Drums

written ca.1991
somehow i fear i haven't changed...much.


Drums

Your heart beats fast,
drums beaten at night,
ears humming with sound,
my blood sings to you.

Your voice wakes
the sleeping child
to fly so high
into a starry sky

Your eyes 
knew my thirst,
they are my water
where i whirl with rage

Cradle me in your arms
until I burn myself,
hold me to be still
and breathe desire
in my murderous fire

You shall kill me
maybe
but I shall live
as a thorn and a wound

raw as Genghis Khan,
so very thirsty,
his mind aflame
and much too much alone

I shall burn the clouds,
devour the rains
and beat the Earth,
riding his horse:
thus I shall die

my tears boiling,
my last breath
to singe your mind

Within half an hour of nowhere

written ca.1991
i must have been a horrible man..?


Within half an hour of nowhere


O dear
don't panick
Get your gun
Amok is what you want

Each one a God
strutting with pride.
All of them white and smelly,
hands across the belly,
nothing or all to hide

What else is there to do
in a supermarket,
and after all it's Sunday,
you won't hurt a fart

Maybe first the tins,
pineapple juice, custard,
avocados, yoghurt,
clotted cream, then the bins,
nightgowns and cashbox,
the windows and doors

Fuck it, I hope somebody walks
into these bullets,
just one astray.
I need to see blood

All around
blood is thinned out,
it's milky with fat
and tough on the heart.

Let me shoot Gods
and drink their blood.
Let me die
fiercely
to rise and fly
beyond the cloud,
beyond

dream of a shaman

Dream of a shaman

(democracy is the rule of the majority.

if the majority wants to live forever,

this will go into jurisdiction in the near future,

starting off in the U.S.A., surely.)

i hear whispers,

broken thoughts.

i listen to sadness

in empty spaces.

there are ghosts

floating in space.

i see

brains, brains over brains

nourished by tubes

and huge tanks,

green and pink fluids,

in subterranean caverns.

cyborgs, 120 years old,

limbs of titanium ,

teeter around

unexplainably twisted machines,

dials flashing and beeping.-

i feel

blind desire

and impossible tears,

memories torn,

maybe scraps of

a far away song

i smell

fear

and

pain

in a maze

between living

and dying

i am leaving

and

i see

nothing

under the sky

but stones, steel,

frozen ashes,

an immense sea

covered with black ice

i have

to

wake up

Assoziationen auf Deutsch

Assoziationen auf Deutsch

Deutsch. Deutsch,

ehern und schwülstig,

gemütlich und schal,

gemeißelt, brutal

sentimental

Mein Land,

dort geboren,

geradlinig, leistungsbewusst.

Disziplin ist kein deutsches Wort. Deutschsein ist Pflicht. 

Pflicht ist ein deutsches Gefühl.

Deutsch habe Tiefe,

doch dort ist es dunkel,

und wir lassen fünfe nicht gerade sein

Stammtisch, Verein,

die Zeitung lesen,

ein Vorbild geben,

Beherrschung

und keinen erschlagen,

das war alles gewesen?

Aber auch tüchtig sein,

Kraftwerke ,

Waffen und Schulden

verkaufen.

Deutsche müssen

ein Haus bauen oder drei.

Sparen ist heilig,

Arbeit auch.

Alle Rentner sind fleißig.

Ich misstraue

den Deutschen.

Ich traue keinem

außer meinen Feinden,

auf die kann ich mich verlassen.

Ich lebe im Luxus:

mein Misstrauen

kann mir wurscht und egal sein,

Gestapo und Stasi

sind abgeschafft.

Es gibt andere Möglichkeiten.

Kontrolle ist gut,

controlling sei besser,

Notwendigkeit ist notwendig.

Der Zweck heiligt die Mittel.

Die Mittel seien beschränkt,

aber nur wenn man danach fragt.

Nein. nein,

die Deutschen sind nicht roh,

keine Barbaren,

sie sind nicht achtlos

sondern sauber.

Der Müll wird getrennt.

Der Mensch auch.

 

dreamwalkers

dreamwalkers

night is.

day is.

dreams are.

i

follow dreams,

always.

i find

dreams.

dreams

find me

i walk

in my grid

of experience

and

dreams.

there is

my secret map

of stars

and black holes.

there is breath.

sound steps,

pauses,

rhythm:,

a path

to follow.

i forget,

was there first

the song

or

the singer?

I dream

meeting points,

lonely places.

in the sand,

in the sun,

in the wind

i  dream

the grass,

the rain,

the fire,

all dream

the ocean

dreams  me.

i dream

the ocean.

and

I will

follow

my dream

my dreams.

your dreams,

in the end:

who dreams?

virtual love

virtual love

all love

is virtual

reality.

it starts

and ends

in the mind.

there is no

reason

for love.,

love is

a gift.

love is

to share

the song

and the silence

love is to

be present.

love is.

a scent of love

A scent of love

I am

underground water.

I must  rumble.

but i will grow,

but i will  flow.

but my tears will not

drown you

I am

a volcano,

asleep,

old ashes

dancing in the wind.

I must growl

but i will

keep you warm.

I listen,

in my heart

a golden sound.

I must stumble

but not this song,

your mind.

I will

spread waves of the sea

around us.

I must expand

and withdraw

but your clear eyes

will find

my harbour.

I will

create

a voice

together

with you

in a garden

of silence

there should be

flowers

and

there will be

 joy