Loneliness

That somewhere

 

1.Always was a lonly one
And lonly still I stay.
I see people laughing, talking,
Yet I’ve got nothing to say.

 

2.I haven’t found my place in here
Maybe it’s somewhere else
I just want to disappear
Jump over this old fence.

 

3.The funny dreams I had some night,
Picturing some strange angels
They touched me deep and held me tight
And told me to have patience.

 

4.The time will come for me to find
The place I can call “home”
To really mean it when I say,
“Today, I just don’t feel alone.”

Always alone, but never by myself... damnit! :))

Stranger to the world

1.Sometimes, I feel like weed between roses,
A pale stain of color, which slowly decomposes
Like a part of every thing, but without a true home
Like a bloke in a crowd, however being lone.
 
2.I’m a sunset tramp walking along a railway
Never touching the sun wanting to get away
The world seems to me like a dangerous ocean
No one can float, we are just driven in motion.

3.Sometimes, they play me with thousands of strings
When all I need are a couple of wings,
To fly far away, achieving my dreams
To escape, when nobody’s watching.

4.When the black velvet courtine falls down at night
I woun’t fall asleep, for try as I might
The cares lie havy on me
It will be better tomorrow...

Manifest against the possible gold mine from Rosia Montana, Romania

Rosia Montana Ballad

-manifest against the gold mine from Rosia Montana, Romania-

There he was, a jobless  guy

Living underneath the sky

And the stars were beautiful

But the hunger – too painful.

One day, a black limo came

It said: “Boy, let’s start a game.

You will earn a lot of gold

If you do what you are told.”

So he forgot nature’s song

And learned how to play along

After a glass of red wine

He joined the limo’s gold mine.

But if he took some time to think

He would hear his angel sing:

“Man don’t do it,

Don’t mess up your fate

You’ll be sorry,

But it will be too late.

These high mountains

Don’t desearve such a wound

Don’t hurt them

‘Cause you’re destroying a bond.

Man don’t do it,

Don’t mess up your fate

You’ll be sorry,

But it will be too late.

When you’re wounded

Nature will be here

But all black limos

Will disappear.”

There he was, mining for gold

Making the mountains unfold

His payment was all it mattered

While outside, the mountains shattered.

Greed was swelling in his head

While outside the birds fell dead.

One day, the hard work was over

He went outside to recover

But instead the long lost mountains

All he saw were bloody fountains.

Now he’s jobless, in despair

And the black  limos don’t care.

There is nothing left to lose

He drinks 3 bottles of booze

Anger’s boiling in his chest

And he goes to Bucharest

This one he will not repent :

He’ll burn down the government!

But if he took some time to think

He would hear his angel sing:

“Man don’t do it,

Don’t mess up your fate

If you’re here

It’s already too late.

You’ve got a cute girl

And she’s waiting in bed

She won’t be happy

With a spirit instead.

Man don’t do it,

Don’t mess up your fate

If you’re here then

It’s already too late.

Your gang’s all waiting

For you in the bar

Why don’t you smoke some weed

Instead of starting a war.”

Happy Easter and stay united!

Together

We are droplets of the same light

Each one swallowed by the dark

But together we are the sun

Containing every single spark

We are just colors which vibrate

Get scattered by the wind

But together we are the rainbow

We shine, we thrive, we sing.

We are but withered, tired petals

Which bath in rays of gold

Together we are lively flowers

When spring comes, we unfold.

Like dusty, muddy, little stones

We cleave when the earth shakes

But when together we unite,

The levee never breakes.

Happy Easter, people!
Love & Light in your souls!

Emigration

Thoughts of an emigrant

1. Mother, I’m sorry, but I have to go

Tomorrow I’ll be sitting in a row

With a ticket, in a car,

Taking me away and far.

2. Because, you see, this place is dry

Except for all the tears we cry

But you will not remain dried up

From what I’ll drink, I’ll share a drop.

