zwei poems

The heat is gone

The heat is gone.

Night has fallen.

Dark clouds refresh.

The light leaves the window.

Between white walls of a yard,

Bats dance the radar dance.

Soon as you think they’ re gone.

One comes back. Always the same maybe.

Picking the mosquito’s before my face.

No blood of yours for them.

In alliance I leave the light on.

Thinking while absorbing time and place.

The brain is a dark place…

But a lot of light is being transported.

There’s no such thing as a bat in your head…

A bat that picks away parasite taught.

You are your own bat inside.




New couple

New couple. Often it goes like this.

They find a lot in common.

A lot to blame their ex-es

They think their trust was misused.

Struggle with the lust for change inside.

Wondering whether to enjoy the lust of new lives.

Rediscovering to be glad.

They stop holding having something

Against the ones who cheated on them.

Experiencing the newly found joy THEY

Must have feld.

But the new love story often ends…

As the old one…

And insults and hurt replace tenderness again.



everybody has a name

My name is combination.  I combine.  The innocent aspirations of youth,

with the illusions and desillusions of reality, of groing up,

with the hopes for new illusions to believe in,

with the fate that we evolve to the real lessons, to the real feeling,

to the best act in real art's NOW

                            I combine.  The pains and joies of the past,

with understanding the present ones

with the aspirations of tomorrow

with all the energy deep inside me

                            I combine.  The political theories

with the working conditions,

with te real emotional world of daily people,

with wanting to change things

                            I combine.  The news on war, poverty, famine,

with all kind of wealth disseases,

with all kinds of unhappiness that reigns,

with breaking the solitude of the individual

                            I combine.  The living and the dead,

with the longing for fullfilment

with wanting to recognise , who in fact I am,

with observing all kinds of forgotten energies

                            I combine.  Friendship and Love and Lust

with satisfaction and negative emotions,

with solutions and new problems,

with rest and unease

                            I combine, I combine, I combine.

I cannot do otherwise, aldough I try, I always have to combine.

Because combination shall be my name untill it's no longer necessary...

and I'll become ...another  world ?   

                 _8888  OCTO   888


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When everything you wanted to write aout life, has been written.

When everything you wanted to speak about, has been said.

When you've experienced all about love and hate.

When you've tried everything to influence the battle for power.


Then you realise you've only touched the mechanisms,

even dough you added a lot of undiscovered things.

Then you feel that even only in trying, you changed things,

while the negative tensions kept on giving life to the positive.

Then, when absolute calm is restored, you hear your inner voice again.

What was and is IT (she-he?) always talking about ?

Then you start wondering, why did it made you feel heavenly,

why did in some periods, it made you confuse ?


Could it be that matter and mechanisms are one thing

and the energy that makes that energy travel ...an other ?

Could it be that matter or mechanisms also can make sick

and do so because the original real strength must recover ?

Could it be that real strength is always beiing challenged

and must descend in to where the changement is due to come from ?


Oh purest voice of sensitivity

let your part of  wind blow, your part of matter glow,

your part of the water rise, your part of light inspire,

so I'll know what to write in a new way;

because the sky, aswell as other matter, is full of hidden energy

Oh dearest desteny, show me the narow pad

between rationality and the inner voices of intuition,

show me which seeds where to plant

so I and we can act more then as one

because thruth otherwise causes to much suffering.


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