Poems

Poem

A moment for you

It's dark around you.

Don't be stupid.

Light a little light for you,

whose flame can shine for you.

Read only that in the book,

which you also understand well.

Read with fun,

as you stand by yourself.

Thoughts come to your mind.

Some are so fresh.

Notice it, that would be fine.

Sit down at this table of gifts.

Recognize the essence of all things,

without itching you.

They have always been like that.

What should depress them there?

Find your way back to yourself first.

This is to be affirmed,

whenever behind your mind's door

own thoughts reveal themselves to you.

All these things comprehend,

so that they do you justice.

Yes, mature on this idea,

You would not need to take in everything.

No, you should also leave some things alone.

You are welcome to do so.

Are you going to deal with it?

Moments come, situations pass.

Poem

Mayflies

I don't want to have been small, and I don't want to have been big.

My happiness in life lies hidden in equality.

That's how I determine it for myself alone.

I have few worries with it.

Not high I would like to rise, 

nor do I want to have fallen deep.

My life is also like that to me,

does not want to be thrown like a stone.

That's when I found myself.

My ways are gladly gone. 

Some things took a lot out of me, 

but I have always started again,

to claim all that is mine.

It is the people who can choose it for themselves.

At least that is my belief.

Some blubber, others run

through their uncertain life

and their oh so demanding aspirations

has brought them many a misfortune.

There they live in sunshine and die the first night. 

Poem

Mental discord

There is a spirit inherent in man.

What does he need it for? - That remains to be seen. 

Such a being carries itself through all winds.

Meanwhile, in our outer bark exists,

of our own skin something that builds us up.

There we say it loud

and are also very driven.

Some have rubbed off.

One has taken his reins in hand

and has come up through it.

The other one got a ride.

He couldn't get a grip on himself.

This is how the thoughts have been released from us.

You feel as if you have died.

Then you have nothing, but a lot of it.

Others speak loudly, a roar comes from their mouths.

With that, the last thing still slipped away from them.

To be with them, in their midst,

did me no good at all. 

I'm going to take a look at that now.

There would like to be many words, 

which people impose on each other.

Lost in the process is something called an order.

It is spoiled, which is well recognized. 

What has no value to own,

one has had to endure for a long time. 

But once the tide turns. 

A happiness of life soon lies at our feet.

How dazed I lie there now

and am struck by the speech.

That is so true,

Meanwhile my life passes by.

Poem

The land of starving poets

Writing is sometimes difficult for me. 

My words hardly fit. 

I sense a resistance there. 

However, I should trust myself.