3. My friend, I’ll miss your funny jokes

And last night when we played that hoax.

I’ll write a letter just to share

How misunderstood I am there.

4. Lucky me, I have no child!

Because they would have grown up wild

Without anyone to bother,

Without the love of a mother!

5. This tired, rusty ship is sinking

And I will flee before I drown

To a new shore I must keep swimming

The current will not drag me down.

Disappointing yourself

Fallen a long way

This life ain’t real

Running after sunshine

In the middle of the night.

How do you feel,

After catching an illusion

That shatters in your palm.

When did things get so bad...?

Cold rivers of tears

Left a desert in my head.

When did i first start falling...

Must be a  hundred years ago

Can hear my old self calling.

Too late to climb

The abiss i’ve been descending

For a long, long time.

Too late to rise

Sleep will soon embrace me,

After this glass of wine.

Have you ever disappointed yourself? Like when you do something you don't agree with, or that is against your principles. Or when you know that in order to do something important to you, you have to hurt others and bear being judged by them... and so you choose to abandon your wishes and dreams only to avoid being criticised... like choosing the easy way instead of the right way. Or like being nice to people who insult you because otherwise you'd have to endure repercussions. But deep down inside you know the best way would have been to shout out loud and stand up for yourself when insulted, even if you had to endure all the repercussions in the world. Or like when you swore you'd never start smoking, and now you can't stop yourself. When you pretend to be someone else, only because it's the only way you'd be accepted in society... but deep down you know that true friends would like the real you. When you tried so hard to quit drinking, and one fine day you break loose.

At some point in our lives, i think everyone disappoints themselves. It feels like something breaks inside you. I think it is much worse than when someone else disappoints you. In those moments you know that you couldn't act according to your own principles, and this makes you feel weak. And when you feel weak you lose much of your self esteem. But... don't make a tragedy out of it! We all do mistakes. When you have disappointed yourself, the best thing you could do is stop regreting it, and focus on never repeating the same mistake in the future. Be more endulgent with yourself anf try to forgive yourself.

As for me... i have disappointed myself a few times, and this actually made me write this poem :).

Astral travel

The night time travel

The happiness that makes you want to shed

Over the world

A rainbow, not a light…

Lying on silk and pillows in your bed

It’s not just sleep,

It’s flying through the night!

Throughout the flight you’ll climb upon a mountain

Might also jump into a champaigne fountain

Because things aren’t what they seem,

When you prefer to travel,

Not just to lucid dream.

Next day, you know you’ll face reality

Lazily, you procrastinate a while

But then, remembering your dream,

You’ll face the greyness with an accomplice smile.

Freiheit

Freiheit

Ich bin der Fluss

Ich bin der Wind
Ein wildes Tier
Und Gottes Kind.
Bin umgehuellt
Von keinem Netz
Mein ruher Lieblingsort
Ist jetz.

Ich bin der Strom
Und auch der Damm
Niemand bestimmt,
Was ich sein kann.
In meinem Weg
Liegt keinen Stein,
Hab' ihn geschafft
Gerade, fein.
Und ich schreite darauf allein

Die ganze Welt

Steht mir als Heim.

Leichtes Hertz

Leichtes Herz habe ich

Meine Taschen sind leer

Meine Seele ist voll

Sonnenlicgt innerlich

Sonnenlicht, jawohl!

Wenn der Blitz schlaegt

Und mein Dach erzittert

Durch mein Gebett

Rede ich mit Gewittern.

Das Herz- ein Fabrik

Fuer lila Musik

Darf mir nicht erlauben

Finsterer zu glauben.

Ignorants and wrong masters

The judge

1.Upon the hill, a cripple man

Is teaching others how to run

He tells of speed, his eyebrows frown,

But he lacks the guts to come down.

2.His ruthless eyes throw laser beams,

He doesn't know the shades of dawn

Comes uninvited in your home

And makes all folks listen and yawn.

