It happens every year We forget fast The miracle´s happened I woke up this morning saw the sun coming up Birds heralding the spring´s begun The miracle´s happened We´ve survived the silly winter The miracle´s happened We´re gonna bathe in the warmth now The miracle´s happened

´You´re a loony´ my wife informed me OK, I am a loony after all, but pretty successful loony, I shall say Today I´ve read about a 40yo doctor axing his lover, because she sent an SMS to his wife Today I´ve read about 50yo lawyer committing a suicide, because he got entangled into something nasty I am neither a doctor nor solicitor I am a victorious loony

´I´m leaving the rats´ race´ read the note left behind A gun shot and then silence He was 32 Many fall for the trap For the glitter They wanna be important They wanna own a lot of crap Remember Socrates? Many fall for the trap They jump into the spinning wheel by themselves You should be happy with yourself Adjust yourself and environment accordingly Nothing else matters Fame and fortune weapons of mass destruction

Life´s just a bunch of days More or less better or worse Every day there´s some challenge One day you win Olympics Second, your wife puts divorce papers in front of you Every day´s a life in short You oughta be damn vigilant not to screw this one Because it´s gonna influence the next ones Any day can be the last What started promisingly Can stop at once Even the worshipped stars They have their own hells and crosses You just don’t see Every day is a gift You´ve bec

I went out I was feeling the cold I was feeling the sun I was hearing the birds I saw dirty sidewalk after the winter I saw the half-rotten leaves and grit I walked in the shade while wanting to be in the sun I came into a building Grabbed hold of a basket Put bananas there Bread, yogurt, cheese, eggs and coffee I paid I walked out I crossed the road to walk in the sun Hoping some clever ideas would occur But they didn´t occur didn´t try to force it Maybe they´ll arrive tomo

Listen to the building! Isn´t it alive? Listen! Can you hear the creaking? It´s breathing Can you hear the squeaking? It´s doing slow movements Calm down and concentrate! And me? A prey in someone´s stomach Why am I writing poems here?

Lying down in bed Realising you survived another day That´s a miracle All the possibilities and impossibilities Luck on your side That´s a miracle Your wife kissing you unconditionally Your kids returning from school That´s a miracle Your dog wagging its tail Your house still standing That´s a miracle Your brain, your muscles, your heart Your bones, your cock, yes, your cock All working as they should That´s a miracle Your parents still alive Self-sufficient That´s a miracle

You can´t approach them straight away Instead you should show disregard Take the long way round Don´t use shortcuts Or blab out what´s on your mind Don´t be boring Don´t be obvious Don´t be like millions Rather subtract then add Also, you shouldn´t fabricate the known Your ideas should be new Own Fresh

I passed a postwoman this morning It was early she already delivering I passed a postwoman this morning The roads were wet And my car had been cleaned I passed a postwoman this morning I had to avoid driving too close behind cars not to dirty my car I passed a postwoman this morning I also passed a traffic light and I had green And they moved a speed camera to the beginning of the village I passed a postwoman this morning There was slight drizzle But warmer than a couple of d

Wanna be famous? Wanna be rich? No, no, no, no, no We can´t allow that It´s for the chosen only Or the sharing ones Not you, silly! Not for you!

Grow a big heart and a big brain It´s strange how the heart and brain shrink When you chase money Money won´t last A thought is mightier than a buck And that is my relief Because the rulers are shrewd But not wise

If you create You have to create alone If you go out with your art It´s like going to a market They backbite and gossip your stuff Simply not that it´s bad But to get rid of you Van Gogh Bach Bukowski Kafka E.A.Poe Thoreau Darger Vermeer Keats Nick Drake Don´t give up Fame means nothing Go on creating Stay calm You haven´t been creating for the crowd anyway Crowd don´t understand art Go to your stool Start now Start again Future will tell

I don´t believe you can be a good writer at 20 What do you know about life? The stuff you´ve read That´s not life The stuff you´ve experienced so far That´s not life You must be older Much, much older to know something To write down the real stuff Not just some hardly-worked up nicely-sounding eye-exhausting yawn-bringing jerkings of ego

A blank page on your screen A blank canvas on the easel A guitar in your hands Summer morning new beginning new possibilities A baby being born Shiver going down your spine The creator´s paradise The God´s plan

There´s big wisdom in modesty Letting them go Letting the others overtake you Knowing there’s nothing there in the front (when you turn around they´re not the first, but the last) And maybe the finish line isn´t anywhere Maybe it´s inside of you

The ducks are standing by the sides of the road The male on the right-hand side The female on the left-hand side The male is staring at the field The female is staring at the male They are motionless, like statues I swoosh right between them wondering what the argument might have been about

You can´t live forever No, you can´t Think of it How long would you like to live for? 100 years? 200 years? 300 years? Have you seen the old J.D.R.? Would you like to scare children? Or would you like to look like a mummy? Forget it Don´t be childish You´ve got enough time To make something out of you Leaving something here Or just live Don´t waste your time Do you understand?

Prying in the past Just to know who you are Basically, most things you solved impulsively Haven´t given them much thought The life´s been interesting But whose hasn´t Sometimes a thing surfaces you´ve considered long past forgotten Being a poet you sometimes feel like Sherlock Holmes

Thank you, David Thank you, Eric Thank you, Mick Thank you, Michel Thank you, Ray Thank you, Elton Thank you, Tina Thank you, Wolfgang Thank you, Antonin Thank you, Joe Thank you, John Thank you, Jim Thank you, Mark Thank you, Robert Thank you, Roger Thank you, Stevie Thank you B.B. Thank you, Janis Thank you, Jimi Thank you, Freddy Thank you, Axl Thank you, Ozzy Without your music life would be nearly unbearable

They got rid of all the poets Big Brother did They couldn´t allow any free spirit But after some time They found That all the tamed stuff bored them So they planted new poets