not be true.
still, we feel,
and cannot
un-feel life
nor our death.
we are alone
and long to love
and to be loved,
there we are on the edge
and there is no
servile giant
who takes rocks
out of the way.
we have to bend down
humbly, not minding
whose stones these are:
this is the work of love.
i talk to God
and to myself
and truly
this is so,
it is as if
i am not there.
communication
is not communion
as long as it is
in words
but not in deeds,
not as long
as words and deeds
are translated
in thought and fear.
what is not felt
to be true,
cannot be true.
what is felt
to be true,
must not be true.
still, we feel,
and cannot
un-feel life
nor our death.
we are alone
and long to love
and to be loved,
there we are on the edge
and there is no
servile giant
who takes rocks
out of the way.
we have to bend down
humbly, not minding
whose stones these are:
this is the work of love.
how do i sleep
how do i sleep
with a restless
heart,
why must this be?
i don't want to
be king in a
land of ghosts,
i don't want to rule
but dance
and listen to birds
i want silence
so much, touch,
trust with eyes closed
i listen to the rain
and the night,
where are you?
my skin contracts
and my blood curdles
like milk turning sour
when i jump
i will fall,
when i walk
i can be calm
in sleep
i will walk
out of myself,
will i drown
or can i find
you, in waves,
on the bottom of the sea
or in the clouds
and when i wake
can there be silence,
in your eyes, your hands,
in our memory,
in which i may fall
and rise when i die?
with a restless
heart,
why must this be?
i don't want to
be king in a
land of ghosts,
i don't want to rule
but dance
and listen to birds
i want silence
so much, touch,
trust with eyes closed
i listen to the rain
and the night,
where are you?
my skin contracts
and my blood curdles
like milk turning sour
when i jump
i will fall,
when i walk
i can be calm
in sleep
i will walk
out of myself,
will i drown
or can i find
you, in waves,
on the bottom of the sea
or in the clouds
and when i wake
can there be silence,
in your eyes, your hands,
in our memory,
in which i may fall
and rise when i die?
to a horse
come
with your clear eyes,
i love you
for innocent beauty
i stand,
you come
your head in my armpit
and then we walk,
you next to me,
unconditional love.
and when i come
on your back
we can move together
your way
and my way
as one
i know
i don't need to spoil you
but i bring you
carrots and celery
and watch how
you enjoy your food,
i smile
with joy
i will tell you
all my secrets
and you will
truly understand
a soft snort
from your nostrils
and you nodding
will bring me peace
your scent
more beautiful
than perfume,
your unspoilt honesty
more than i find
in myself and others,
go and wander
in my dreams
be free, sleep,
another day
will come,
a day of wonder
in all this green,
our spring and life,
we can be easy:
sadness cannot touch you.
this is where i am taken,
and for sure, it is not bad:
i love horses,
and they love me
with your clear eyes,
i love you
for innocent beauty
i stand,
you come
your head in my armpit
and then we walk,
you next to me,
unconditional love.
and when i come
on your back
we can move together
your way
and my way
as one
i know
i don't need to spoil you
but i bring you
carrots and celery
and watch how
you enjoy your food,
i smile
with joy
i will tell you
all my secrets
and you will
truly understand
a soft snort
from your nostrils
and you nodding
will bring me peace
your scent
more beautiful
than perfume,
your unspoilt honesty
more than i find
in myself and others,
go and wander
in my dreams
be free, sleep,
another day
will come,
a day of wonder
in all this green,
our spring and life,
we can be easy:
sadness cannot touch you.
this is where i am taken,
and for sure, it is not bad:
i love horses,
and they love me
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