Sherry Lips

Weak is the expensive sherry between your lips.
It burns in my mind.
Why don't we stop
To hurt?

Suffer is the line
That holds us closed.
Grateful for this
Will I give you my thin shoulder
To break it,
Again.

Suffer is the linkage
We see and hear
But don't understand.
Will never do.

I crawl through my time.
Your life is strange.
And I am a nurse
Crawling through
The shared minutes.

We share our bodies.
Should perform your fantasies;
You will answer on it with my.
Feel your touches,
Taste your sherry
And survive.



*Dependence in a relationship.

Underweight

Can't find the picture of you
In my heart.
My body is writing this song
With my hungry stomachs voice,
That isn't will to eat.

Feel the pain in the bath,
Lose my feet,
Land hard on my real
Emptiness.

I really want you.
I really need you
To feed me with your cold hate.
Want to feel your hurt
To understand my stomach.

Hope so to lose you and then die.
Will know the end,
Knowing now my live
That I can not change.



*I wrote this poem during my stay in Copenhagen when I reflected a (former) relatonship and ongoing hunger for more.

Golden Pillow

Breath on me and
Press air in me with your
Huge lung that shows me
Your richness.

Afraid of to breath self,
Weak by tiredness
Under your breast
Lose my breath
In your rich pillow.

You ask me to stay?
Why do you ask me
To die with you?
I don't know your life,
Just see your eyes,
Your old skin crinkling your brow.

Let me go!
I don't belong to this place
Between your
Breast
And this golden pillow.

To an Eight Years Boy

There are no dragons on earth.
They've never been.
No knights who died in the fire of love!

There are no princesses on earth.
They've never been.
No beautiful girls who wanted a hero to die!

There is not one love on earth.
It has never been.
You, boy, know love in every little bird and butterfly!

There is not only one life, you have.
It has never been
When you are older, boy,
Choose every day a new!

When you are older,
My beloved eight years boy,
Give away your restless love
To everything you'll meet.

Give your love to everything you'll meet
Like you do today.
There is no need to be a dying hero
If you just share your love.

There is one truth,
My Jimmie-boy.
Some are afraid of love.
This fear lets them try to escape.

There is one truth,
Jimmie.
They forget how to love.
They go blinder with every pill, they take
to prove their love.

When you grow older,
You lovely eight years boy.
Smile just to every new morning sun!

This will help you
To forgive,
That the fairy-tales your mother read once,
And the wishes your father had in you,
Let you cry in your songs
And let you mix up love and suffer.

Offering

You've lost your hands in war,
Cannot touch with
Your fingers
My softly curled hair
Anymore.

You've lost your legs in war,
Can not follow
My tracks in
The white sand
Under the sun.

You've lost your ears in war,
Can not hear
The birds
Singing about their
Love, anymore.

You've lost your tongue in war,
During asking for truth.
Wordless between the teeth,
But able to taste
The sweet smoke.

The wind will blow
White sand in your dark hair.
Decide to rest there!

Anybody will pass
And brush
The sticky sand aside.

Anybody will pass
And rescue
Your eyes from the sticky stones.

Anybody will let her heart
In fear
You could die.

Anybody will let her sung love
In fear
You could die.

Anybody needs to learn
That it was only your own heart
That kept you alive.

Merchandising

They think of you
Every second of the day.
Every heartbeat is for you,
Every word that passes their lips.

They send you their love.
Their beauty is adamantly.

They can not see
That every breath
They take
Is one, you gave away.

Unable to see,
That every lost breath
Demonstrates you
The beauty of
To die.


*Dedicated to an artist who died sadly.

Self-pity

Cannot find my words
I just call
and keep still.

I just call
to hear your voice,
to hear your news.

Your boy is happy,
that is what matters.
Your boy is happy,
so you are.

The mirror breaks in my ear.
The pain runs down into my soul.
The splints tell me my truth.

Why did we fail?

Didn't I hear your voice,
when you sang next to my ear?
Didn't I feel your heart,
bumping in front of me on your bike?
Didn't I see your blush,
when you grasped me around my waist?

Did I miss to look in your eyes and to read?
Did I miss to hold your hand and to feel?
Did I miss to listen to you and to understand?


I did.

Plea to a Friend

Let's scream together.
Press my hand,
That I can feel,
I am not alone,
This time.

Let's scream together
Loud
Louder, my friend.
LouXder.

Decided to lose my ear
tonight,
Decided to lose my voice
tonight,
Just scream on.

Hold my hand, my friend
And let me punch you.
Tense your muscles,
So it doesn't hurt.

If you need to cry,
I would cry with you.

If you need to cry,
I would know a reason.

