8 02 2018

Below the thunders of the peaceless mind,

Deep in the abyss, speechless and devoid of light,

Away from reason, undisturbed by thought,

There sleeps the Kraken of my troubled heart.


Unnumbered hordes of thoughts, so fair and neat

Pass by its silent numbness, shadowlike.

The faintest glimpse of Common Sense collides

Upon its deafening quietness and rhythm.


There have they lain and there shall they remain:

The never spoken truths between the lines,

Ink blotches of Irrelevance in my white lies.

Crushed over the threshold of my beautiful mind.



1 02 2018

Like this weightless scent of cold and fir

Seeping through the closed doors on Christmas Eve.

Like a stubborn streak of water,

Leaking from beyond a damm.

So untimely,


Unthinkable –


Oh Lord! Shouldn´t I


Wear my cloak of despicable naivete,

of deliberate unseeing,

seeing past the obvious? –

Seeing past the scents,

the sense,

the essense?

I should, indeed.




27 11 2017

Take it out, this human heart! –

Acid running through the veins,

Word by word, each slamming hard –

Soar and puzzled, it beats in vain.


Turn them off, these grips of pain.

Prey to nauseating reason.

Shush you heart and use your brain.

Peace and comfort? No one needs them.


20 11 2017

Waltzing on the weightless ice,

Racing rage of rumbling reason:

Shingles sharp and thought concise,

Hazy thirst that can´t be seasoned.


Fever of the restless mind,

Wild, unchained, it raids ashore,

Whilst this quiet child inside

`s seeking for an exit door.


Singing gospels, see! – she flees:

Joyfully escapes her prison,

Blissful smile across her lips,

Barefoot, numb, yet finally peaceful.


Tertius… scriptat – Aus der Naivitätensammlung

29 05 2017

Duobus litigantibus, tertius gaudet scriptat

The world goes round, we come and pass.

The grain of states runs up – and dies.

The first today – will kiss the dust.

Tomorrow’s truths – tomorrow’s lies…


Old idols fall – new ones rise high.

Saint Justice rules – yet can be bribed.

The two will never stop their fight –

The Third will watch. And will describe.


Futility, merry-go-round… – Aus der Naivitätensammlung

25 05 2017

Futility, merry-go-round,

Captivity of my days.

The price of the soul to pay

For all of the roads unfound.


For all of the doors unopened,

All of the problems unsolved

And those whom I never loved,

For promises ever broken.


The pendulum, heart inspiring

For heights I will ever achieve,

For those whom I’ll never leave –

Futility purifying!


If I were gone…

23 08 2015

If I were gone one chilly morning,

The coroner would find inside

Veins drenched in art, my brain unplugged

And butterflies instead of heart.