i'm tall and tiny
thin and fat
also smart and stupid
In all i'm everything
Just what i don't want
But also a person
who is what she likes.
i am the road to walk on
the stones beneath your feet
and i'm pleased to carry you
my sweet , to keep you far from dirt
i am the air you breath in
the smell as a new born day
and i'm pleased i can fill
your lungs now, fresh and clear.
i am the sun who lightened
your environment
to prefend to hurt your feet
for you no harm or scratch.
What can i write to draw your attention?
must i write sweet?
or mean?
how can i show my love.
By kissing your moth?
or kicking your ass?
what can i do
so that you see me?
Must i yell?
or whisper?
call you sweet names?
or must i be mean?
i can't forget you
even if i want it
you are in my head
i wish i had no head.
What if we could speak all the same language. If we had all the same amount of brains the same pronunciation. That all the words had the same meening. There would never be made mistakes because we don't understood each other corectly. Even when we speak the language it goes easily wrong. Therefore it is easy when we all have the same education. The same childhood. The same chances and opportunities. I even think that wars and conflics shall reduce.
But what a boring world. All the same and all equal.
So i say not all the same. But who want to be the less?
i read today in the newspaper
that a young girl
jumpt for a train
she carried a letter
she was lonely
the policeman told this
with tears in his voice
he's still dreaming
from this girl while he is retyred
i feel some shame
i live my life
and never see
the other as a human
i see some forms
and quick i live
and never are those forms
a human form
but now i read
this small story her
i stopped and feel
some shame for how i live
but i also know
that after some time
i forgot to know
what i've now said
And all you people here
remember me to love you all
and stop for you so that i see
a human form which i can meet
and when we do that
all the same then
some of us shall then be saved
from forms of air and dangerous trains
i wish that i could love you
with a love you saw
a love that you could understand
not a love what take s but gives
i wish i could write a book
what people like to read
to stay up, written so clever
that sleep evaporate
i wish i could heal the people
inside their wounded soul
that i could use some words
to make them whole again
i wish i could understand you
even i'm not agreed with you at all
that i smilded because i understand you
and love you even more
i wish i could protect the younger
against themself and the world
to understand them how to live then
and grow old with a happy soul
i wish, i wish, i wish
its not enough for all
i stop with wishes
for now its weekend
and i wand to DO for what i wish for you
to night the wind was strong
and my form was shade
not strong enough to
held against this wind
at first i choose to fight
i hit the wind
shade against the wind
but i lost
and when i was exhausted
i give up this fight
i whisperd take me then
and let me flow
the wind take me up
and brought me high
i saw the world in shadow and in night
and i rested in its arms
and it told me the story of the world
what it saw and what it heared
on its journy around the world
always going, without rest
without soul it told me
that when it saw what people
caused that it was happy to be the wind
and not a human soul
it told me that occasionally
it cleared the world
by storm and rain
that all those parts begun unused
and i was glad i lost the fight
because i learned why wind excist
it clears my head and sometimes more
and i can start as new
i’m a shade
a nothing, but still I’m there
a shadow in the sky
a wind in the air
a nothing
but it’s a process
to get more
so now I’m from "spoke" to "shadow".
almost a solid form
maybe you can’t see me, but then its dark
but in the sun and light
i'm a SHADE
i stood there, surprised
there was a daffodil alone
but with a beauty more
then I can say
it stood there, proud and perfect
and I saw, the daffodil knows
that it was a pretty one
and there was no shame at all
it stringent his stem
and coloured the grass.
When i reach the highest ranks her, does that mean that i'm immortal? That my thoughts always excist even when im gone? And is that a blessing for you? Its nice for me, but for you? Does that means that it's good that we are mortals? Imagine that every thouht, good or bad, should excist as a kind of monument. Make that a better world where we in living?
And now its 2007. what could i have done with those 100 hours in 2006. Help people or help myself (with this site). i could make soup for the old or the home-less. Work for children who has nothing.
But i need also time to learn, to think, to visit sites like this. For entertainment, for joy, for all those useless things to empty my mind.
And then, maybe, i can help others.
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