Poems

Poem

A star for all time

We usually specify,

which can provide guidance for us.

There you can see something

and has to digest what he has seen afterwards.

It condenses our sense in the process.

We have not been able to avoid it,

to say that we have heard a happiness in the process.

Oh, there are such gifts.

That's all in it.

But the many times,

to which people argue with each other,

have also brought a salary.

There is darkness in the night

and of the day bright.

What brings us a fulfillment from it,

we always make a firm commitment.

That's something you rely on.

But it's also something you struggle for.

Poem

Reflection

Finiteness would be a power,

which provides people with a conditionality.

So he soon owned everything, but that alone only for a short time.

That is why he leads a lawsuit

against fate, without question. 

But isn't that what happened to all of us?

All people are anxious.

It is so dull, that one life.

Hardly anyone can forgive themselves for that.

There is hardly anyone who has something better than this.

We don't enjoy it.

Yes, because the sun can hardly shine every day, 

we must learn to deal with it fairly.

Meanwhile, the fact is that such winds continue to blow,

many days pass, 

Worlds disappear and worlds emerge.

It all continues with us. 

Meanwhile, life goes on.

Everyone is still happy and cheerful at first.

But then, after a vain exuberance,

After a surplus of forces and juices

We have seldom been comfortable. 

The embers go out in us

and it is directly followed by a decline.

One would like to recover from it.

Everything seems to be finite there. 

We remained there with serious and depressed faces,

Seeking shade, rest and love

and become grayer, year after year.

Everything seems so strange. 

Poem

The finite

Existence is so mellow.

I crawled into the darkness of the night.

It is filled with loose finitude.

When will the time finally come for me to get up,

and no longer sink?

Poem

Primal Trust

Priority one in life is to forgive your enemies.

Only then, when something like that has happened, do you feel who you actually are.

One preparation for life is to forgive your enemies.

The great enemy within shall take care of you first.

To the same extent that he seduces you, he is controlled by you.

One day you will look for that peace which you also have to strive for.

If you then control yourself like this, you will once again be happy.

So you have finally achieved that your existence resembles you again.

Stir yourself, that is my word, on which a blessing drives you around.

Persist here, in this place, and no longer be foolish.

In this way, all that you are will also become you.

There you can finally reach a good fairway.

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Ailments

Apt words should be the words, 

but apt has not been much for me.  

What I have received is beyond question.

Some people have criticized some of it. 

Some people didn't get much out of it. 

That's when people started coming at me. 

My life has been sullied.

At the same time, I once meant well with them. 

United there are the voices of the people to be heard,

but they gave me nothing.  

That's when I talked about it, 

what I was thinking. 

Whatever has been true, 

that's what I heard. 

This is what happened... 

It is true by itself. 

That's enough. 

This is to be used. 

Poem

Posture

What am I spinning?

Which of these will be true?

My body is covered with scratches. 

I am in pain. 

That's where life draws me. 

I didn't blame anyone for that.

That didn't do me any good at all. 

I pull my hands towards me. 

I keep my plow straight. 

To fail in life would be a shame.