More and more colours join the flag
until the whole spectrum shines like a sun
a beacon
on the troubled journey

It's just a flag
nonviolent communication
in the wind
a silent look

The pole a magic wand
a seeress, beacon
of patience
made of the right stuff

Oak and elder, willow, fig and fir
the trees of Mother Earth
beech and birch, cedar, cypress
so many more than elm and ash

A healing staff
with a robe to wear
in the colours of our soul
all colours of light

It is code language,

cipher: Zjellwe zjoh zjouvezj?


Shall we go to bed?

A girl in the camp

is forced to sing every night --


In her heart she cries.

The magic sword can't

be pulled free by focusing --


on the mossy stone.

A downpour, open

the door, then we all watch it --


not saying a word.

Sometimes I hear bells

ringing, high in the blue sky --


blue aerial bells.

Boys thinking to be

a good lover, sink their claws --


into the girl's soul.

How healthy are you

when you function very well --


in society?

Beware, he kisses

beside my cheek nowadays --


as if I am air.

It did not happen,

you cannot remember that!


I was not like that!

Come on, wave your love,

overflow me with your tide --


Don't ebb off from me.

The Friesian horses,

stepping in black cloths with hoods --


and snorting with life.

What a strange office!

Still, it turned out that I stayed:


I got used to it.

It is a full moon,

music sounds from the café --


I'm not one of them.

Our beautiful life, preserved
against the cold that may return:

cans with beans, old newspapers
worn out clothes, jars of jam
up to the ceiling
the hard land, and the hard way
of the great leaders, and the little ones
who fought for their own advantage
the heroes of steel, later torn
from their home and from the books

But we are still there, in our musty house
we still share - a beautiful life

Although you like me,

I'll be alone again, once --


you got to know me.

Life gives me a lot,

and I still have no idea --


who is the giver.

The songs of that time

were our world, the places where --


we saw each other.

There are boys, hunting

me to a detour, I'm tired --


It is getting dark.

I finally have

reached my ideal love, right now --


the loss can begin.

My mind has remained empty
no voice, no inspirations
nothing divine, just
what was already there
what I have found

I peeled, viewed
the persistent thoughts
with which I was raised
the many lies that bind me
to a false image of who I am

of us and the others
as strangers of each other
who I should fear and keep away
with their customs, interesting
perhaps, but uncomfortable

Empty, I let the scents
flow through me
I can't hold them
only experience them, I live
what lives

Strangers are safer,

to them I can openly --


tell all my worries.

Love is a moon, it

changes from day to day, there's --


increase, there's decrease.

The student is curious
he cuts in the deceased
according to the surgical guide
as the master he wants to be

Bodies are interesting
to discover during the holidays
and later give explanations
to the other students, in passing

The farmers watch in silence
how man is an animal
a large species of frog
they don't care about science

Oh dear, fresh blood, give me hellstone
quick, take the bottle from your bag
to disinfect the wound, burn it
away to a large black hole

The district doctor shakes his head
how could mister student think
he would have money
for something so precious as silver!

Left and right, voters

all are unfortunately --


against welfare cuts.

Grandpa is bony,

his mouth speaks clearly, even --


though he says nothing.

There are still places,

as usual, in the seats --


next to the bosses.

My body welcomes

many guests, it is a home --


for thoughts and feelings.

None of those present

gets ever interrupted --


when they're all talking.

Shoot me, shoot me
shoot me to heaven
up in the oak, everyone
barefoot on the family bed
.....Come join us, here you are free!

We don't have to believe in anything
except in each other, the singer too
is loose, he laughs at his amulet
and waves to the old man:
.....Come join us, here you are free!

The greybeard sees everything
with twinkling eyes in his long beard
full of bushes of moss in which
the wren whistles:
.....Come join us, here you are free!

Come in the Crown
take off your shoes and socks
together on the family bed
a warm blanket to each other
.....Come join us, here you are free!

Our unconscious mind

is very dark, so we dream --


of the dawn of day.

In the gold corner

of our room it is, the black --


in-depth Holiness.

I left her behind,

'See you tomorrow', I thought --


it would be okay.

I watched secretly,

my grandpa was dead, he screamed:


three gold teeth pulled out.

Money no object?

Ah! That is a confession!


You're an enemy!

Springtime in my blood,

I want to do a whole lot --


that really can't wait.

I drink the passion

of his body, of his love --


always thirsty love.

Heaven allures us,

a scent of higher honey --


draws us to full height.

The music of Bach

is grief comforting people --


with touching beauty.

Time is different:

not eternal, it follows --


itself by itself.

In between the ships

I'm swimming over to you:


your side becomes mine.

For half an hour already
Mimi is purring in my lap

on the toilet
where I am stroking her
because of the lightning

No fear for her
I am a good person
I know that myself

my side is the right side
of the line under the door
the blue light

of the bolts
and the rumbling thunder
the sword of Michael

that separates evil
from good in a time
we all know

as our own time

He admires my shoes,

unaware of the beauty --


of my tempting toes.

Cruel potentates

establish 'peace', simply by --


creating wastelands.

They look at me, what

did I say?, I thought I heard --


someone else speaking.

We wanted to say

so much, we told everything --


with our eyes only.

He's lying there weird,

his body is not sleeping --


it is left behind.

After the departure of the Romans
we were our own bosses again
at war with each other

The sergeants took over
first the peripheral areas
then the middle land

Only behind the mountains
the residents still resist
longing for a king of their own

as once
his sword shone
his sword shines

immovably stuck
in the eyes of the people
dreaming of a peaceful life

a passed-on promise, for once
but unfortunately
the sword has disappeared

The poet dreams romantic
of unearthly beautiful women
and he mocks the ordinary people

He's bluffing he will reveal
the women's secret
their fondest heart's desire

In the end he promises
loyalty to an old woman
whose words laugh at him

"Women want to be the boss
of their husband and their lover
not allow them a life of their own"

like in the land of Meagrebeast
where this truth is lied
by women who are jealous

and who defend their husbands
so they don't have to go to bed
with their wrong

My world doesn't have to be bigger
than as far as my eyes reach
yet they see a new horizon
when I look around over there

.....Give me your hand, wait
.....a while with going and come
.....with me, together
.....we can be at home

I will always stand still
on street corners
looking where the sun is
where the clouds go

.....Take off your jacket, your fear
.....be happy here
.....take a bath
.....I'll give you a massage

Indefinite scents
blow over the beach
my feet push
bow waves in the sand