Christmas spirit

Silent night,

Holly night.

Cristmas time, family time.

Or at least before our times,

when  it's only about presents and food.

Sleep in heavenly peace.

Eat in heavenly peace.


Silent night,

But not holly night,

nothing calm, nothing bright

as nobody cares how the trees are dying,

everywhere in the forests of the world

just to wrap up those toys,

which children will only use twice.


Silent night,

sweet sweet night,

suddenly, all is bright

but the light from the christmas tree,

doesn't let us see the stars.

Not even the moon shines on me.

Not even the moon shines on me.


Silent night,

winter night,

not as cold as before

because we've choosen to live our lifes

in the way that bussinesses want

thats why today there's no snow

climate change annoys instead.


Silent night,

too long night

you may wish, you may dream

that the Christmas spirit you talk about was real

but I will have to disappoint you now.

It is only found in the hearts

of those who don't have anything to give.


Silent night,

only one night

in which, we are kind.

Why does it seem so dificult to,

be kind to everybody at all times.

Do one good deed this Christmas.

Do one good deed this Christmas.

Waiting by the sea

The wind whispers my name,

a name not known to me.

It's silent song describes

who I'm supposed to be.


Forever patient I waited by the sea.

Forever lonely, forgotten by the sun.

And as the darkness of the night creeps around me,

away, away from me the stars run.


The wind whispers no more.

No more I know myself

Can't even remember,

who was my younger self.


Forever patient I waited by the sea.

Forever lonely, forgotten by the stars.

And as the cloudy day hurries past me

away, away, so far away the sun laughs.


Cold sand flows down my hands

as my soul flowed to the sea,

escaped from my body

and here left waiting me.


Forever patient I waited by the sea.

Forever lonely, forgotten by the light.

And as the darkness of the beach surrounds me

away, away all my hopes to come back fight.


Persausive waves hard try

with their voice of freedom

to take me with them

to their saltwater world.


Forever patient I waited by the sea.

Forever lonely, forgotten by the world.

And as my own darkness from light hides me

my soul won't find me.

I am lost.

Different coloured worlds

How is it possible

for somebody to live

in a rainbow coloured world

and see grey

and for someone different

to live in grey

but keep the hope to see the rainbow?

Finding happiness

How can it be that we care so little,

about something as crucial as our dreams?

How can we give them up so easily

and live someoneelse's life in sadness?

How can it be so difficult to be

ourselves, but not to be somebody else?

Why hide from our happiness in shadows,

run to the happiness of someone else

and when finally we reach it try again

with different happiness of someone else

and never find our own happiness

which is the only one that makes us happy?

Life doesn't make sense!

Time

Time.

Time.

T-I-M-E.

Such a simple 4-letter word.

And yet, such a complicated meaning.

Time.

So seemingly real,

so really false.

Just an ilusion.

And yet we allow this ilusion

to control all our lives

and to leave us living in fear

of not having enough of it.

Time,

why do you haunt me at nights

and get lost during the day?

Time,

why is it so difficult

to see you as what you really are?

Time.

Time.

T-I-M-E.

Just leave me alone.

Looking at each other

You looked at me.

You looked at me

and smiled.

Then you looked away,

 and kept smiling.

I saw you looking at me

from the corner of my eyes.

I turned around

and looked at you.

I really looked at you.

And when you realised

I was looking at you,

you stopped smiling.

Start now!

What are you waiting for?

Do you think the world will

wait for you as it spins?

In that case I'm sorry

to disappoint you:

It won't!

So if you really want to make your dreams come true

Start now!

Life

Wouldn't life be so much sweater

if it was posible

to make a living

by being alive?

What are you so stressed about?

Tell me,

what are you so stressed about?


Is it really that important

to waste any single minute

thinking about this constant

worry?


Tell me,

What are you so stressed about?


Is it really necesary

to remember your worries

instead of letting thoughts vary

to joy?


Tell me,

what are you so stressed about?


Wouldn't you feel so much better

to just focus on whatever

and leave it until later,

much later?


Now tell me,

What are you still so stressed about?

Before our time

In days of long before our time

the world around us was just fine.

No huge holes opened in the sky

above the place where most birds fly.

The temperature was just right

not too low and not too hight.

The sea looked marvelous and blue

of thick, dark oil was yet no clue.

And life killed just to survive,

not only to feel more alive.

Those wonderful, magic days

long before human arrived

during which the earth not pays

for what we have done.

Failures

"Failures are bad!"

"Who told you that?

Failures are good

in the right mood.

When used to learn

Much you can earn.

And then next time

it'll be just fine!"

Looking at the mirrow

I stood up this morning at 6 a. m.

went straight to the mirrow and looked at me.

But as much as I looked I couldn't see

that person that I wanted to be.

And the day passed on, but then late at night

again I stood in front of it.

And as always I stood of time a bit

then went to bed and wondered as I sit

whether or not I was going to live

to live forever and ever like this

and whether or not my actual life is

the one, when I'm old, I'm going to miss.

Worried about living a life I hate

I decided before I went to bed

to achieve my goals before I am dead

and live as if life was about to end.

