Not Yours

You know it/
Everything must end/
It's true/
But the powerful cling to their shit/
Claiming that it's your shit too/
So that you will protect it/
You may get a bit/
But never enough/
And even if - never from that stuff/

A tiny bit of endless power/
The powerful would chase it forever/
If they could, up the lonely golden tower/
They reach the top, but they stop never/

Just so they don't have to ask for directions/
But to command them/
To force the will of their tiny errections/
Upon those who are the same/
Just not there yet/

Never obey!

Those who are full of power/
Have no room for you to stay/
Or their self, till their last hour/
That tooks away everything and all/

You may stall/
But only the dead never change/
Or so it seems/
It's all so strange/

Perhaps they have dreams/
About things that matter/
And some of them wish/
That they had lived their life better/
With themselves/
There's lotsa dust on empty shelves/
And a loved one's wisper in a decaying heart/

No shit!

That fleeing time with the ones you love/
You'll never catch up with/
But it feels like a gift from above/
Above the means of mean man/
Crab that while you can/

You'll have to leave/
Of what you can't get enough/
But the real stuff will retrieve/
You/
In time/
With love.

Flowers Under Grey Light

Wild corn field in Vienna under a cloudy sky

Shadow Corn

"Ströck"-Shop, Vienna

Crow Flight

Rook under a december sky/Saatkrähe am Dezemberhimmel

Whoever

I can see/
Whoever lies to me/
Whoever hides their respect/
Behind an noisy act/
Have the same fear and pain/
In voice, in eyes/
May they carry a different name/
May they reach a different size/

Everybody lies/

When truth becomes unbearable/
Pain bigger than fear/
Anger unstoppable/

And even when there's nothing else to hear/
But angst, screaming low/
Through the bigliest mouth, its infamy/
You still can feel the same flow/
Don't be fooled by the waves you see/

Step into that river/
Get the same shiver/

You know/
The water won't be lost/
Goes and comes around in this eternal show/
So what you might fear the most/
The loss/
Was never yours/
We toss/
The woes of a shared world/

And as soon as they are hurled/
They're about to come back/
To the same places and faces/
The language that hazes/
To people who can't pay the check/
Of wisdom/
That they own themselves/

Let's give them some credit.

Furchtschuld

Wer andere fürchten muss/
Weil wieder andere es so lehren/
Kommt bald zu dem falschen Schluss/
Er müsse sich über jene beschweren/
In denen er eigene Furcht erkannt/
Und nicht über jene/
Die es erst zur Furcht ernannt/
Hatten, mit Gegähne/
Und mit Lug und Trug.