En, to, tre ...

Late at night
I try to find my peace,
Try to lay down
And to close my eyes,
Which have seen enough
Today.

I try to find my peace,
Will press my left ear
Onto a blue pillow,
In hope to stop hearing
Today.

Late at night,
When the lights are gone,
I will fondle my soul,
My pale shining skin
That is missing you.

Late at night
I'll send you a thought.

Late at night
I get the wish

.

To fall asleep.

Familienbande

Vier Tickets liegen auf deinem echten Tisch
Die Bahn bringt euch heute nach München
Fleh dich still, nimm weg den Wisch
Kriege nur Gedanken sie-mich-dich zu lynchen.

Frage mich doch, was ich denke!
Frage mich doch, was ich fühl!
Schau, wie ich mich noch immer verrenke!
Hör, wie ich nachts das Bett verwühl.

Ich kenne die Vernunft
Aber lerne für die Weisheit
Acht einfach nicht auf deine Brunft
Unsere Liebe dem gemeinsamen Unglück geweiht.

Fahr mit ihr
Aber lass mich dich küssen
Vergiss ein gemeinsames Wir
Vergiss ein gemeinsames Müssen.

Meine Hand durchfährt dein Haar
Rotes Erschrecken in deinen Augen
Nein, nein, nein, wir sind kein Paar
Lass mich nur noch mal an deinen Lippen saugen.

Home

Look at my suppliant arms, my love.
Look at the old shoes I brought.
Look at the foreign coat,
Pockets with sand from a far away land.

Then, look into my eyes and read.
Please ask in our mutual tongue,
If I am really back.

You hesitate, my love?
So, I do read in your eyes,
and fail.

No Time to Love

Just have my mates here at home with me
'cause we need to talk about the enemy.
Girl don't come around today!
You would just stand in our way.

Will call you tomorrow my dear.
Days are awfully busy this year.
Let's see around the corner in the dark.
May join me when I'll start the spark.

Just have my mates here just to talk.
Later we will go on another walk.
Can not tell you what we plan.
The revolution has just newly began.

Write a song for us and sing!
Regather new friends to dance it as swing!
Tell them about our current fight!
Tell them they may join at tomorrow’s night.

Take their hands and lift them up!
Give the hungry one's a soup!
Will meet them at the mansions back-door.
Let's risk that we'll don't know where to go.

Recognize the struggle in their hearts!
Tell them that their freedom finally starts!
Look us standing as brothers and sisters!
Look us fighting like raging twisters!

Girl, don't have time for love this year.
Dear, don't leave about this fact any tear.
Do you feel my hands holding your neck?
Just fall back!
We are on the right track.



*My love to swingdance!

Four of us and I

It was a beery warm summer night.
Richie this is for you, what I write.
You don't know our good new home.
Just stay safely in your house, like in foam.

Guy, we took your beer barrel.
It wasn't John, neither Karl nor Carol.
Lifted through a small window.
We simply stood there in a row.

Richie, just sing your self-pitying songs and cry.
We laughed about you that night ... no lie.
Our sea played with us and the waves.
You just sit home and play with your safes.

Four of us and I took your barrel that night.
Just want to teach you in fun, without to fight.
Rich, look in our wetly smirking, happy faces.
Come on and accept our splashy embraces.

Holding back my will

Don't know you handsome, tall boy,
when you touched my knee.
Let's see for a tea
or would that already annoy?

Between anger and desire
I am for lust and intuition.
Want to ask my friend for permission
or is that just a new story of me as a liar?

Because your hand doesn't leave my,
My closed eyes need to ask you 'why',
but don't let me alone without your touch,
'cause you'd been right with your answer so much!

Your soul has kissed and touched me with tender,
but don't want to name it love.
Just want to thank you for your little shove.
So, I didn't keep the role of the cold defender.

It's easy and usual to kiss you.
My hands don't want to stop.
Would like to bring you to the top,
but decided to take flight, what is to me quite new.

Just gave you a kiss for goodbye.
Didn't see, I left you in the mood to cry?
Didn't write you any letter,
Please let me make it this time better?

Standing right behind you

Want to hide behind your shoulder so hard.
Would YOU please stand there and wait for me?
Memories are raving through my mind without any key,
without any rest, without any regard.

Need you tonight to take care.
May I lean on your back and just wait?
Would you please stay with me until it's late,
late enough that I don't have any tears more to share?

Don't know, what to feel tonight here in this dark room.
Don't know, what to ask or to tell first.
Don't can say, what feeling is worst.
Don't want to keep the superhero costume!

