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Thanks, Michael


4.2.14

Die phönizische See


Musikalische Begleitung:


Die phönizische See besteht aus Limonade, Blut und Tränen
Eine Zuflucht der Verlierer, keine Herrschaft zu erwähnen

Täglich wächst die See mit jeden Verlusten und Niederlagen
Durch den trüben Schleier treiben einsame Wehklagen

Der traurige Gesang eines verlorenen Matrosen
Er rudert immer weiter mit niemandem zum Ablösen

Ein andere hat den Kopf sinken lassen und jetzt sinkt auch sein Schiff
Weder auf Glaube noch Hoffnung haben Reisende Zugriff

Die See bietet keine Obdach sondern ein Gefängnis der Grausamkeit
Ein Entkommen gibts hier nicht, die Havarie: eine Frage der Zeit

2.2.14

Monkeys


Musical Accompaniment:


Mine was black and gruesome
Its fur a dirty mess
I’d quite gotten the impression
It was bigger than the rest

I’ve no idea just how long
The bastard avoided my detection
I couldn’t see him in the mirror
For I no longer cast reflection

Its weight had drug me down
Its words led me astray
It had been feeding on my sorrow
Like a glutton at a buffet

For all I know it could’ve just been
All I need was the distraction
But just like Jagger, I was on a losing streak
And couldn’t find any satisfaction

So I looked to you, my friends
I knew you’d never let me down
You gave me hope where there was none
And made a smile out of my frown

To each of you I owe so much
You picked me up and made me see
Put me back on track and helped me
Replace the alcohol with endorphins

Now I’m my old self again
I’ve regained my confidence and composure
So look to me if ever you need help
And I’ll get that monkey off your shoulder

10.1.14

Swelling Rage


Musical Accompaniment:
Mumford & Sons - White Blank Page

I am an empty book
But it hasn't always been this way
The book was a third full
Until I was betrayed

I ripped out all the contents
In a fit of dour rage
I couldn't stand to see her there
Smiling upon the page

I'd try to keep on writing
But the only pen I've found's a knife
I'll pour my blood out on the paper
To try to make something of my life

The worst kind of people
Are those you cannot hate
The ones that ruin everything
Yet it's still somehow your mistake

Sometimes I wanna rage-quit
But my senses tell me no
To move on and find myself
I'm gonna have to go

Where to's a damn good question
I've never felt so lost
I just wanna make it through this
No matter what the cost

So I close the book and try to forget
The stories it once told
I'll lick my wounds and try to make room
For a new life to unfold

1.12.13

Lemonade

 

Musical Accompaniment:
Wenzel - Betrunkenes Liebeslied

When life gives you lemons
You make the lemonade
So i opened a lemonade stand
Turned my bad luck into a trade

You wanna glass of happines
Well this one here's on me
Climb aboard my wayward ship
We'll sail across the Phoenician Sea

With any luck we might get there
Just the day after tomorrow
After all this fickle ship
Is fueled by tears and sorrow

On the inside I am frowning
But there's a smile on my face
I take the heartache that you cause me
And make the world a better place

27.11.13

A Plea For Reinforcements


Musical Accompaniment:

It's a bitter pill to swallow
But I'll do it for myself
I can't do it for the rest of you
Because I can't seem to find anyone else

This time around's been difficult
And I'm unsure of my task
I know that we're alone here
Just unsure who has strayed the path

Sometimes it seems I better understand
The goal we're driving at
But with my leadership we're getting nowhere
Trapped in this eternal Iliad

This the burning question
That robs me of my sleep:
Was I sent back to find her
Or was she sent to find me

14.11.13

Rootless Tree


Musical Accompaniment:

Don't be mistaken up on that mountain where you are
That bright light on the horizon ain't no morning star

A hundred twenty megaton neutron bomb
Just shattered what was left of the morning calm

The end result of a chain reaction
That you set off in negligent fashion

The turmoil anchored deep in my heart
Left unchecked has torn me apart

Nothing to do but watch and wonder
As the world as you know it is ripped asunder

I won't stop until there's nothing left
Of my hopes and dreams you left me bereft

And when at last it's finally all gone
There's still one thing you can depend on

When we all return next time around
I won't rest until I've tracked you down

You deserve two deaths for what you did to me
Left me to wither and rot like a rootless tree

