Cyclists American football players Sprinters Swimmers Ice hockey players Canoeists Kayakists Down-hill skiers Cross-country skiers Shot-putters Speed-skaters Jong jumpers High jumpers Hurdle-runners Javelin throwers Weight-lifters Snowboarders Track and field runners Marathon runners Race walkers Relay runners Biathlonists Triathlonists Pentathlonists Decathlonists Discus throwers Pole vault jumpers Triple jumpers Gymnasts Figure skaters Wrestlers Martial artists Basketball p

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

83 elephants will be killed To feed the hungry Namibians There´s been an awful drought Last month Namibia´s used up 84% of food reserves 30 rhinos 60 buffalos 150 antelopes 100 wildebeest 300 zebras Will go with them ´Mommy, why do they want to kill us? ´ Asked the little elephant ´Don´t worry, son, they won´t kill the young ones. ´

The verses The voice The music I was 19 Pure as a baby Standing by the window And it was sunny Always sunny That´s, at least, what I remember 30 years later, the magic’s still working It´s still there If it weren´t it wouldn´t work now What divine music!

You grieve you haven´t made it But does it really matter? Maybe you want to be rich and laze around in abundance Have a look at the rich Aren´t they poor devils? You complain all is boring Look in the mirror and see the boring man You´ve taken a good care about your exterior Never occurred to you there might be some interior You suffer from your deficiency Maybe it´s not too late Fling with the ego Fling with your smartphone too Grab a book Proper book Start reading NOW

Then and now Different Yet, the same Hallo, Mr. Young The only thing you used to want was to write poems forever There were good and bad days And now? You should thank Gods Going on along the way losing dreams losing illusions losing stratum corneum Bit by bit How many more years? Yet Something stays Something unattached Some gentle joy A self-propelling wheel still spinning still spinning

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