3.Upon the hill, a boring man

Is teaching others to behave

Announces what is best for you,

And yet he doesn't know your name.

4.Little, blank man, if you came down

The world would be a little neater

Because in fact, the world to you

Is only Terra Incognita.

Down with ACTA - Pirate's ballad

The pirate’s ballad

“What are you doing here,

You look like a mess?”

“What does it look like?

I’m waiting for death!”

“Tell me about it, you look so sad.

What have you done, little, devilish lad?”

“Well, if you want to,

I guess I could tell

How I ended down here

In this bloody well.

I was a cool pirate,

Just doing my thingy

And suddenly heard

The telephone ringing.

A fellow pirate told me they’re after us

So I’d better leave home, taking the bus,

I answered I’d vanish, don’t make such a fuss!

I opened the door and wanted to run,

But there a gorilla was pointing a gun.”

“I’m sorry lad, can’t you get a good lawyer?

It’s a pity for all to lose such a warrior.”

“I wish I could do so, but I’m broke like hell

No chance of me getting out of this well.

Sharing my treasure  without any measure,

Seeding virtual flowers at late midnight hours…

No charge, no fees and at high speed, too

No use keeping good things only for you.

The gorillas said this was illegal

Giving stuff free, like people were equal…

They took my boat,

They took my coat

And I feel like a frozen goat.

So long fellow pirates,

So long high-speed sea

And while I am down here

Keep seeding for me!

Isn’t it funny, my grandma told me

Just how freakin’ awful the commies could be.

But I’d tell my child, I lived through a time

When the world wide sea was open to dive.

Oh, now I realize, sir, you entered my cell!

Who are you?

How did you pass through the gate of my hell?”

“I guess I must say, lad,

But please don’t be mad.

When I first entered to come after thee

You really did say you’d been waiting for me.”

“I see, I see, please do take me.

I’ll be a ghost, possess no host.

To my fellow pirates I’ll always be near

Knocking in wood

Ere gorillas appear.

So smoke some weed and plant a seed

For the ones who are in need.

To the ones reading this story

I say this: people, don’t worry

Because behind the dark mist

Pirates will always exist!”

Be yourself...no matter what they say :)

There is a huge amount of pressure on you to be something else. It's true, you can't avoit pretending. You must dress in a certain way when you're at work. You must refrain from insulting people, even if you sometimes feel like punching someone in the face. But even so, never forget who you truely are! If you have to, just pretend. Pretend you're serious when in fact all you think about is listening to jazz music. Pretend you like someone even if you don't. It's despicable, i know, but sometimes you just have to.
But be careful as not to become that person you are pretending to be for the sake of surviving in this mad society. Because some people forget who they truely are.
You must act maturely and responsible, because otherwise you won't get a job and you'll never be part of society. I know it sucks, but you can't live as an outsider all your life. You can't just lock yourself in a room and ignore everything, even if you sometimes feel like doing so. After a while, you'll have to get out. You'll need the bathroom :))
Avoid conflicts when you can, smile when you must... pretend you're happy when you're not. But never forget to spend time with your self. Analyse yourself to see if, after all the fake smiles and unnatural attitude you use during the day, you still are yourself.
Never become what you don't like.
Never adopt a lifestyle you don't agree with.
Never get married if you don't love him/her like dying for him/her.
Don't let people mould you and turn you into what you're not.
Don't be with the one who is so "kind" as to magnanimously accept your flaws, thinking they do you such a favour turning a blind eye on your drawbacks. But be with the one who thinks you're shortcomings make you beautiful because they are unique and who loves your dark side because it's yours.
Say as they say, but do things your way.
Photoshop is a great program. But never let others photoshop you, when they feel like making you "better". Only the ones who love you as you are desearve your love.

Photoshopping me…

1. Darling, your imagination

Can’t replace my miscreation.

Your kindness – the truth be told –

Can’t turn silver into gold.

2. Love can’t add what I don’t have

It’s revolting and it’s sad

You reshape me smoother, neater,

But in fact, you make me bitter.