10.11.13

Lost Time


Musical Accompaniment:

 One for you and two for me
I might have skipped a stage
So here it is, this one's yours
Do with it what you will
Add it to your collection 
The things you stole from me
My own fault, I guess
For burning so many bridges
This icy water feels like home
But it's got your name all over it
I suppose I should keep kicking
Knock another hole into my wall
I'll make it out eventually
Though it won't be any thanks to you
I am not a stone and I refuse to sink
Just wasting more time
Trying to find my legs
So very much I owe to you
I'm just now beginning to understand
It's a coin with two sides
And both are infinitely large
But it's a coin nonetheless
Don't think I'll forget that

Hutch Mountain


Musical Accompaniment:
Patrick Swayze - She's Like the Wind



I drove up to the summit
Told my parents I’d gone somewhere else
Parked my car at a neighbors
You snuck me in through the garage

Hushed voices and microwaved popcorn
We talked long into the night
You laughed at my color blindness
Because I couldn’t see the letters on the cards

But you were just as oblivious
To the feelings I had for you
Eventually I came to accept
There was nothing to be done for us

But then you took on a different form
Haunted me for years to come
Across the globe you chased me
A hungry ghost I couldn’t shake

Nietzsche said we’re all growing volcanoes
And though I don’t doubt it to be true
I’ve noticed something lately
I’m growing another you

It’s astounding just how easy it is
She’s like the wind
All I have to do is adjust my sails
She’s taking me far away

And this I’m quite ok with
I never knew where I was going anyway
One hungry ghost to replace another
These words have to get out somehow

2.11.13

Whimsical Poverty


Musical Accompaniment:
The Acorn - Almanac


I’ve been getting really dizzy
My face weighs more than I do
Been wandering through this city
I haven’t slept yet but I’ve tried to

I got a phone with WhatsApp
So I can stay in touch
Obama had it wired-tapped
Or I expect as much

I lost the game that I was playing
That summer way back when
Shows how much attention I’ve been paying
History repeats itself again

I’ve never felt so lost
Walking circles around Bojangles’
All the lines I’ve ever crossed
Unsure and at strange angles

I can feel the pressure rise and swell
Like an intolerable crescendo
Maybe I’ll go out like Jezebel
Throw myself from the bedroom window

17.10.13

Schlechter Rat

Vielleicht wars doch Irrsinn
Das wegen sowas zu vermeinen
Was hättest du sonst tun können
Außer es offenbar zu verneinen

Deswegen wars auch dämlich
Das alles bloßzulegen
Letztendlich hats mir nichts gebracht
Und dir ein Hemmnis meinetwegen

Fumbling through the Grey


Musical Accompaniment:

Giant iron banded wheels
Rolling over sand and fields

Just like a tire's profile
We touch the Earth but a short while

Back in the Bardo we complete the revolution
To atone for our sins and search for a solution

Reach the center of our wheels
Enlightenment and ideals

I was once your teacher and you my wayward student
I crossed the world and found you but you remain imprudent

Only a quarter of this life to get here thank instinct and blind fate
Yet I arrived, to my dismay, once again just somewhat late

You slight my words anew and barrel forth through life
As were it the only one and somehow free of strife

Our wheels are bound by axel; we need each other to make it through
Otherwise we're just rolling on and achieving nothing new

Please forget this game you play
Life only remains the same that way

We've got some real work to do
Together, me and you
 

12.10.13

Epiphany


Musical Accompaniment:

A million miles across the surface of the sun
Lead me to an understanding I wasn't prepared for
How unlikely it is that we're here together
Of all the possibilities
Like alien cultures
Come to fruition near enough in time and space
Contact is possible
A voice cries out into the infinite void
And is answered
By the sweetest melody ever imaginable

11.10.13

Haikus (I)

I have been set free
Released from imprisonment
Of my own design


Are these the hard times
Why do I feel so alive
When will this subside


Things are what they are
We need to stop reading them
As something they aren't


Ebbe und Verzicht
Jens liebt Alis Schwesterchen
Sie ihn aber nicht


Up on Cold Mountain
I threw ice from the apex
Like a vengeful god

10.10.13

Jāti


I sold my voice for another chance, a shot at something new
Everything looked great upon first glance but eventually fell through

What at first made me unique became a problem over time
Without a tongue to speak, my life began to unravel and unwind

