I am my World

I am the home

where i can live

when i have nowhere to go

I am the boat

that will come along

when i can't swim anymore

I am the light

which will chase

the blooming shade

I am the book

in which i read

for a lifetime

I am the silence

when the noise around me

becomes unbearable

I am the time

while the world is rushing

in and out

I am my trust

firm as a rock

in the flowing movement of the surge

I am the question

to wich nobody

knows the answer

Ocean

I spilled my thoughts and then my soul
on the ocean today.
Drowned every doubt and every false as long in it's waves
until my mind remained a pure white sheet.


No more useless attempts of stacking marbles
the deep sea swallowed them all down.
Light is blooming inside me now
spreading it's wings of freedom wide.


Taking a deep breath of clear salty air
gives my desire a path.
Far across this ocean i know now
i will find my world, my heart, my life.

Garden Fairytale

As i was wandering light hearted
through the garden in the shimmering moonlight
my soul touched by the sound of breathing nature
and filled by random thoughts
i wondered how happy i am.

Here where everything feels light
i have met you my friend.
Amongst all those beautiful, bewitching flowers
glowing under the stary skies
you are the most charming one.

In all those years on earth
we didnt know about each other
but since i've found you at this part of heaven
i know it will be you, who i can turn to
whenever the world seems to fall apart.

My heart fills with melodies of sweetness
amazed about the light you bring,
the support you give to me.
You are a garden fairytale
a blooming myth, which became reality.

Running out of answers

running out of answers
sudden loss
wish it would stop hammering
stop banging against the instable walls of mind

confusion takes over every thought
tearsfilled eyes
wish there would be a solution
would be a more easy way out of the maze

preaching to the converted
open cover
wish the storm would pass by
just to give way to a warm and soft summerbreeze

running out of answers
path finder
wish it will be a comfortable road
for a wee bit of rest...

The Fallen Pride Of The Sea

in former times, long long ago
a noble ship soars the seven seas
a frigate called The Pride of the Sea,
so majestic so imperial,
the world has not seen before
square-rigged on all three masts
fully amoured on every gun deck
nimble, speedy and maneuverable
the most powerful vessel afloat

a bunch of hard-bitten fellas
spunky, tough and proud
with weather-beaten faces
marked by a life married with the sea
serves the cruiser as it's crew
the helmsman, an able seaman
stands behind the steer
he sails the ship on a close reach
his eyes search the horizon

lithe as a swan the frigate
glides through the water
in grace it files it's orbit
gathers way with royal dignity
far in the distant skyline
a little white cloud, just like a dunst
seems to appear from nowhere
within a few minutes the skies darken
and the wind freshes up

whitecapped waves turn
into small walls then into hills and
finally into giant mountains
the ship falls victim to the whims of nature
to the rage of the elements
like a ball bouncing on a play field
it hits on the sharpedged waters
drifting and spinning,
jammed between the storm and the sea

a small moment of silence
the ocean appears to pipe down
man and beast draw a long breath
a ray of hope arouse the mind
"we shall overcome"
like a sudden emblazed torch
a glaring sun lights the scenery
then the illusion disolves
with a deep roar the tempest returns

in former times, long long ago
a floatsom is washed ashore
a disrupted wooden plank,
almost weathered beyond recognition
bleached out by sun, wind and waves
in gently curved letters, eroded in colours
five words are revealed:
The Pride of the Sea

A Bit Of A Mess...

you should know where you want to go
or you will never get there
break out of the hopeless jumble
even if you stuck deeply in the chaos
to feel alive ...life must hurt at times
loop up the ashes of the heartless

gathering all strength in one soul
precious thoughts of predictable miracles
wishes becoming a universal truth
tearing the vunerable heart into pieces
no sense in denying furthermore
the longing to reach somewhere...home

but the search is going on, pushing us forward
the road we are walking on is beautiful
but still steeply inclined and stony
it's just a slice of a part of the journey
unknown questions lunge at me...
turn out the light i don't want to listen yet

The Symphony of Light and Thunder

Glaring and lumicently she is flitting the dark skies

Feetingly sending jagged messages of pure energy

She is writing poems built out of gleam

On the edge of the mount up clouds in a second cycle

Then she stops, listening to the approximating roars

As usual he is following her, never leaves her alone

Engrossed in jealousy he tries to catch her with his thundering arms

Hurling his berserk noise towards her

Twinkle-toed she dances around him, escaping nimbly his grip

Touches him slightly with flashy fingers

Her circles picks up pace in speedy pirouettes of illumiation

A crescendo of light is passing his grim face

The moment he thinks he holds her in his arms finally

He remains alone in the shades of darkness,

Rejected and left behind in craving and aspiration

A sore sound of grief fills the air for some time, then he sets forth...

