We didn´t have it We longed for it When we had it We didn´t utilize it Then we lost it We cry for it

This very poem, I´m writing just now It´s still good This is the moment of the birth When I’m old and demented I´ll ask: Who wrote it?...

Sometimes days drag Gloomy winter days sleet and murk You wish it went faster You wish they were gone But wait! This is the life These...

You wake up early The whole family asleep Not many cars on the road The sun´s rising Nature´s waking up You listen to Schopenhauer What a...

For every beautiful girl There must be one ugly For every 10 babies born 10 oldsters have to die After every day´s work There must be a...

Hey, bro What do you say to my poems   Hey, bro  shame you´re dead   Hey, bro I´d like to have a word with you   Hey, bro Poems just a...

Call it as you will You might even call it a therapy But this early morning quiet sessions Me and the comp and the silence and the Moon...

We didn´t have it We longed for it When we had it We didn´t utilize it Then we lost it We cry for it

Less is more Don´t add that extra word Don´t add that extra note Don´t add that extra stroke Don´t add that extra minute Subtract rather...

Good morning, Sun I love you You are beautiful Good morning, Sun we rise we set together Good morning, Sun You burning, bursting,...

Morning ride on a country lane The road is drowned in the yellow of rape I float forward The strong odour itching my nose Morning light...

A net caster am I And fisherman I´ve been making these nets for years I come to the lake I cast Withdraw Empty Again I´m lean and lank...

Summer evening Me in undies On a bed In a cottage house With a book in my hand Nature breathing the hot day off Can hear the telly...

Some people say I´m boring I don´t understand Maybe they expected me to fill their intellectual and spiritual emptiness Maybe they wanted...

The old circus performs every night Half the stock have died out Half the staff have run away The old circus performs every night Same...

The thought often comes at night Remember it Remember it I wake up, it´s gone How have the butterflies flown away? I don´t know But...

I beat the wall and the wall beats me I can´t get through I paint onto the walls And the walls fall on me I left all my pictures at home...

That´s our destiny To impose shape Into substance For whatever kind of art it is A drawing A poem A photograph A ceramic piece A thought...

The feeling of absolute happiness When you are light And flying The feeling of absolute troublessness You realize that you are mortal...