For now I’m dancing aerials across this foreign sky
In attempt convey just how I feel from my body to your eye

Our souls are tightly bound from so many lives successful
That was enough to find you here but without my voice the rest’s proved stressful

I need you to wake up and remember your lives past
We must hold tight this time that we remain together when recast

12.9.11

An Autumn Reminder


On my way home the grass in the field bent in unison under the wind and made wavy patterns on both sides of the path.  And for the first time in a while, I felt the wind pushing me instead of pulling.  It's always a little more comforting to be nudged than to be tugged upon.  I realized that until that moment, for the longest time, I felt as if i was being dragged somewhere whether I wanted to end up there or not.  But suddenly I felt the gentle push from behind -more like friendly encouragement or support.

It felt strange but somehow familiar.

Though the air is different here, I recognized a particular scent: a tinge of death, over-powered by the promise of new life and there, just barely noticeable...  It was so good that I took a little pause right there on the path and watched the fields dance.  I was alone though it wasn't that late.  I turned into the wind to welcome it upon my face and that's when I saw you standing behind me.

I felt my limbs grow lighter though I certainly wasn't high; it had been at least two long years since we'd last said goodbye.

I just smiled and you smiled back at me.  I thought to speak but didn't want to interrupt the rustling of the trees.

We just enjoyed the moment looking into each other's eyes.  I sensed you hadn't returned to stay but it was still such a nice surprise.

You were, as always, stunning in the crisp and breezy air -that simple smile and gleaming look, with your legs and arms all bare.

I watched some leaves scatter past and pretended they were thousand dollar bills.  But I didn't care to see them go, it was the thought of your departure that gave me chills.

But there was something there behind your look and although we didn't speak, I knew for certain this was by no means the last time we would meet.

I waved and smiled and you beamed right back, then turned and walked away, leaving me with the courage that I'd lacked and hope for a brand new day.

15.7.09

Once in a way


It isn’t hunting season but there is no one left to tell us not to take the kill. While your guitar gently wept, my violin had awoken devils the likes of Belial and Sammael. I hold them in my hands though I’ve released my grip on the world to procure such magic. Earth is rolling downhill without Atlas to hold her up… slowly now but give it time… Hell is breaking loose. The waves no longer pound the shoreline but keep your ears high, young Fiver: there’s a fox in the comb. And fair Varona shall become no sleep tonight; but not by any doings of the houses of Montague or Capulet but of something more terrifying than you could ever in your worst nightmares have imagined. The Zeitgeist is dead and God will follow suit and soon there will be nothing left but an unfriendly wind blowing through the last fields of barley and rye. Once in a way, I knew this place as did we all. It wasn’t my entire fault but I shall take the blame, for what does it matter now? Weg. The gallows hang too high and the fair-weather crowd of on-lookers can no longer relish in the expressions of fear and anguish on the faces of the fallen as the rope reaches the end of its slack. Now only the sound of snapping bones can arouse any rush from the peasantry of this class we have selfishly created by digging and cutting until there was nothing left. There is nothing left.

1.6.09

My Theologies

I’ve felt obliged as of late to clarify my own theological beliefs to myself. I know what it is that I believe and what I it is that I do not but what I’ve been seeking to understand is why I posses the beliefs I do. These are (only) a few observations I have made:

