PREFACE

In the vast tapestry of life, we often find ourselves entangled in the threads of our conditioning, bound by limitations that confine our spirits. Yet, amidst the labyrinth of existence, a radiant beacon shines forth – Love. It is the key that unlocks the shackles of our past, the force that propels us towards freedom and self-discovery. In this collection of poetry, I navigate the delicate dance between our ingrained beliefs and the transformative power of love. Through verses that echo with longing, hope, and introspection, we embark on a journey of unraveling the complexities of our conditioning to unearth the essence of our true selves. May these poems serve as whispers of solace and inspiration, guiding you towards embracing the boundless potential that lies within the embrace of life. To embark on a quest to transcend our limitations and embrace the infinite possibilities that await us beyond the horizon of our conditioning.

From the beginning

It is done;
recurring uncertainty.

How these short waves of security can be deceiving.

They pass by quickly smashed in between the rocks of
your cold shores.

Again from the beginning. Again and again.

Fear as a feeling.


Fear as meaning.
Fear as a weapon.
Fear as a purpose.
Fear as an environment.

Fear as a habit.

Fear as a defense.

Fear as life

 

across the borders of the unknown
lies a land that is not built upon lies
where the heart is not yet defeated
where all the broken dreams live looking for a way out

across the borders of the unconscious
lie endless fields of sleeping thoughts

which are yet to be born to break old patterns
of self deception
that man has created

to keep us chained in our own fear

for we are more than mere figures in a game of power 

Hope we meet again

I see a darkness in love
i tell it to my heart and
feel so sorry
my blood flow rises fast back to the memories of you

now i am blind in the dark thinking if i had you
i would have an occasion of letting the sunshine back into my love

i look into my chest and ask “sweetheart what have you done?” it simply replies
“my love will never die,
even if you don’t trust me.”

every day of love is the first day of my life death have no mercy
on my ego’s dark desires

anthem to fear

inside the depth of the paths within my dreams i met her in her pure strength again
she clings to my heart with the claws
of an ancient goddess

and tells me to move under her will as she is worshipped by worlds
the pain of her power flows
trough my whole body

now, in the awaken state
i feel her as a pressure in my chest
my body is shaken
but not my will broken
and although i have met her so many lifetimes she still is able to grab me in the depth of my essence
and destroy the illusion
of my built up armor
i feel something has changed
as i decide not to fight her anymore
i offer myself to her
willing to walk my path with her
hand in hand
as i am aware she will be by my side
no matter where i go
so i embrace her power
and transform it
into the fuel to transform myself

earnestly life

I got to start my life i can’t keep on wailing and waiting around
i got to start my life before there put my in that final hole in the ground
i got to see life with more than fears and tears
i got feel life with all that is there
i got to be in life and take my share
not thinking of waisting moments and time to things i do not wish to do
meeting people who never wish to have a clue
about the true face of life behind the masquerade of the white society
i see people numb themselves cause they can’t live with their sobriety
i see people lying to themselves scared of what is to come its always easier to look away and run
instead of doing the work and open up your mind and heart
towards all the corruption that is tearing us apart
“us” i don’t even know no more what it means
has it ever existed or was it just a lie like the rights of those called kings and queens

in the mist of the night
i am staring at a clouded sky
and feel like a fool
attached to the idea of loving
outside of these borders
that keep on pushing me
into an image of myself
which reflection i can’t catch in the mirror nor feel inside my inner truth
but still it is there
like a judgement from the skies
for being a man who longs to be unconditional in love
free from conventions
nor as a feeding of ego’s priorities
my heart starts hurting as i see
another shooting star
passing into the core of my dreams
and burning them with power
of self-identified judgment
for being a man
who wishes to be free
of being just a man

A blissful golden sky

Come and walk with me and let’s enjoy the silence after laughter

There were days i forgot to be your lover Although no woman made me feel
like snakes crumbling up my spine making me realize i love me beyond

the sun or trough the powerful wind of my own insecurities

Devil that i know life could be such a sweet thang

our being together was just like the flow of water on a harvest moon
Now, I ride alone trough the night
since i don’t have you anymore

in another time
we were making love in the greens of june and it made me feel a revolution
in the core of my masculinity
from the depth inside my eternal self
to the outside of our material existence

the road of the lonely ones has began
where just a leap of cheap whiskey’s 70’s Rie is left dry and lost in a lonely world
where i can’t go to sleep
and Peter Pan stands at my window
at the morning sunrise
to shoot his arrow through my heart
thats no surprise

so during the night i shovel moonlight into my eyes and built new faith made of silk
thinking back of my friend the Forest
where the sunshine was still warm on love from above now, only the deep shadows of the blue mountain leave me in the dark

oh, lovely appearance of death
soon never comes
never comes back
Is there a chance to get well?
how i loved to dream and dreamed to love?

We won’t be home anymore
and the end will come and leave our shine at the shore faded till the saturday morning doze of the crows
I guess it’s time to say faretheewell
time to find your wings
and leave for good

one last time i think about how you make me weak at the knees before you said goodbye

when the wind blows over the humbling trees i hear their crawling whisper
telling stories of the old world
where the spirits were not yet defeated

in a language long forgotten and i close my eyes and listen listen with my whole being not my ears only

and within the mist of my own darkness i am thrown back in time
i open my senses again
and stand between the same trees

now; younglings spreading their roots deeper every day connecting to an old truth where in essence

every thing is one
breaking apart just to become one again

i lie on the ground with open hair
and my hair grows deep
into the earth
connecting with the roots of the trees until their branches further grow over me and my human form is lost under

the beautiful dark green moss fluorescent in the sunlight of dawn

I lie there with the trees
until i forget about my own existence until the time passes by
and humans once again kill
the spirit

I still am laying there
now forgotten
till my future present self remembers to renew the eternal cycle

destruction
The answer lies here in the present moment.

I choose to love, I choose to live.
Without further questioning, I will break the cycle of suffering.

It is in this moment.

Burglary.
No new beginning.

Complete destruction of what was there. Complete revolution in our thought structure. Detached from the circle of suffering.

A way
of the love without passion.

Full of devotion, I’ll start now with a decision.

when it’s time to go

because you were trying too hard

but not have been heard

in the binary world it is rather

show me what you got

and not who you are

a fall into distance in their thoughts

the fear and scream

‘and you don’t even know you hurt me’

hurt how?

keep those teardrops from falling

because they are based upon lies

deceived by the wish of ‘now i’m happy’

and the idea of what’s love

illusionary imagery construct

some think she was lucky

a girl like her

i guess they  couldn’t hear her agony so

loud, loud, loud

changing into attachment of what you wish to keep

closing the heart for what you are

sundried flesh

a thought in the universe like a passing train

love is not love

when it is bound to western ways

the real sugar is not white

another thought in my heatstroked fantasy

summertime

righteously waiting for rain

dancin’ wizard

till it falls on me

hold onto

You’re right, I’m holding on.

I’m holding on to life I hold on to thoughts.

The idea of letting go. The idea of holding on.

I turn in the circle of thoughts and measure them give them

so much power and strength
I think they give me support and Essence.

Otherwise I think I’ll dissolve.

to love

rather love life and end in blows like the wind without shadow without beginning or goal rather live love

than living in the shards
of the past
and not being able to feel one’s
own dying
rather waking up in misery
than sleeping trough life
without dreams
or spaces in between
to realize one’s true self
only by passing by in the shadows of others who tried to rob the soul of the world
but didn’t want to pay the full price
now; their inheritance scratches on our skin like mites born into dust
but i reject their legacy
and decide i’d rather live in love
see in love and die in love