Please help me to understand that chaotic tears.
Please tell me, how to survive.
‘cause what I have, is not yet my real life.
It's just my race in between all the fears.

Here behind your shoulder I've got an idea, my love.
Here behind your shoulder, I got enough power to dream.
Will still have a need for a loud, loud scream!
But my life will probably make any more joy.

Anachronistic Girl

- alienated -

My eyes search big through the day for something, I want to know.
Late at night they close tiredly without new good.
I unlearned to smile, when I stroll through my homes wood.
Feel like an alien, now, where I once grew.

Times changed all around.
My mind learned to see.
Read the News.
But stumble with every step more.
Unable to say,
What my life was created for,
Finding out,
That with every day I more and more disagree.

Let me go back into the time of the thinker,
who started to construct the truth.
Let me escape into a time of no reality.
Want to start again in the time without any lied morality.
'Cause I've lost my belief in the current style of surreality.

What does it mean to be a human on this planet?
Does it mean to work every day hard for a warm meal?
Do we only get warm clothes
by killing a very young seal?
Do we really need to defend a warm place
by using a destroying grenade?

When did the thinkers start to fail their aims?
When did they start to manipulate?
Why could any God start to stipulate?
Why are humans just joining these games?

Let me go back in time,
so nobody would miss or remember.
Maybe the other truth lies in the depth of that big red amber.
Would love to live in a world without any need for crime!

Don't judge what I sing! Judge the melody I cry!
And judge the thinkers, who sold their lies for blood!
Don't judge the words I sing - look - planes wrote it up there in the sky!
Just look for an old, red amber, hidden in the wise seas mud.

Das tote Leben

Wann ich starb?
Ich kann's nicht sagen.
Verloren im Reim,
Versuche ich zu denken.

Mein Herz ist nicht hier.
Nicht hier in meiner Brust.
Fühl es in ihm.
Fühl es in ihr.
Fühle es, verloren irgendwo.
Eindeutig ganz fern von mir.

Ohne Herz kann ich nicht leben.
Werd' es suchen bei ihm, bei ihr.
Muss es finden in der Ferne.
Muss es finden,
Find sonst keine Ruh'.


Das tote Leben von Ralf Lindemann und Jenny Vogel


Das tote Leben (CD-Aufnahme)


* Gewidmet einem Jungen, der sehr früh aus dem Leben scheiden musste.

Von allem mehr

Mehr dies als das,
Mehr warum als was,
Mehr sie als ich,
Mehr ihm als sich.

Mehr Qual als leicht sein,
Mehr Auswahl als reich sein,
Mehr Grün als Rot,
Mehr Hölle als Tod.

Mehr Grau als Blau,
Mehr Mädchen als Frau,
Mehr Frau als denn Mann,
Mehr probieren als denn kann.

Mehr leiden als denn lieben,
Mehr singen als geschrieben,
Mehr noch lügen als denn lachen,
Mehr verschlafen als denn erwachen.

Mehr noch hungern als dann nähen,
Mehr hier warten als dort sähen,
Mehr dann grübeln als zu denken,
Mehr behalten als wem schenken.

Beide Arme steh‘n stets krumm,
Schein' an dieser Stelle dumm.
Bin kein Kran, auch keine Waage.
Bin doch die, die ich hier beklage.
Bin hier die, die schreit und heult,
Bin hier die, die sich den Kopf zerbeult.

Bin kein Kran, auch keine Waage.
Bin nur signifikant in Schräglage!

Wie viel

Wie viel von mir willst du sehen?
Mit wie viel von mir willst du gehen?
Wie viel von mir willst du fassen?
Wie viel an mir wirst du bald hassen?

Wie viel an mir willst du greifen?
Auf wie viel von mir wirst du gleich pfeifen?
Wie viel von mir willst du wirklich haben?
An wie viel von mir willst du dich erlaben?

Wie viel an mir kannst du riechen?
Für wie viel an mir würdest du vor mir kriechen?
Wie viel an mir würdest du belügen?
Wie viel an mir soll ich für dich wiegen?

Wie viel an mir willst du küssen?
Für wie viel an mir würdest du nicht nur wollen, sondern müssen?
Wie viel an mir würdest du schlagen?
Für wie viel an mir würdest du deine Wahrheit sagen?

Für wie viel von mir würdest du mich lieben?
Für wie viel zwei Ringe aus einem Eimer Sand heraus sieben?
Für wie viel würdest du mit mir schlafen?
Für wie viel würdest du mich bestrafen?

Willst mich lieben,
Willst mich ehren,
Soll mich nicht deinem Sog entbehren,
Wirst mich hassen,
Wirst traurig sein,
Nur die Fragen an diesem Text sind rein.