• If god did not give man freewill, what would be the point to creating him at all?
When a game designer invents a new RPG, he creates a world just as god had. He creates the rules and the materials available; he sets the limitations and punishments; he creates a new world where people plug themselves in online and basically live an alternate life just like the lives people are living right now in the world created for them by god. But why would that man create a world and all the characters and then control everything every one of the characters did? There would be no point to it. It would be boring and a lot of work for nothing. I do not believe that god created us in such a way. And if he had, what does that say about god? When a man robs a bank or rapes someone, did he do this because god controlled it? I think not. I think god has no hand in the action and decisions of man. It only makes sense. I can understand to some degree, the desire to make something that may require hard work and may not seem so marvelous to the creator for the benefit of a third party or an audience. A good example of this is a motion picture. In the instance of Star Wars or many of Spielberg’s films, the film was written, produced and directed by the same single human being. They knew the end of the story before it was written, they controled the fates and every action of the characters and they saw all the nitty-gritty behind the scenes of the film not intended for the audience. For them, the only benefit is the effect of the movie on an audience. They have created a work of art for others to enjoy. The Earth is a beautiful work of art and man is a beautiful creature capable of many beautiful things (understood but irrelevant, that he is also capable of wicked, ugly things). But if this was meant to be so, who is the audience? Certainly not mankind. Just as the characters in the movie are not the audience of the movie. They are simply the characters. They know not that their existence is the futile creation of an artist. The audience must be a third party of equal value of the creator. This would mean that god created the world as a work of art to appeal to something else unworldly. This does not fit into typical religious cannon (though oddly enough it does fit the bill for a select few Native American religious beliefs that I know of, though I am no expert). The only other unearthly figure that appears in various religions often enough to be considered a norm would be the devil or the representation of evil –the figure in opposition of god. Did god create the world and mankind as a work of art so that the devil could marvel it or attempt to appreciate it? I think not. For what other motive could there be to do such a thing? For these reason I must believe that man has freewill to do whatsoever he pleases despite what god wishes.
• What else could there be?
Most religious beliefs focus on the existence of an afterlife –something more beautiful than the present. They strive to achieve this life which is often depicted as a reward for only a select few. For me, the belief of a world better than this beautiful world which surrounds us is a selfish and ignorant belief. Clearly man isn’t happy enough with what he already has. He is afraid of life and he cannot handle the hardships that must come with the beauty. He seeks a Utopian world in which there would be no such hardships. Though it is my belief that it is because of those hardships that the beautiful can appear as so. Everything wonderful will eventually lose its flair. Everything is in recession. Everything is fleeting. Man is dying from the moment he is conceived. Thus is the way of life. Nothing good can last forever. The idea of a place where everything is good for all eternity goes against all reason. Life needs equilibrium to give things meaning. Because we have ugliness, we can have/understand/appreciate beauty; because we have coldness, we can have/understand/appreciate warmth; because we have darkness, we can have/understand/appreciate light; because we have god, we must have the devil. There can never be one without the other. Whatever afterlife there is, it could not exclude one half of these things because they are necessary for the existence of the other.
• What are we waiting for?
As some religions foretell, there will come a time when all of mankind will be stopped in its tracks and forced to participate in the will of god as he ends its time on earth. Essentially, every human being on earth will simultaneously (whether you choose to literally interpret Revelations or not, the concept is the same, regardless of the exact time frame, in many religions) die, old and young, good and evil. And they will be assorted into the proper categories based on their actions in life. And what of the infants? Why are they lucky enough to not even have been tempted with sin? And if these people are to be sorted in the same manner as the rest of everyone else who had earlier died of natural causes (that is, not collected as part of a whole by god as he ended man’s reign on earth), then why, the question must be asked, are these people “special”. For what reason will god decide that the time is right to perform such a task? And how could this be judged as fair? What would become of those that would have repented their sins the following day had god just granted them another twenty-four hours? He could not know if they would have or not because he does not control their thoughts as man most definitely has freewill. Metaphorically, man’s time on earth could be compared to a game show such as Press Your Luck or Wheel of Fortune. As both names suggest, it is only a matter or luck that this act of god would benefit any one person in particular. The participants of the game are men and the duration of the stopping process is the will of god. No matter when he chooses to carry out this last act of judgment on the human race, there will be winners and losers. And many of these people we should understand to not be winners or losers at all. Does the fact that one loses on Press Your Luck simply because he pressed a button make him a failure? Indeed not; it makes him unlucky, for the very same button-press made another “a winner”. This insensible idea of an ending point controlled by anything other than the interactions of human beings themselves does not hold much water in my beliefs.
• What becomes of the world after man?