Gaping Spaces

Gaping Spaces


the heart goes cold
once it has beaten to the rythm
of the falling raindrops you love so much
whatever walks in it now
will walk alone


downcast eyes sinking in deepest night

failing to focus on anything

what remains in front of them

the desire for constancy

is beyond all comprehension

silently the senses abandon all defences

the light fades away

leaving a trace of lonliness behind

the sound of a door snapped in

your absence forms gaping spaces

Awakenings..or the long way to a cup of coffee!

...from far far away this voice approaches my sleepy mind, in waves it flows, touches my ear, attempts to gain my attention. i turn around slowly, numb, failing in the effort to catch a glimpse of the source where the disturbance comes from. to open my eyes wide seems impossible, sleep holds me still in its clasp.

for a few moments i am walking along the thin line between the universes, its a magical place and i would like to stay here, but then, in a second, without mercy the haze is lifting. catapult from the soothing dawn into the splendid light the thoughts become clear and the obscure voice turns its murmering into words and complete sentences... i can't avoid it any longer...i am bursting into the new day.

automatically the hand reaches out to hammer the switch-off -button of the clock radio..it is 6.10 AM..i again note to myself as i did so many times before: if u dont want to wake up by recieving bad news, traffic messages or weather forecasts, set the alarm to some other time.. sublimally knowing my days will continue starting with the irritating voices, penetrating my mind, i smile silently.

one last minute of starring at the ceiling above, then my thoughts focussing on one idea,
forming one single word, the expression of all what is important in early morning hours,
the meaning for the essence which helps one to become a motivated part of the society again
the word which is the ulmative symbol for a new day's start:

Coffee!

Nightwalker

NIGHTWALKER

lost in their own silent rythm

the waves singing their dulcet song

in vermillion the sun slips behind the horizon

the day turns back back to where it came from

twilight crosses the scenery

before darkness falls

long hours of negotiations between me and the sea

in its indulgent drift

i see the reflections of my heart

in these moments of eternity

walking on a tide line, floating in a moonlit sky

far across the world

while the heart is one with the ocean

i only wished to become something beautiful

The Poet

The Poet

alphabets, words, lines, verses
gathering subatomic particles of language
to capture the very essence of life,
possessed by one deepest irrepressible desire
to fill out the all-purpose blanks of sheer existence...



a storm of thoughts keeps floating through the head
bangs on the walls of it's prison
yearning for release and salvation
then bursts out in pure energy
creating a garden of recorded impressions and feelings
but still leaving an empty space behind...



exposing the heart and soul once in a while,
a wandering mind is hard to control..
delving into the emotional abyss of being
it becomes time to let the world take part
in written light and darkness...

Never Broken

Never Broken



from my first day in this world
you have been there for me
whenever i run the risk of making the false step
you keep holding my hand, prevent me from struggling
at any time i am sheltered in your care

*******

whenever my universal beliefs are shattered to the core

and i doubt the world will go on

you are the secure island i will turn to

in ur warm comfort any sorrow disolves

rays of shiny light raise the dark curtain

*******

for you i will be a child always and forever

no matter how old i am growing

you will continue teaching me the wonders of life

knowing you won't lead me on false paths i am going to follow you

...this bond will never be broken

Sun Glaze

Sun Glaze

**

The morning has dawned upon its altar, blue skies lightning their faces,

darkness keeps decending, consigning shiny dew of innocence

and singing the rising sun into a splendid brightness...

*******

What can i do in such an hour, my thousand coloured world
except gathering this golden beauty into the wind's purse
and bring it home to enshrine the sanctuary into my heart in foreverness...

*******

Walking on a dream i find myself lost in the empire of the sun,

on the last perfect verse it's still the same old song

leading me astray the reality to a dreamers hideaway...

*******

Air shimmers in the heat, engulfs me into the haze of blurring silence

tuck me beneath the blue, beneath the gold, beneath world's secular chants

and my mind keeps sailing on an immortal ocean of charming grace...