service II – what I did on a single day ^^

November 29, 2006 at 7:56 pm (poem)

13.10.06 – a day full of… weird inspiration.

the dance

It’s all like a dance
an continous changing pattern
people fit together, pieces changes and break apart
even the world around the dancers is never the same
and it’s possible
for two matching pieces to fall because the ground
suddenly grew a barrier
a carrier, a law in a plastic bag
a sentence in a tome
as a sequence of disharmony
it’s only purpose to hurt one’s ears
and the two will break apart
crash to the ground
cut themselves an the floor
break the wings
and lie still
until the hatefull dance might pick them up again
and one day
the sun and moon might break
and god might come around
the angels might dance
the devil plays guitar
and the dance will be a farce
a comedy event
and when all the painfull laws will be gone
the archangel hands you a drink
offers you a hand
leads you along to the figure who fell along side you
and there will be another chance
to enjoy a dance
while eveything goes to hell with a cheer
and god enjoys a wodka.


great times

It’s all about a kick
all about the feeling of superiority
all about alcohol
not to different from the dance
execpt we dance this one
in dark clothes, boots and stealthy gear
hear one another through a commlink
and sneak about
climbing walls
running through alleys
enjoying the view from a roof
avoiding caretakers and passers by
even the police
and when we saw the new years eve early rockets rise
on the rooftop of our old school
we felt like gods among ants
because we saw them fifteen meters closer than anyone around
because we managed the obstacles
and months later
we ran from the angry occupant
and felt glorious
althogh we are nothing more
than petty criminals.


changing the subject
it feels like changing the ammo in your gun
like choosing another shirt
but is it not like lying to yourself
to the one you are talking to?
or is it some kind of angst
a self preservation instinct
a running away from the dragons of causality
the fear to spread your own wings
to abandon the dance and fly away
but even so
the things you are running from
will return
because they are inside you
and you can’t run away from yourself
you have to meet the dragon
glance at the fangs
feel it’s breath
and than you’ll see
it’s possible to use your wings
and outfly the dragon
with accpetnace on your lips
a sealed away secret
a accpeted emotion
and as the ammunition slides away
you are capaple to tell
and someone else
and either enjoy a dance
or leave the party
it adds up the same.


A difficult thing my friend
is to accept a very plain fact
other people are also people
wheter you hate or love them
while you watch them, they watch you
thinking for themselves
and it’s not only your path that matters
because they have their own
and you should not interfere
even if it hurts.

the only oises
a disharmony
in agony
a reappearing terror
a creeping voice
a neglected choice
somebody stop my mind
my imagination is mad
an asylum the world
a nurse no lines
the curse in thoughts
the cure far away
a wild craving to reach out
as if everything that’s out of joint
might focus again
might change back to something bearable
if there could be just one embrace.


how to overcome
the absence of words
it’s something obvious
you can’t stay forever
life itself is in the way
but glory be
someone ate the logic
spat upon the remains
and is munching the dessert right now
so to hell with it!
why fight?
Accept it as a part of yourself
and desire openly
and praise the saint
who’d probably deny any sanctiety.


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