Man was the last thing created. All other things were created for the pleasure and benefit of man so that he would have them when he arrived. Man needs the nourishment of the earth and the sun. He needs equilibrium in all things (e.g. day/night). All things were created for man. Without men on the earth, the earth no longer serves a purpose. What would become of it? Would it be disregarded? The flora left to wither away and the fauna to go extinct without the assistance of god (and in some instances man)… And what would become of the creations of man? The physical imprint man has made on his home planet… Would it be left as a legacy or removed? And why is that question even relevant? And what of the not so tangible creations of man? Of math? Of time? These are not natural concepts and do not actually exist. They were merely the creations of man to help them make sense of the world around him. Would they also disappear along with mankind? What would it be like in a world without math or time? Could man’s brain function without them? I think not, for he invented them out of necessity in the first place. But these were not creations of god. Would this mean that they would then not exist in his afterlife? Would man be allowed to bring his creations with him to the afterlife? This is an odd question yet one cannot deny it is pertinent. Or would the world be recycled in some way? Would god simply decide to start “round two” –like the game designer will most definitely at some point in the future, create a new version of the same RPG. And if this is the case, who’s to say that mankind is indeed “round one”? It is entirely possible that mankind is already the recycled creation of a former man –perhaps a less perfect man.
• Why are the beliefs of man so similar and yet so different?
And what does that indeed say about the beliefs of man? The fact that many civilizations around the world developed similar religious beliefs without having contacted or consulted one another leads me to believe that man strives for reason. He needs clarification as to why he exists. He needs to believe in something more powerful than he and all that he knows. Yet the fact that all of these religious beliefs are not the same and in actuality, many are quite different, leads me to believe that there was no proof or factual foundation for any of them. I cannot see one as more correct than any other for to do so would be to say that god appeared to the people who developed such a belief and gave them the biased advantage of the truth from which to structure their beliefs and so left the others in the dust so to speak with their false beliefs. This is totally against the concept of god as the creator. No, the fact that everyone everywhere on the planet developed a religious belief in a supreme power(s) and yet none of them are in accordance leads me to believe that all of them are indeed false. They are only similar in that they seek to provide an answer. Yet none of them can prove that their answer is any more correct than the others’. This in itself offers more proof than that made available by any one particular religion.
• What is nothing?
The question cannot be answered. It is impossible for human beings to understand the concept of nothing. It is for this reason that the idea of the creation has held sway so long over scientific theory. To say that before the universe came into being there was nothing, is not something that man can wrap is head around –not something he can accept. Yet the fact must surely remain that before god came into existence, there was nothing. Everything must always have been started from nothing. As impossible as it is to understand (and I firmly believe that it is indeed impossible to understand and always will be impossible to understand), it is a truth I accept. Man’s largest fear is that of the unknown. In fact, almost every fear is derived from this single fear. One may possess a fear of snakes but this fear is brought about because he does not know if the snake will act in a displeasing way (as he knows it can). It was because of this fear of the unknown that man created his religious beliefs. He feared not understanding the purpose of his life and so created something to help him ease this fear. And it is the fear of the unknown that drives the fear of death. For death is the one thing, every human being can automatically understand is impossible to explore, and so our knowledge of it will never improve. Man may learn what brings about death and ways to preserve life but he could never experiment with death without dying. People have died and come back to life countless times –it occurs on a daily basis in hospitals all over the world. But this is not the same. They are at the time, unconscious and their body has ceased the functions capable of bringing them back to life, but nevertheless it is like they are asleep and without dreams –a feeling we all know but cannot understand. One awakes without any knowledge of what has happened or how much time has elapsed. He was essentially dead to the world and unable to describe what had occurred in his state of unconscious. Life is only the conscious. The unconscious is not life but rather, life distorted to a point impossible to understand. For these reasons, man cannot, and will not ever know what will become of him after his death. And because this concept is so easy for him to understand, it is very easy for him to fear. For man fears most, that which is the most obviously unknown. And it because of this intense fear of death/the unknown that man has created the idea of the afterlife to help him cope with his conscious life. The idea of simply living another life after the familiar one has ended is only a convenience created to oppose the fear of death –to create equilibrium for which it is necessary for man to live. It is my belief that what comes after death is nothing –just as is feared. In that sense it is clear, for man did originally have a fear of death until he created the concept of an afterlife and he would not have had this fear if he did not already have the notion that there was indeed nothing after death. Man has always understood this but yet has always chose to oppress this.

3.5.09

The Hunter and the Hermit

I am a saboteur of my own goals
I enjoy the hunt more than the meal
I play stupid games when I should not
I forget what is and isn't real

I've been dawdling far too long
One day the tortoise will take his prize
Then I'll have to reinvent myself
And shed this heavy guise

I am a borrower of stones and books
And I misplace all that I own
I cannot keep my thoughts in line
The seeds were scattered when they were sewn

I've woken up wishing I had not
And felt the breath of God upon my face
Tomorrow doesn't quite exist for us
Yet we welcome it with embrace