Now I know, things are about to change.

Slow down!

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

Now try to do

two things at once!

Faster, faster!

Faster, faster!

Always faster the world spins!

And watch out

Cause if you don't keep out

You'll be too slow.

But will you really be happy by being this fast?

Wouldn't it better to slow down

and start enjoying life right now?

Wake up

Wake up!

Stop dreaming!

Stand up right now!

Life is to precious

to just dream it away.

So stand up right now!

And stop dreaming!

Start living!

Wake up!

Make your dreams come true

Stop.

Just now.

Stop moving.

And stop thinking.

Stop and start breathing.

And listen to your heart.

Realise that you are alive

Because you are alive and still have time

To stand up right now and make your dreams come true.

Looking at nature

Look! There! Next to that huge green tree!

On the small flower sits a bee!

And on the flower next to it

two caterpillars sit and eat

And now look at the tree itself!

I wouln't belive it myself

if I was not able to hear

that bird sing so loud without fear.

And even when the sun goes down

I'm still looking amazed around

watching by the light of the stars.

Just watching.

Being me

Another day passed as they always do,

but without having all my dreams come true.

An opportunity might soon arise,

but I'll look at it petrified as ice.

And every day that passes I wonder,

why I'm so scared of the sound of thunder,

while for others it's music in their ears.

Whereas I might still need to face my fears.

How can you expect me to be like you,

and yet not do everything that you do?

I shouldn't be trying to reacreate

that live you loved, but I know I would hate.

I should try to be a bit more like me.

I know now, that's who I'm supposed to be.

Who am I?

Who am I?

Why am I here?

Why am I like this?

How did I get like this?

Was I supposed to be so?

How will I be in the future?

Will I end up like I want to be?

Could I ever be like I want to be?

Or am I just me?

Lost

Lost in the mystery of the forest.

Searching for the way out.

But wondering whether it was honest

to say that I'm not proud

to be here, lost in this forest.

And therefore, as I'm standing here, I shout

to who ever might just now be around:

"Go,

Go and leave me alone!

As I am on

the happiest paradise,

but doomed to search for hell

forever...

Don't join me in this madness!"

But as much as I scream and scream and shout,

most of you didn't, as it turned out,

didn't get my message in that forest.

And now we are searching for hell together...

Forever...

Midnight dream

In the middle of the night,
I wake up.
Crying.
One minute to midnight.
I can't remember
what I was dreaming.
But I remember
that it was great.
"Stars in the sky,
I know you've witnessed my dream,
make it come true!"
Thunder.
The sound of bell.
More thunder.
And more bells.
It's midnight
and I fall asleep again.
When I wake up
again
everything seems diferent
at first.
But,
again,
I realise that,
again,
I have dreamed with reality.

Dreaming

Sweet dreams of future adventures
If you know that
you will just depress me
By telling me how exciting my life could be,
Why do you keep poping up?
Bitter dreams of reality
If you know that
You will just make me happier
By telling me how exciting my life is
Why do you shyly avoid me.

Free as an eagle

"You are free as an eagle!"
you told me once
and I was happy to be it.
But now I'm confused.
Free as an eagle?
Are eagles free?
Why would you say something like that
to me?
Don't you know that eagles are not free?
Not free anymore?
Or do you know?
Are you trying to tell me
that I was free
once,
but now that I'm not
I'm still the symbol of freedom?
Or maybe I'm the one who's wrong
and eagles are fee again.
But I suppose I would know.
No,
eagles are not free anymore.
Not yet.

Looking at the sky

"Look at that cloud!" I said.
The exciment was clearly heard in my voice.
So round...
So white...
So beautiful...
But the answer I got was disappointing:
"It's a cloud like any other."
But I was sure it wasn't...
Or could it be posible
that I had never really looked at the sky
...before?

Changes

On a rainy summer day
I was wondering
what had turned the world around.
On a hot winter night
I stayed awake
walking up and down.
Sooner or later,
the world is going to change for us all.
But if you take your time
and understand the point of view of other
you'll be prepared.
And if you just don't mind
and act as if everything was normal
you will survive.

Call of nature

I got inspired for this little poem by Rockingham castle. I hope you enjoy!



They are calling me...
They are calling my name...
The bees...
The birds...
Even the trees and the flowers...
They all want me to be one of them...
And I want to be one of them, too.
But I was born to be human,
so that I could describe all the beaty.
I was born to be human,
to show it to other human who can not see it.
And to protect it from other humans
who don't want to see it.
Maybe they are scared of it...
maybe jealus.
Maybe,
maybe they were thought to hate it.
Or maybe,
maybe they do want to see it, too...
but they don't want to admit it...
not even to themselves.
How can I help somebody who doesn't want my help?
How can I make somebody see the world,
if he think he already does?
And when I know
they see it wrong?
I was born
to find the answer to these questions.
I was born to protect that, what I want to be a part of.
And maybe,
maybe if I succeed,
the bees...
the birds...
and even the trees and the flowers...
will take me as who I am, being the first human
to follow the call of nature.