3. I don’t need you to accept

What I want you to adore,

It doesn’t help when you ignore

What I have less, but you want more.

4. Your shiny spark is not useful

I need a flame so powerful

To shine a light on all my cracks,

Someone to scream: they’re beautiful!

2012 is not the end

Do not believe what is written in all books and articles proclaiming the end of the world in 2012. These are just instruments to make money. Whoever promotes the idea of the end of the world in 2012 is spreading fear, panic and cheap controversy amongst people. Fear and panic are used to manipulate and the cheap controversy in TV talkshows and books about the end is used to sell. They make money out of naivity. There is no way to be sure about the future. And this is the beautiful side of life. How could you enjoy life if you knew what would happen, if there was no element of surprise?

All the predictions about the end of the world in 2012 are based on the Mayan calendar. But the Mayan calendar doesn't state that the end of the world will occur in 2012. It talks about the end of an era and the beginning of a new one.
The economic crisis has made poor people poorer, while many employers take advantage of people's fears of losing their jobs. They fire thousands of people, claiming that they don't have money to pay them because of the economic crisis. But the ones who remain employed have to work double, they are tired, stressed out, overworked and underpayed because... "it's crisis!". If they didn't take advantage of people in this way, they wouldn't fire thousands of people while making the remaining empoyees work double. It's just an excuse for the heads of large companies to earn more, while the masses are more deprived. It's greed we should worry about. Greed, and not 2012. We created the situation we are in. Sometimes i think that the tension among the population will explode because there is a limit to the unjustice one can bear. This would be yet an other form of the end of something and the beginning of something new.

I say this: do not live in fear, do not be manipulated by fear. Do not bow before someone just because they have money and power. But choose the right leaders to look up to. If you need to look up to someone, choose that person who cares about the troubles of the world and who doesn't sell their principles for 100 bucks.
Things are ending, others are beginning, it has been like this since us humans are on Earth. Do not fear changes. We are shading our coats and changing them for new ones, that's all. A crisis, like an illness, is a sign that there is a wound in the organism. The organism needs to be cleansed out of the toxins. Afterwards, things are smooth again.

Ascenssion

1.Something ended

Something hasn’t started yet

It will be brilliant, I bet.

Caterpillars turning into butterflies,

Butterflies turning into dragon flies,

Soon enough, just not yet.

2. Sleep is over

Waking state awaits

There will be many things to do.

You don’t have to concentrate

Just stand up and celebrate

The birth of a new you.

3. A door has been closed

An other one will open.

I have to find the key

To the place

Where dreams become reality,

And embeace destiny.

P.S. Dont't watch the movie "2012", that sucks, watch "Melancholia" instead! :))

The silly behaviour

The silly behaviour

1. Withered flower all alone by the window frame

Once she was all dressed in red,
But now she’s become pale.
Tired, old and all drained out
Dwelling in her gloom
Only tears can water her,
But tears don’t make her bloom.

2. Flower dressed in spider web, bathing in moonlight
Wishing he would come to tend her
But he doesn’t come tonight.
All the things that nurture her
Are not found in mud
But sadly she just found out
That butterflies prefer a bud.

Do you feel like an alien?

Starseed…

 
1. A girl with dark, black hair
Was swimming in the sea
She saw a UFO
She asked:”who might you be?”

2. A blonde guy came to her
And said: “We are in need!
The grey dudes took our planet
We have nowhere to breed.

3. Why don’t you come inside?
Drink this cokteil and rest
The stars will flee around us’
This night will be the best!”

4. Many years past since then…
I watch the stars a lot,
Sometimes I can’t stop thinking:
“Come back, you idiot!”

P.S. In the ufology literature, two of the mentioned alien races are the tall blondes or nordics (who look almost like us, but they're all blond) and the little greys (small grey dudes with big heads). And some abductees claim to have been told by the aliens that these two races fought in a war against each other.